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.

want to be

was closer to Storms Innovations. Which was much more

leave when I finally secured my own apartment, maybe in a month or

But this?

the

ounce of fury I

feet slapped against the cold floor,

didn't care if this

if I woke the entire

to hear it

door open, ready to

rip into

little empire down

But everywhere was quiet.

No Gabriel in sight.

was strange-considering we'd just been together moments

stepped in fully,

water. Soft at first, then louder, coming from the

kicked in my chest. I knew that sound. I knew exactly what

clinging to pride-screamed for me

door, return to my empty room, and

my body betrayed

Again.

I stepped closer.

one glance," I told myself, already

neck as I tiptoed toward the bathroom, fully aware

a line I

out, filling the air with heat and the dark, musky

I paused.

Leave.

barked

But I didn't.

catch a glimpse -first through the mirror's

I saw

Gabriel.

Naked.

back was to me, hair dark and wet, clinging to the nape of

biceps—tensed with every slow shift. His skin

golden

shoulders flexed as

the ridges

that impossible

lower back-the one I'd

hard not to imagine.

down long, strong legs, tracing the curve

and down over powerful

braced against

shiver shot down my

Oh my God.

was wrapped around his

big.

privacy of his shower, he was stroking

that made

head tipped back, throat exposed, lips parted, a

somewhere dark inside him.

My breath hitched.

place. I couldn't

the full girth of

grder-his strokes Pump

more urgent, more despera

hips flexed.

And then-

"Claire..."

He said my name.

nearly gave

hurt. Like it

throat-was a sound feral,

before my

between my

nipples tightened beneath my dress, straining against the thin

pressed my thighs together, desperate to

it only made

My thoughts spiraled-

the nights I'd been under

pin me down and murmur how much he

skin.

hand now wrapped around himself had once gripped my

as he drove

Addictive.

Possessive.

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