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

Chapter 128: Trapping Her Between Pleasure And Torture

Gabriel's POV I cleared my throat, forcing myself to focus as I turned my attention to Nicole, who stood at the far end of my office. "Welcome, Nicole. Have a seat." I gestured to the conference table. She nodded and took a seat. My gaze immediately shifted to Clairessa. "Clairessa," I called my voice smooth, commanding. "After you." She hesitated for just a second before stepping forward. And that's when my jaw clenched. That damn dress. It clung to her ass-high, round, and perfect-making my fingers twitch with the

Chapter 128: Trapping Her Between Pleasure And Torture

Gabriel's POV I cleared my throat, forcing myself to focus as I turned my attention to Nicole, who stood at the far end of my office. "Welcome, Nicole. Have a seat." I gestured to the conference table. She nodded and took a seat. My gaze immediately shifted to Clairessa. "Clairessa," I called my voice smooth, commanding. “After you." She hesitated for just a second before stepping forward. And that's when my jaw clenched. That damn dress. It clung to her ass-high, round, and perfect-making my fingers twitch with the urge to grab it, to caress and explore every inch. But what really held my attention was the way her steps faltered, the way her thighs pressed together just a little too tightly-like she was fighting something. Still fighting me. "Sit beside me,' I ordered, sinking into my seat at the head of the table, stretching out with effortless confidence. Clairessa met my gaze with a faint smile, but I caught the hint of annoyance simmering in her eyes. She was upset with me. Probably wanted to rip me to shreds. I didn't mind. Hell, I liked it. I watched every subtle movement of her body-the way the soft fabric stretched over her curves as she lowered herself into the chair-slow, unintentional, but damn near hypnotic. She was a walking temptation, completely unaware of the fire she awakened. "Welcome again, Nicole," I said, drawing both of their attention. My gaze drifted-lingered-on Clairessa longer than it should have. She looked tense yet undeniably stunning, her lips slightly parted, her fingers gripping the table like she needed the support. I couldn't tear my eyes away. Leaning back in my seat, I fought against the ache tightening in my pants. She had no idea what she did to me. Or maybe she did. Damn it. I needed to get my head back in the game. Take control of the meeting. Thank you both for coming," I continued, forcing my voice to remain firm. "As you know, Nicole, Clairessa did an outstanding job securing the win on the Gemia project." "Great job, Claire," Nicole praised, reaching for Clairessa's hand. "Hmm..... Thank you," Clairessa murmured with a faint smile, though I caught the tension in her shoulders, the way her breath hitched every few seconds. Good. I wasn't the only one struggling to focus. She was still feeling every ripple of pleasure -from earlier. And I wasn't done with her yet. I let the silence stretch for a beat longer than necessary, enjoying

the way she struggled to maintain composure. "Sergio is ready to begin implementing the strategies," I continued, my tone even. "I want to hear from you both-where we stand and what's next." Nicole launched into a detailed rundown of her progress, but her voice faded into the background. My focus was on Clairessa. She shifted in her seat, clearly aware of my scrutiny. Her head dipped slightly, brown strands of hair spilling forward, as if she hoped it would shield her. But nothing could hide her from me I saw everything. The subtle rise and fall of her chest. The...... Nicole's voice cut through my thoughts, and I barely realized she had finished speaking until she said my name. "Mr. Storm?" I blinked, dragging my eyes away from Clairessa. "Thank you, Nicole," I replied smoothly, covering the fact that I hadn't heard a damn word. "Email me the plans you just outlined." Lord knows I hadn't been paying attention. Not when Clairessa was sitting there, drowning in pleasure, lost in the sensations I'd placed inside her. I turned back to her. "Clairessa," I murmured, my voice laced with amusement. “Care to share what you have?" She swallowed hard, shifting again. “L... um... I've been working on a plan," she stammered. I admired her resilience. She inhaled deeply, steadying herself before launching into her strategy. Her voice was strong, determined-but I didn't miss the slight tremble, the way she bit the inside of her cheek. She was fighting me. Good. But she wasn't going to win. Not yet. Reaching into my pocket, I pressed the button. A barely-there vibration hummed to life. "Oh-" she gasped softly, her eyes widening in panic as her fingers clutched the table, struggling for control. Nicole glanced at her, eyebrows knitting. Meanwhile, Clairessa's grip tightened on the fabric of her dress, her forehead damp with sweat. "Carry on," I ordered, my voice perfectly even. She stuttered, words turning breathy-strained. But she pushed through, determined. I loved it. Watching her lose control. Watching her fall apart under my command. My gaze dropped to her thighs, pressed tightly together, her grip firm on the hem of her gown-like she could somehow stop the pleasure from consuming her. She was barely holding on. The torment was exquisite. And I intended to draw it out. I wouldn't push her past her limits. But she needed to remember. Who was in control. Then, I cut the vibration. A soft breath escaped her

