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

place-despite everything was closer to Storms

stayed-just until I sorted myself out. And leave when I finally secured my own apartment, maybe in

But this?

the last

channeling every ounce of fury I felt—I stormed toward

cold

care if this

I woke the entire

to hear

bedroom door open, ready

to rip

tear his smug little empire down from

But everywhere was quiet.

No Gabriel in sight.

just been

fully,

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

I knew exactly

still clinging to pride-screamed for me

empty room, and deal with everything in

body

Again.

I stepped closer.

told myself, already

neck as I tiptoed toward the

to cross a

the dark,

I paused.

Leave.

barked in my

But I didn't.

to catch a glimpse

I saw

Gabriel.

Naked.

to me, hair dark and wet, clinging to the nape of his

every slow shift.

golden under the

flexed

ridges of his

to that

one

hard not to imagine.

tracing the curve of

and down over

hand braced against the

shiver shot

Oh my God.

was wrapped around his

big. Thick.

water, in the privacy of his shower, he was

pumps that made

throat exposed, lips parted, a deep groan

somewhere dark inside him.

My breath hitched.

legs locked in place. I couldn't move. Couldn't look

barely wrapped around the full girth of him. With each pump

grder-his strokes Pump

more urgent, more despera

flexed. Muscles

And then-

"Claire..."

He said my name.

knees nearly gave

like it hurt. Like it

wrecked in his throat-was a

before my mind could

rushed between my legs-slick,

dress, straining against the thin

desperate to ease the throb

it only made it

My thoughts spiraled-

nights I'd

and murmur how much he missed the

skin.

hand now wrapped around himself had once gripped

he drove into

Addictive.

Possessive.

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