Falling For My Ex's Dad (Clarissa and Gabriel)

Chapter 28: Untamed Fury

Gabriel's POV

I held Clairessa's hand tightly as we walked through the hotel lobby. She protested, telling me to let her go, but I ignored her. My emotions were raging. Seeing her with Daniel had set me on fire.noveldrama

Out of all the men in the world, she chose to have lunch with him-my enemy. Daniel had always been a thorn in my side, constantly trying to take everything from me, even my ex-wife, Angelique, back when he had more money than I did. That was years ago, though. Now, things were different.

I had more power and wealth than Daniel could ever dream of. I had built my empire with sweat and blood, surpassing him in every way. Yet here he was, acting as if he could still take what was mine.

I tightened my grip on Clairessa's hand, feeling her tremble beneath my hold. Good. Let her feel it. Let her understand no one crosses me. I wanted her to know how angry I was-not just for leaving the conference without a word but for walking out with him. For letting him make her laugh and smile while I stood there, burning with jealousy.

anger.

We stepped into the elevator, and the doors closed, locking us in. My control slipped.

I pulled her against the wall, pinning her in place. My breath came in harsh bursts, my vision clouded with Her eyes widened, fear flashing across her face. But I didn't care. “How do you know Daniel?” I growled.

Her breathing was shallow, her lips trembling as she whispered, “We met at the conference hall. After your speech, he... invited me to lunch."

me?"

“And you just went with him?” I hissed, leaning closer, my breath brushing her cheek. “Without asking "You were busy... I didn't think you'd mind."

I let out a bitter laugh, my chest heaving. "Clairessa, you must love pushing me." My voice was rough and without thinking, I crushed my lips against hers, the kiss fierce and demanding. She gasped in shock, before parting her lips, and I deepened the kiss, swallowing the little sounds from the back of her throat. My hands moved up her body, pulling her closer, pressing her against me. I could taste her, feel the heat of her skin, the softness of her lips. I needed more of her.

To my surprise, she kissed me back. Her body melted into mine as if she couldn't help herself. Her hands gripped the back of my neck, pulling me closer, as though she wanted more.

The elevator dinged, jerking us back to reality.

I reluctantly pulled away, but I wasn't done. Not even close. I still tasted her lips on mine, and it wasn't

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enough. We stepped out, and I grabbed her hand, dragging her to my suite, my mind clouded by desire and possession. I needed her all to myself. I needed to erase every thought of Daniel or her ex from her mind and make her forget everything except for me.

The second we were inside, I slammed her back against the door, my chest beating rapidly as I stared at her wild with desire. Her hair was a mess from our kiss, her lips swollen, her chest rising and falling with her breath. She looked so beautiful, so mine, and I was starving for her.

My hands cupped her face, tilting it closer to mine so I could kiss her again. My lips found hers again, this time slower but just as intense. My breath mingled with hers as I kissed her deeply, tasting every inch of her mouth as our tongues danced in unison. I trailed kisses down her neck, licking the delicate curve just below her ear. Her soft skin made me groan. She smelled like vanilla, and it drove me wild, the scent wrapping around me like a drug.

My hands moved over her body, needing to feel her, to claim her. I was jealous and desperate, my mind spinning as I fumbled with the buttons on her shirt, frustration taking over as I tore it open, buttons flying across the room. I didn't care. All I cared about was her.

Her eyes widened in shock, but I was too far gone to stop. "Gabriel," she gasped, "my shirt...”

I silenced her with another searing kiss, this one fiercer, more demanding. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, her body arching into mine. She moaned into my mouth, and the sound sent a jolt of electricity through me.

My lips slid lower, trailing between the hollow of her breasts. My hands unclasped her bra and freed her breasts to my eager gaze. They were perfect-round and full. The swollen tips begging for my touch.

I relished the sight hungrily before cupping them, rolling her hardened nipples between my fingers, watching as her breath hitched in response.

"Mr. Storm... I..." she started softly, her voice trembling as she tried to protest. I silenced her words by lowering my head and closing my lips around one of her taut peaks.

I silenced her by lowering my head, closing my lips around one of her taut peaks. I sucked slowly, teasing her, before biting down gently eliciting a soft whimper from her. The sound sent a jolt of desire through me, making my desire burn hotter. I sucked harder, my free hand squeezing her other breast, kneading it as I wanted her to feel the depth of my need.

"You love defying me, don't you?" I groaned, biting down lightly on the taut peak. She winced, moaning from both pain and pleasure. I wanted her to feel what she did to me-the teasing, the torture. I wanted to own her body, to make her think of me constantly.

