Falling For My Ex's Dad (Clarissa and Gabriel) novel Chapter 274

Clairessa’s POV

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered under my breath before shutting my eyes.

“Look at me, Gabriel,” her tone grew husky and more desperate.

I reluctantly opened my eyes to tell her off.

Then she cupped her breasts, squeezed them together, and with a seductive slowness, rolled her thumbs over her nipples until they peaked.

“You used to worship me when I did this. Don’t tell me you feel nothing now.”

But I did feel something. Disgust. Not desire, or temptation. Just an overwhelming wave of revulsion.

Her lips parted in a low moan, a sound meant to entice but only grating against my patience.

She took a step closer, then another, hips swaying as if she still had power over me.

“You couldn’t resist me,” she whispered, voice trembling between lust and fury. “Anytime I touched myself like this, you lost control.”

She pinched her nipple, gasping theatrically, eyes closing as though she were caught in some ecstasy I didn’t share. “I don’t believe you don’t want me.”

“Enough. Put your fucking robe back on,” I roared, but she ignored me.

She came closer, pressing her bare body against my chest. Her hands slid up to my shoulders, her breath brushing against my ear.

“Can she do the things I can do for you?” she whispered, lips grazing my jaw. “Can she touch you the way I touch you, in all the places only I know?”

Her fingers trailed down my chest, over my abdomen, lower, then between my legs. “Can she handle the darker sides of you, Gabriel? The parts you hide from everyone else?”

Her hand cupped me boldly, squeezing.

My body recoiled instantly. I felt nothing for her touch, nothing but contempt.

I seized her wrist and shoved her hand away, forcing her back toward the nearest chair.

She stumbled into it, laughing, like any of this was funny.

“Never touch me again,” I growled, my voice low, lethal. My chest rose and fell with the effort to contain my rage.

Her smile twisted into shock and rage.

“You disgust me, Angelique.” My words were ice. “Clairessa, that little girl, as you call her, is more of a woman than you will ever be. She has my entire heart. I would give up everything for her. That’s how much I love her. And you?”

I stepped closer, towering over her as she clutched at the robe on the arm of the chair. “You repulse me.”

Her face tightened, the smirk fading as the severity of my words landed. For the first time in years, she looked small and defeated.

Still, pride forced her chin up. “You’ll regret this,” she hissed. “One day, she’ll ruin you. You’ll see.”

She yanked the robe across her body, clutching it tight, trying to cover her nakedness.

And then the front door opened.

“Dad?”

Relief jolted through me like a lifeline when Adrian walked in.

He looked pale, his steps were shaky, his shirt wrinkled, hair damp with sweat, and a faint bruise colored one eye.

Guilt twisted in my gut. I had put that mark there. My own son. But damn it, what was I supposed to do, trapped between the woman I love and my own son?

I rushed forward. “Adrian….”

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