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.

didn't want to be a

everything was closer to Storms Innovations. Which

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

But this?

the last

back, channeling every ounce of

bare feet slapped against the cold floor, fists clenched tight at my

if this was

didn't care if I woke the entire

to hear

bedroom door

to rip into

tear his smug little

But everywhere was quiet.

No Gabriel in sight.

strange-considering we'd just been together

in fully, scanning the expansive

drizzle of water. Soft

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

still clinging to pride-screamed for me to

return to my empty room, and deal with everything in

my body betrayed

Again.

I stepped closer.

one glance," I told myself, already knowing it was

as I tiptoed toward

cross a line

air with heat and the dark, musky

I paused.

Leave.

voice barked in

But I didn't.

a glimpse -first through the mirror's reflection, then through the fogged glass of

I

Gabriel.

Naked.

me, hair dark and wet, clinging to the

arms—those thick biceps—tensed with every slow shift.

golden

flexed as

ridges of his

to that impossible V

lower back-the one

hard not to imagine.

strong legs, tracing

and down

hand braced against the wall.

shiver shot down

Oh my God.

wrapped

was big. Thick.

there, under the water, in the privacy

rough pumps that made

head tipped back, throat exposed, lips parted, a deep

somewhere dark inside him.

My breath hitched.

place. I couldn't move. Couldn't look

wrapped around the full girth

grder-his strokes Pump

more urgent, more despera

flexed.

And then-

"Claire..."

He said my name.

knees nearly

it like it hurt. Like it burned on the

his throat-was a sound feral, broken,

reacted before my mind could catch

between my legs-slick,

dress,

desperate to ease the throb

it only made it

My thoughts spiraled-

nights I'd been under

and murmur how much he

skin.

wrapped around himself had once gripped my

as he drove into me

Addictive.

Possessive.

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