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.

I closed the distance in long, fast

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

me,

she warned, her fists pushing against my

they were

"What are you doing-"

harder, but I didn't move. I wasn't backing off. Not this time. I was done pretending I didn't

wall, and I closed in, planting a hand beside her head, my body

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

there, watching her as

Locked eyes with her.

Mine.

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

and breathless, lips parted, pulling me

her skin, could breathe in that faint trace of perfume she

and fell with every breath,

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

in. Closer than

grazed mine—just barely. Just enough to ignite every nerve in my

me ached to touch her. Taste her. Claim

daring, "Tell me

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 since, there'd been only

hoarse. "Did you

her eyes playful, her

with me, Clairessa." My voice trembled

tone dripping sarcasm. "If you can't

of screwing,

my gut. She knew exactly

apart, feeding off the control she still had over

from an elite party," she continued, eyes gleaming with mischief. "As you can see, I

Al.ne

could've slept

hot

handsome

my chest. I knew she was trying to get under my skin,

was rough. "You wouldn't give your

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 I want." "I

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