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 a

to Storms Innovations. Which was much more

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

But this?

was the

holding back, channeling every ounce of fury

the cold floor, fists clenched

care if this was his

if I woke the entire

to hear

bedroom door open, ready to spit

to rip into

tear his smug little empire down from

But everywhere was quiet.

No Gabriel in sight.

was strange-considering we'd just been together moments

in fully,

heard the low drizzle of water. Soft

I knew exactly what it meant. He

part of me-the part still clinging to pride-screamed for

the door, return to my empty

my body

Again.

I stepped closer.

one glance," I told myself, already knowing

tiptoed toward the bathroom,

cross a

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

I paused.

Leave.

voice barked in

But I didn't.

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

when I

Gabriel.

Naked.

dark and wet, clinging to the nape

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

golden under the

shoulders flexed

ridges

to that impossible

back-the one

hard not to imagine.

down long, strong legs, tracing the curve

down over powerful

hand braced against

shiver shot

Oh my God.

wrapped around

was big. Thick.

water, in the privacy of his shower,

pumps that made his entire body

tipped back, throat exposed, lips parted, a deep

somewhere dark inside him.

My breath hitched.

locked in place. I couldn't

barely wrapped around the full girth

grder-his strokes Pump

more urgent, more despera

flexed.

And then-

"Claire..."

He said my name.

knees nearly

Like it burned on

his throat-was

before my mind could catch

between

my dress, straining against the

desperate to

only made it

My thoughts spiraled-

nights

and murmur how much he missed the taste

skin.

same hand now wrapped around himself had

place as he drove into me without

Addictive.

Possessive.

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