Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

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.

then I closed the distance in long,

landing, I caught her hand, spun her back, and pinned her to the wall. Her spine hit with a soft

looked up at me,

her fists pushing against

were soft. Weak.

"What are you doing-"

this time. I was

planting a hand beside her

reached for her wrist-slowly-and lifted her arm above her head until it

holding her there, watching her as I trapped

Locked eyes with her.

Mine.

getting away-and she stopped fighting. Not out of fear, but something else entirely. Something darker.

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

off her skin, could breathe

fell with every breath, breasts straining against that damn

down the elegant line of her neck, to the deep plunge of

in. Closer than I

turned ragged as her mouth grazed mine—just barely.

to touch her. Taste her. Claim

she whispered, low and daring, "Tell me what you

in since the second she walked out of my office. Wondering. Torturing myself with images couldn't erase-where she went, who she was with. It

voice was hoarse. "Did you

head slightly, her eyes playful, her lips curling with that

play innocent with me, Clairessa." My voice trembled with something

batted her lashes, her tone dripping sarcasm. "If you can't

accusing me of screwing,

tightened low in my gut. She knew

feeding off the control she still had

eyes

Al.ne

slept

hot

handsome guys I

knew she was trying to get under my skin, and it

"You wouldn't

tilted her head, that cruel little smile dancing on her lips. "That was the old Clairessa. You don't know the new me. I'm single now. I can do whatever

up, let my fingers graze over it-slow, feathery. "Something tells me you haven't been with anyone since we ended our relationship. And you're just saying all this shit to get under