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.

then I closed the

her back, and pinned her to the wall.

up at me, eyes lit with

her fists pushing

were soft. Weak.

"What are you doing-"

wasn't backing off. Not this time. I was done pretending I didn't care done letting her walk away like none of

wall, and I closed in, planting a hand

reached for her wrist-slowly-and lifted her arm above

around hers, holding her there, watching her as I

Locked eyes with her.

Mine.

she realized she wasn't getting away-and she stopped fighting. Not out of fear, but something else

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

off her skin, could breathe in

and fell with every breath, breasts straining

of her neck, to the deep plunge of her cleavage. Her lips parted, soft

in. Closer than I

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

in me ached to touch her.

low and daring, "Tell me what you really want

it 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 was my son. And ever

hoarse. "Did you

slightly, her eyes playful, her lips curling with that wicked tease.

fucking play innocent with me, Clairessa." My voice trembled with something darker than anger-something close

tone dripping sarcasm. "If you can't even

of screwing, how am I supposed

She

off the control she

continued, eyes gleaming with mischief. "As you

Al.ne

could've slept with

hot

handsome

I knew she was trying to get under my

rough. "You wouldn't give your body to

dancing on her lips. "That was the old Clairessa. You don't know the new me. I'm single

"Something

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