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

hand, spun her back, and pinned her to the wall. Her spine hit with a soft thud, breath

me,

her fists

were soft. Weak.

"What are you doing-"

wasn't backing off. Not this time. I was done pretending I didn't

and I closed in, planting a hand beside her head,

wrist-slowly-and lifted her arm

holding her there, watching her

Locked eyes with her.

Mine.

wasn't getting away-and she stopped fighting.

she was beautiful like this-angry and breathless, lips parted, pulling me

off her skin, could

with every breath, breasts straining

her neck, to the deep plunge of her

leaned in. Closer

mouth grazed mine—just barely. Just enough to ignite

in me ached to touch her. Taste her.

"Tell

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.

"Did you sleep

her eyes playful, her lips curling with

with me, Clairessa." My voice trembled with something darker than anger-something

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

of

low in my gut. She knew exactly what she was

the control she still

eyes gleaming

Al.ne

slept with

hot

handsome guys I

she was trying to get under

was rough. "You

lips. "That was the old Clairessa. You don't know the new me. I'm single now. I can do whatever I want."

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 you're just saying

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