Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 214

Chapter 214: The Most Beautiful Erotic Sight

Clairessa's POV

I could barely breathe-let alone think-as I raced up the stairs.

Every nerve in my body burned, tingling and buzzing from the way Gabriel had pinned me to the wall like I was his.

For a moment... I let him.

No I wanted him.

His heat, his scent, the weight of his body pressed against mine... I'd imagined it a hundred times, maybe more.

And now that it had actually happened, I hated how much of him still clung to me.

My skin still burned where his fingers had wrapped around my wrist.

My lips tingled from the force of his kisses-brutal, hungry, and impossibly tender.

God, I hated myself for not stopping it.

I should've screamed. Slapped him. Anything. But I didn't. I couldn't.

Instead, the moment he touched me,

I moaned his name. Told him how much I missed him.

And I meant every word.

That's what killed me the most-

How easily I forgot every reason I had to stay away.

And the worst part?

I still wanted him to make love to me.

To make me come-again and again—in his arms.

Hell.

I shouldn't want this.

I needed a distraction.

I needed to cool down, to get away from him before the war in my head spiraled

into something I couldn't undo.

I reached my room, shoved the door open-then froze.

No. What...?

My room wasn't my room.

It looked the same-but it wasn't.

Something was off.

The bed was perfectly made-untouched.

But the books I'd left on the side table were gone.

My skincare products on the dresser, the few things I'd started to rebuild with— gone too.

Panic twisted in my chest. I rushed to the closet and threw the doors open.

I didn't have much after the fire, but the clothes I'd managed to buy the ones I'd carefully picked out-were gone. Cleared from the hangers.

Like I'd never even been here.

I turned in a slow circle, heart pounding, breath quickening.

"Where the hell are my things?"

My thoughts spiraled, crashing into one name.

Gabriel.

He had to be the one who did this.

Why? So I'd crawl back? Beg at his feet?

Was this his twisted way of punishing me for pushing him away?

He could've just told me to leave. I knew Jess would've taken me in without hesitation.

But her place was small, already cramped with her own things.

to

to Storms Innovations. Which was much more

I sorted myself out. And leave when I finally secured my own apartment, maybe

But this?

the last

holding back, channeling every ounce of fury I felt—I stormed

cold floor,

didn't care if this was

didn't care if I woke

going to hear it

bedroom door open, ready to spit

to rip into

tear his smug little empire down from the

But everywhere was quiet.

No Gabriel in sight.

just been together moments

in fully, scanning

drizzle of water. Soft at first, then louder, coming from the bathroom

my chest. I knew that sound. I knew

clinging to pride-screamed for me

door, return to my empty room, and deal with everything in the

body betrayed

Again.

I stepped closer.

told myself,

crept down my neck as I tiptoed

to cross a line I couldn't

out, filling the air with heat and the dark, musky scent of his cologne-familiar in a way

I paused.

Leave.

voice barked in my

But I didn't.

I lingered in the doorway, angling myself just enough to catch a glimpse -first through the mirror's reflection, then

when I

Gabriel.

Naked.

and wet, clinging to the nape

every

and golden

shoulders flexed

ridges

that

lower back-the one

hard not to imagine.

legs, tracing the curve of

down over powerful

against

shiver shot

Oh my God.

was wrapped around his

big. Thick.

the privacy

made

exposed, lips parted, a

somewhere dark inside him.

My breath hitched.

place. I couldn't move.

wrapped around the full girth of him. With

grder-his strokes Pump

more urgent, more despera

flexed. Muscles

And then-

"Claire..."

He said my name.

nearly

like it hurt. Like it burned on the way

wrecked in his throat-was a sound feral, broken,

reacted before my mind could catch

between my

nipples tightened beneath my dress, straining

thighs together, desperate to ease the

only

My thoughts spiraled-

to the nights

he'd pin me down and murmur

skin.

same hand now wrapped around himself

place as he drove

Addictive.

Possessive.

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