Falling For My Ex's Dad (Clarissa and Gabriel) novel Chapter 231

Clairessa’s POV

A savage sound tore from Gabriel’s throat,

but instead of giving me what I was begging for, he paused.

That was when it hit me. He could have taken me right then, but he did not.

Because this was not just about desire. It was about control, his need to dominate, to hear me break, to make me surrender not just my body, but my will.

And while my body was a trembling mess, aching for him, another part of me, stronger than I realized, rose up.

Because I was not just some possession to be conquered.

My heart pounded in my chest as I straightened, my spine stiffening beneath his touch. I drew in a deep breath and pushed him back.

His hands fell from my hips, stunned.

"I have changed my mind," I said, keeping my eyes away from his.

Shock moved across his face, water streaming down as he stared at me, caught off guard.

"What?"

I stepped out from under the water, every muscle in my body trembling, fully aware his eyes were still on me. I walked to the seat, picked up my towel, and wrapped it around myself with shaking hands.

I did not look back.

“This was a mistake,” I continued.

“That should never have happened, so I'm leaving.”

"Clairessa… you cannot just—"

"I can," I cut him off, "and I just did."

Then I let my gaze drop to his arousal, a slow, knowing smile tugging at my lips.

"Good luck with that."

And even though I was still wet and aching, I walked away, feeling a thrill that I had left him standing there, cold, hard, and furious.

It was late.

I had showered, changed into my nightwear, and climbed into bed, ready for sleep. But I could not rest.

I tossed and turned, my mind racing with thoughts of him.

Damn it.

How could I sleep when everything from the bathroom kept playing on repeat? Gabriel. His rough touch. The heat of his body against mine. The way his lips shaped those filthy words. The way he made me feel like I belonged to him, and still made me beg for more.

I had considered touching myself. I nearly gave in to it.

But even that felt pointless now.

Nothing my hands could do would come close to the pleasure Gabriel gave me,

his strokes, his voice, his command.

He had taken the time to learn my needs, what made me moan, what made me lose control, what brought me right to the edge and dragged me over until I could not breathe.

He understood me in a way that terrified me.

And right now, I needed him to finish what he had started. Why had I acted so damn proud and walked away, when I could have let him take me apart completely?

If I had, I would not be this bloody worked up.

Just then, my phone buzzed, pulling me out of the haze of frustration.

It was a message from him.

Gabriel: Hey sweet. What are you doing?

A small, satisfied smile tugged at my lips as I typed back.

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