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.

the

I caught her hand, spun her back, and pinned her to the wall. Her spine hit with a soft thud, breath hitching-trapped between me and the heat

me, eyes lit with

her fists

they were soft.

"What are you doing-"

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

planting a hand beside her head, my body locking

lifted her arm above

hers, holding her there, watching her as I trapped her

Locked eyes with her.

Mine.

getting away-and she stopped fighting. Not out of fear, but something

like this-angry and breathless, lips parted, pulling

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

with every breath, breasts

of her neck, to the

leaned in. Closer than

barely. Just enough to ignite

in me ached to touch her. Taste her. Claim

daring, "Tell me what you really

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 one question clawing at me, begging to

voice was hoarse. "Did you

her head slightly, her eyes playful, her

voice trembled with something darker than anger-something close

sarcasm. "If

you're accusing me of screwing,

She knew exactly what she

feeding off the control she still

she continued, eyes gleaming with mischief. "As you can

Al.ne

slept with

hot

handsome guys

hot in my chest. I knew she was

voice was rough. "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

her pulse at her throat. I reached up, let my fingers graze over it-slow, feathery. "Something tells me you haven't been with anyone since we ended our relationship. And