Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 118: Take It Off

is.” His fingers dipped lower, tracing the edge of my towel’s neckline, making my chest rise and fall rapidly. “You know you’re different,” he continued, his hands gliding to my hips, pulling me firmly against him. “Any other woman would have accepted it without pushback–would have fallen over to thank me. But not you.” I glared at him. “So you think a gift is your way of staking a claim on me? Showing you own me and expecting me to fall at your feet?” His smirk deepened. “No, sweetheart. I don’t need a grand gesture to stake my claim–I 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 truth, do you like the car?” His fingers tugged slightly at my towel, teasing it to fall, but I clenched my hands into

it came out breathless, needy. He chuckled, his lips grazing my ear. “Liar” Then, just as abruptly as he had taken control, he pulled back. I was left aching, dazed, my hands 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