As I continued to apply the right pleasure with both my tongue and teeth, my other hand caressed her other breast, rolling the bud between my fingers. Pride swelled inside of me as I watched her body betray her. Her head fell back against the door, and I reveled in the pleasure I was arousing in her. I wanted her to feel every ounce of my desire, to make her experience the same longing I had felt for months.

“You are never to see Daniel again,” I warned, my voice rough with need. My gaze was intense as my hands slid lower, inching toward the waistband of her pants, ready to claim her completely.

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I was so close to touching the warmth between her legs, to feeling how wet she was for me, when her hand stopped mine. “Mr. Storm, please stop," she gasped, her breath coming in shaky gasps. The need inside me was crushing, but I knew I had to respect her boundaries.

I pulled away, my chest huffing, trying to regain control. I ran my hands through my hair in frustration. What had I done? I had let my control slip and thrown caution to the wind. I had broken my most important rule about not having sexual relations with those who worked for me. This was a line I wasn't supposed to cross, no matter how much I wanted her. But damn, I wanted her so much, it hurt.

She was too young. It was too complicated.

She clasped her bra and fumbled to button her shirt, but it was ripped, and frustration flashed across her face as she clutched the torn fabric together. "You ripped my shirt!" she hissed, anger clear in her voice.

“I’ll buy you a new one. An entire collection, if you want,” I muttered, still struggling to calm my breathing, my body aching for her.

"It's not about the shirt!" she shot back, her eyes flashing with fury. "It's about this-" she gestured to me –“this toxic, poor display of masculinity because you saw me having lunch with Daniel. Who is he to you? What the hell is your problem with him? Why are you so worked up?"

I stepped closer, my eyes dark. “You're not to see him again, Clairessa,” I warned, possessively. "Why not? Give me one good reason,” she demanded, crossing her arms, defiance written all over her face. "You're going to stop seeing him because I said so. That's all you need to know,” I replied, my voice hard. She laughed, the sound cold and mocking. "And if I don't?" Her voice was low and daring.

I saw the challenge in her eyes and knew she was tempting me. “Then you'll face the consequences,” I retorted, my voice harsh and commanding. "Don't tempt me, Clairessa. You have no idea what I'm capable of when pushed."

She scoffed. "Mr. Storm, you can unleash the fury of hell for all I care. That won't stop me from seeing Daniel if I choose to."

Her defiant gaze met mine, her lips curving into a proud smirk. My breathing became hard and fast, and I felt a familiar throbbing ache. I wanted her again, this time with a greater intensity.

My eyes scanned her tousled hair, her torn shirt, and the fire in her eyes. The rapid rise and fall of her chest heightened my urgent need to be buried deep inside her, riding her until she screamed my name and came

violently in my arms.

“Clairessa, I suggest you leave now," I ordered, feeling my last shred of control slipping away. I needed her gone, or I might not be able to stop myself from acting on my raw desire.

“What!” she exclaimed, her smirk turning to a frown. “Are you freaking kidding me? You kiss me and almost...” Her words faltered, her face embarrassed to admit I almost had her.

If I hadn't stopped, maybe we would have been..."

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"It's good that you did then," I retorted, strolling to the closet to grab one of my shirts. "Put this on," I said, handing her the crips fabric.

"Screw you, Mr. Storm," she spat, her anger evident as she walked away. But I was in front of her in seconds, stopping her from leaving.

You're not leaving with your shirt ripped open," I argued, gesturing to her torn shirt.

"I don't need anything from a man who just treated me like a cheap whore," she replied, her hurt visible across

her beautiful face.

It stung to know that my actions had hurt her, but it was necessary for both of our sakes.

“I would never treat you like a whore,” I said more gently, reaching to touch her cheek. She pushed my

hand away.

"I'm done. I simply want to leave," she said, her eyes blazing with anger.

“Clairessa, you can't leave with a ripped shirt. I’m extending the shirt because I ripped yours. It's only fair.”

She rolled her eyes before snatching the shirt from my hand. She walked into the bedroom and emerged seconds later, wearing my oversized shirt. She looked petite and beautiful, and I didn't want her to take it off. "Dario will be waiting downstairs to take you home," I said as our gazes met briefly before she stormed out, slamming the door.

As she left, I walked over to my suite window, cursing myself for my actions and how I had treated her. Guilt ate at me, but it couldn't drown out the desire still burning in my veins. I wanted her-needed her-and I knew this was far from over between us. Even if she hated me now, what we shared was only just beginning.