Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 212

Chapter 212: I Want Your Mouth

Gabriel's POV

I clenched my fists to stop myself from doing something reckless.

"No, you can't," I barked. “Adrian came home drunk out of his damn mind. And you_"

My eyes narrowed. "Have you been drinking?"

She tossed her hair back, casual and defiant. "Maybe."

That answer should've fueled the fury already building in my chest and pushed me closer to losing it.

Not sparked a twisted urge to taste the alcohol on her lips.

"You've got some nerve," I muttered, pushing back the dark thoughts.

She folded her arms. "You don't have any right to be jealous. Adrian's an adult. So am I. Besides, he's my-"

"Ex-boyfriend," I corrected through gritted teeth. "And you told me you didn't want him. So what the hell is going on now?"

She tilted her head, slowly, deliberately. Her voice dropped to a soft, almost teasing lilt. "Maybe my feelings have changed."

A violent surge of jealousy tore through me-hot, reckless, blinding.

It twisted into something darker. Rougher. A raw, aching desire that burned beneath my skin.

She was pushing me to the edge, tempting the worst in me. Daring me to break.

She turned to leave, her tone airy, almost playful. "Good night, Mr. Storm."

That voice-sweet, seductive, drawing me in.

My jaw clenched.

"Don't you dare walk away from me," I growled.

Instead of stopping, she threw a glance over her shoulder-calm, careless—and offered a soft, infuriatingly beautiful smile.

Then she kept walking, hips swaying, heels clicking softly against the stairs like she hadn't just provoked me.

She was tempting fate. And I was past ready to watch her burn.

I moved.

One step.

Then another.

I closed the distance in long,

wall. Her spine hit with a soft thud, breath hitching-trapped between me and the heat burning in

at me, eyes

fists pushing

were soft. Weak.

"What are you doing-"

Not this time. I was done pretending I didn't care done letting her walk

in, planting a hand beside her head, my

lifted her arm above her

holding her there,

Locked eyes with her.

Mine.

she stopped fighting. Not out

this-angry and breathless, lips parted, pulling me in like a flame I

could feel the heat radiating off her skin, could breathe in that faint trace of perfume she

chest rose and fell with every breath, breasts straining against

down the elegant line of her neck, to the deep

in. Closer than

turned ragged as her mouth grazed mine—just barely. Just enough to

in me ached to touch her. Taste her. Claim

she whispered, low and daring, "Tell

went, who she was with. It was my son. And ever since, there'd been only

was hoarse. "Did you sleep

tilted her head slightly, her eyes playful, her lips

innocent with me, Clairessa." My voice trembled with

dripping sarcasm.

of screwing, how

low in my gut. She knew exactly what she was

the control she

she continued, eyes gleaming with

Al.ne

slept with

hot

handsome guys I

in my chest. I knew she was

"You wouldn't give

tilted her head, that cruel little smile dancing on her lips. "That was the old Clairessa. You don't know

let my fingers graze over it-slow, feathery. "Something tells me you haven't been with anyone since we

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