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

Chapter 131: Begging For More

Clairessa's POV I let out a shaky breath, my lips curving into a smirk. "I thought you liked my games." Gabriel chuckled darkly, sending a shiver through me before he dipped his head to my neck. "You have no idea how much," he murmured against my skin, his tongue gliding over the sensitive spot just below my ear. A tremor ran through me, my body instinctively arching against him. His scent-rich, clean, woodsy-wrapped around me, making my head swim. "You smell so sweet," he breathed, his nose trailing along the curve of my throat, savoring me. "Do you know what that does to me?" "Tell me." His tongue swiped along her cleavage, sending a jolt of heat straight through me. "It makes me want to devour you." A soft whimper escaped before I could stop it. Then-ding. The elevator doors slid open, shattering the moment and forcing him to pull away. I gasped softly, my lips tingling, my body aching from the sudden loss of contact. Still gripping my waist, he guided me into a large living area-one I had never seen before. My brows furrowed as I glanced around, realizing we were still inside the Storm building, just on the top floor. "Gabriel... where are we?" "My work sanctuary." His arms tightened around me, pressing my back against his chest. I felt the steady rise and fall of his breath against me as he continued. "In the beginning, when I was building Storm Innovations, I was so consumed with making it succeed that I barely left to go home. I poured everything into it-my time, my energy, my sanity. Work consumed my days and nights... so it made sense to create an extension of home here. This is where I come after long meetings, after endless hours in the office, when I need a break but I'm not ready to go home yet. My team built this space for me because, back then, leaving wasn't an option-I lived and breathed this company." I let his words sink in as my gaze swept over the dark grey walls, heavy curtains absorbing any trace of light. The space wasn't as massive as his home, but it was just as luxurious-and elegant. Everything here felt enigmatic, broody-as if the room itself mirrored Gabriel's mind: cold, controlled, impenetrable. So this was his escape. Not just from work, but from the world. A way to shut everything and everyone out. The thought settled in my mind, though I kept it to myself. "It's dark, luxurious, and very you," I said, turning in his arms, my eyes locking with his. "So, how many others have you brought here?" His brow arched slightly. "By others, I'm guessing you mean women?" I didn't answer. "The answer is no," he said simply. "You're the first." A wave of warmth rushed through me, but I kept my expression neutral. "That's not what I meant..." I stammered, trying- and failing-to mask the jealousy stirring over women who weren't even real. His fingers traced my cheek, his voice laced with amusement. "I think we both know what you meant." A slow smirk tugged at his lips. "And for the record, jealousy looks cute on you." "I'm not-” “Shh...” He pressed a finger against my lips, silencing me. His eyes burned into mine. "I didn't bring you here to indulge your smart mouth." I tilted my chin up, defiant. "Then why did you bring me here?" He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine. "You already know why." "Say it." His gaze darkened as he yanked me against him, his hardened length straining against his pants, pressing firmly into my core. "I brought you here to ruin you," he murmured, his breath hot against my lips. "To fuck you until you beg me to stop- until your body can't take anymore." A ragged breath caught in my throat, heat flooding my veins at his filthy words. My cheeks burned as I pressed a hand against his chest, trying to create space. "Mr. Storm, you don't have to be so-" "So crude?" A cocky, unapologetic grin spread across his face as he cut me off. "Raw?" His grip tightened on my hips, and this time, he rolled his hips, letting me feel every thick inch of his arousal. "That's exactly what we're about to be." A shudder ripped through me, sending a throbbing ache between my thighs. "You provoked me," he growled, his lips tracing along my jaw. "You knew exactly what you were doing." "I have no idea what you're talking about," I whispered, feigning innocence. “Liar," he rasped before crashing his lips against mine. This kiss was deeper, rougher-charged with all the tension and hunger we had both been holding back. "It's too late to play innocent now," he groaned against my lips. His hands slid to the zipper of my dress, tugging it down with a force that made me fear he would tear the fabric apart. "Gabriel, be careful," I gasped, pressing my hands to his chest in a weak attempt to steady him. "If you rip it, I have nothing to wear back to work." His lips trailed open-mouthed kisses down my neck, hot and insistent. "My sweet, I don't

think I can be careful... not when you've wrecked my control like this." My breath hitched as his mouth ignited sensations I couldn't control. "Besides... if I rip the dress, I could have a long line of replacements delivered here before we're even done." I was frustrated that he wasn't listening-yet I melted beneath his touch, my head falling back of its own accord. He broke the kiss, his eyes dark with passion, telling me there would be no going slowly-no mercy. "But... I can compromise." His lips curled into a wicked grin. "I'll be careful-if you tell me the truth." My pulse pounded. I hesitated, wetness pooling deep in my core-then finally, I nodded. "Have you touched yourself?" A fresh wave of fire ignited inside me at his words. My breath hitched, my body betraying me as the device buried deep within me throbbed continuously, matching the frantic rhythm of my heart. I had almost done it-almost given in to the desperate ache-but I had waited. Waited for him. For his hands. My thighs clenched involuntarily, but Gabriel noticed. He always noticed. His hands slid beneath my dress, palms warm and possessive as they caressed my thighs, parting them just enough to make me tremble. The touch sent a shudder through me, every nerve in my body awakening to his command. I tried to speak, to answer him, but my voice failed me. Instead, I simply shook my head, my breath coming in shallow gasps. Gabriel tsked softly, his grip tightening. "Use your words, Clairessa," he murmured, his fingers trailing higher. "You know the rules.” “Yes,” I finally choked out, my voice heavy with need. Gabriel's smirk returned, full of dark amusement. "Good girl," he praised, his fingers tracing slow circles on my thigh. "Did you think about doing it? Because when I walked into your office, I found you in a rather... compromising position." My entire body burned. Of course, he wanted all the details. Gabriel wanted to control everything about me-if he could, even the air I breathed. I exhaled shakily. "I did... when the ache became unbearable, I was tempted. But I held back." His grip on my thigh tightened slightly. "Why?" I bit my lip before answering, knowing exactly what my words would do to him. "Because I wanted your hands alone." A low grunt rumbled in his chest. "Oh, my sweet..." His voice was heavy with hunger. "You know just how much pleasure I can give you." His hand slid higher, fingers brushing over the damp fabric of my panties, teasing, testing. My throat felt impossibly tight. "Now, tell me how you feel," he commanded. A soft gasp escaped me as his fingers lightly toyed with my clit, sending a wild jolt of pleasure through me. “I... I feel like I'm about to combust..." My voice trembled, my body arching instinctively into his touch. Gabriel hummed in approval, his touch still agonizingly light. "Please what?" he taunted. Desperation clawed at me. "Make me cum," I moaned, my fingers joining his on my soaked panties, pressing deeper, seeking more. "Please, Gabriel..." My voice was breathless, pleading, my hips rolling into his touch as I trembled against him. "I need your hands... It's all I've thought about. Only you." Gabriel let out a dark, knowing chuckle, his fingers holding back what I truly needed, almost driving me to the brink of madness. My body throbbed with unbearable want, every nerve aching for his touch, but he only toyed with me-hovering but denying me. His voice dropped, deep and domineering. "Then beg properly."noveldrama