Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 118: Take It Off

think I already own you.” His arrogance should have made me furious. And it did. But, God help me, it also set my skin on fire. The way he carried himself, the way he spoke like he was untouchable. It was maddening. It was irresistible. Still, I couldn’t let him see that he was right–that he was winning. I squared my shoulders. “Well, I’m not any other woman,” I countered, despite how desperately I wanted his kisses. “I don’t want to be bought, Gabriel. I refuse to be a mistress you spoil just to keep yourself entertained.” His expression darkened, and before I could take another breath, I was pressed against the wall, his body caging me in. “Mistress?” His voice was rough, almost insulted. “You think that’s what this is?” I opened my mouth to argue, but he didn’t let me. His lips crashed against mine, swallowing my defiance in a deep, passionate kiss. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me tighter against him, making me feel just how much he wanted me. I should have pushed him away, should have reminded him that I was my own person. But I didn’t. Instead, I surrendered, letting him claim me. I kissed him back with the same intensity, my fingers gripping his shirt pulling him closer, needing more. He growled against my lips, pulling back just enough to speak. “You bloody well know you mean more to me than that, Clairessa. Say you believe me…” Before I could respond, his mouth was on mine again, reclaiming me with another searing kiss. His lips trailed down to my jaw, sending a rush of heat through me. “Tell me the

still clutching his shirt. “I want you to kiss me,” I demanded before I could stop myself, driven by pure desire. He smirked. “No… not until you tell me you believe me.” I clenched my jaw. “You’re infuriating.” He simply grinned, clearly enjoying watching me crave him. I should have told him to leave. But he already knew he owned me, and God help me–I was letting him. All I needed was his lips. “I believe you,” I gasped, unable to hold back anymore, leaning in until my lips brushed against his. “Thank you for the car…” His smirk deepened, satisfaction flashing in his eyes. “That’s my girl.” I barely had time to register the thrill those words sent through me before he grabbed my thighs and hoisted me up effortlessly, pressing me against the wall. His hands gripped my ass firmly as my legs instinctively wrapped around him. He trailed wet kisses down my neck to my chest. “Why do you love challenging me, my sweet?” I shuddered, feeling the hard press of his cock against my core. “Because…” I tried to think, but he was everywhere–touching, kissing,