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

Chapter 127. Maybe I'll Just Let You Come

Gabriel's POV The moment Clairessa stepped into my office, I saw it-the battle she was losing. Her skin was flushed, her breathing uneven. My eyes raked over her. She looked sexy as hell in the dress I had chosen for her. The stylist had sent a collection, but I'd picked this one. The dress. The lingerie. Every piece she wore-1 had selected it. Fuck, I had a sick need to brand her. And damn, she looked perfect. The Alexander McQueen dress framed her hips, hugging every curve just right. My gaze trailed over her-her hips, her slender, smooth legs moving closer in those red-bottom heels, revealing glimpses of her caramel inner thighs. She stopped in front of my desk, gripping the edge so tightly her knuckles turned white. Her thighs pressed together, as if trying to suppress the fire raging inside her. But the way she trembled made it clear-resisting was impossible. Watching her struggle against the sensations flooding her body, knowing I controlled every last one, sent a deep rush of satisfaction through me. She was on edge-right where I wanted her. I smirked, watching as she shifted uncomfortably, doing her best to appear unaffected. "Miss Hartwood... how are you feeling?" I asked, amusement lacing my tone. She shot me a glare, chin lifted in defiance, fire flashing in her eyes. "How do you think, Mr. Storm?" she bit out. Ah, there it was-that challenge, that fire. The very thing that made this so damn exhilarating. Even at my mercy, she still fought. Still pretended she wasn't aching for me. But I knew damn well she was soaking wet. Maybe it was time to remind her exactly who owned every gasp, every shudder, every drop of pleasure she tried to deny. "Hm..." I mused, slipping a hand into my pocket and pulling out my phone, letting it dangle between my fingers in a slow, teasing motion. "I see you still haven't learned to stop challenging me... even when you know I hold all the power." But she didn't cower. Didn't beg. Instead, she rolled her eyes. That single, defiant act sent a bolt of dark, possessive hunger tearing through me. She was begging to be tamed. And I was going to enjoy every second of it. "Miss Hartwood..." I murmured, stalking toward her with slow, intentional steps. "It seems you need a firm, unforgettable reminder of exactly who's in control." My thumb hovered over the button, and I relished the way she tensed, her breath hitching. "Gabriel... please... don't..." Too late. I tapped the control. A broken gasp slipped from her lips as her body jolted, fingers clutching the edge of my desk, pleasure crashing through her in uncontrollable waves. She fought it, struggling to hold onto her dignity. But she was losing. Losing herself to the bliss I commanded, the sensations I controlled. And I savored every second. I stepped in behind her, closing the distance until my chest grazed her back. Brushing her hair aside, I leaned in, my lips hovering over the curve of her throat, so close she could feel the heat of my breath. "There's no use fighting it..." I murmured. "I can see it consuming you, taking over your body." A breathy moan broke from her lips as I intensified the sensation, turning it up another notch. Pleasure crashed through her, stealing her breath, making her body tremble against mine. I pressed my chest firmly to hers, letting her feel every hard, sculpted inch of me-making sure she knew she wasn't the only one burning with need. "This isn't just torment for you, my sweet," I rasped, my voice filled with desire. My hands traced down her back before gripping her waist, holding her in place. "I've been suffering too..." I pressed my rigid length against her ass, letting her feel exactly what she did to me. The heat between us was scorching, her soft curves melting against me as she instinctively arched, pressing closer, silently begging for more. Her fingers tightened around the edge of

my desk, her hips shifting, chasing the friction she craved. Fuck. She was driving me insane. "Gabriel... please," she moaned, breathless, needy. I clenched my jaw, my fingers digging into her waist as I fought the urge to bend her over and take her right then and there. "Do you want me to make it stop?" I taunted, my lips grazing her ear. "Yes... oh, Gabriel," she breathed, trembling. My hands slid lower, gliding over her stomach before slipping beneath the fabric of her gown, tracing slow, tantalizing strokes along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. My fingers inched closer, barely brushing where she needed me most. Making her wait. Making her crave. Her moans-soft, shivery, utterly intoxicating-sent a bolt of desire straight through me. She was on the verge of falling apart, and fuck, I wanted to watch her shatter completely. I wanted to sink so deep into her that she'd scream my name and forget everything-everything beyond us. "Have you touched yourself yet?" I asked,noveldrama

though I already knew the answer. Of course she hadn't. She wouldn't dare break my rules. Not when she knew exactly what the consequences would be. She shook her head, frustration etched across her face. "No..." she stammered, reaching for my thighs, fingers grazing the fabric of my pants. But she didn't just touch-I felt the pull, the way her fingers gripped, tugging me closer, urging me deeper. She pressed back against me, her desperate movements pushing my cock harder against her ass, her body pleading louder than words ever could. The sight of her-trembling, reaching for me-damn, it made me want to give her exactly what we both needed. I muttered a low curse under my breath as my cock throbbed harder against her, the friction only stoking the fire between us. Every ounce of control I had been holding onto threatened to snap. She was so fucking soft. So eager. And I wanted to ruin her. But not yet. Not until she learned. I leaned in, dragging my tongue over the sensitive skin of her neck in one slow, claiming lick. “I'd love to give you what you want, my sweet... but we'll have company soon." She tensed, still quivering against me. "Gabriel..." "If you act like a dutiful, good girl..." I drawled, pulling away inch by inch, watching her sway slightly, needing my heat back. "Maybe-just maybe I'll let you come." Her eyes were wild with need, lips parted, her body arching as if she couldn't bear to lose my heat. But not yet. I was going to drag it out. Even if it meant torturing myself too. I pressed stop on my phone, granting her a moment of relief. She let out a heavy breath, shoulders sagging slightly-only for me to press the intercom a second later. "Send her in." Her brows furrowed. "Her?" I returned to my seat, leaning back as I watched her struggle to steady herself, her legs still trembling. "I called you here for a meeting," I reminded her smoothly. "To discuss the execution of the Gemia project. You see... I didn't just call you here to torture you." I grinned, savoring her irritation. She glared, eyes blazing. "You can't be serious! You expect me to sit through a meeting when-" The door swung open. And Nicole walked in. Clairessa turned to me, a mix of betrayal and fury darkening her expression.