lips, relief washing over her as she clutched her forehead. "Thank you, Clairessa," I commended, amusement laced in my tone. "That was great." I turned to Nicole. "I love the progress you both have made so far. It looks like we're ready to launch phase one." "I'm here to impress you," Nicole beamed, her smile wide. "And I promise to give it my all." "Glad to hear that." I clasped my hands on the table. "That will be all. Nicole, you may leave." She scrunched her face in annoyance before casting us both a wary glance, curiosity evident. I didn't have the patience to decipher whatever was going through her head. My gaze darkened as I leveled her with a cold, pointed look-one that promised I wasn't in the mood for games. She tensed, and for a brief moment, fear shone in her eyes before she hurriedly gathered her belongings and left. The moment the door clicked shut, Clairessa was on her feet, storming toward me, eyes blazing with fury. She jabbed a finger into my chest. "You..... are-"I caught her wrist before she could finish, my grip firm as I straightened to my full height, towering over her. I met her gaze head-on, holding her in place. "Yes?" I prompted, a smirk tugging at my lips. "Go on, sweetheart. Tell me what I am." Her chest heaved, frustration burning in her eyes. "A tyrant. A sadist. A complete-I yanked her forward, cutting her off as her body crashed against mine. "Careful, Clairessa," I warned, my arms circling her waist, holding her tightly against me. "Unless you want me to show you just how much of a sadist I can be." Her lips parted, poised to fire back, but I didn't give her the chance. I crushed my mouth to hers, swallowing whatever protest she had ready. She gasped, stiffening for half a second before she melted into me, her fingers fisting my shirt. I deepened the kiss, sliding a hand into her hair, tilting her head back, taking what was mine. She tasted like honey-sweet, addictive, and entirely mine. Her body pressed into me, her hands wrapping aroung my shoulders, her hips shifting restlessly against my growing hardness. A low growl rumbled in my chest as I grabbed her ass, kneading, pulling her closer, grinding my throbbing cock against her soft heat through the dress. She whimpered, arching into me, rubbing against me like she needed more, further fueling my desperate need to have her. Fuck. I needed more. The lesson on consequences was over. I needed to be buried inside her. Reaching for the zipper of her dress, I was ready to strip her bare. Spread her across the conference table. Take her, hard and deep, until my name was the only thing she could scream. Then the intercom buzzed. Once. Twice. "Gabriel, don't- Clairessa warned, breathless. I grinned, exhaling slowly before sliding my hand from her zipper and pressing the answer button. "Mr. Storm, the Zenco CEO and his team are waiting in the boardroom," Temi's voice came through the speaker. I sighed. "Thanks, Temi. Let them know I'll be with them shortly." I turned back to Clairessa, her eyes wide with disbelief. "You cannot be serious," she snapped, voice filled with need, breathless and undone. I brushed my lips against her forehead, letting my hands linger on her hips. "It hurts me too, my sweet," I murmured. "But I have to." "Gabriel, this is maddening," she whined, her fists clenching at her sides. " don't think I can take it much longer." I leaned in, my breath hot against her ear. “I know you can,” I murmured, my voice dripping with control. "Because when I finally let you come.... the pleasure will be far greater than the torture." A ragged breath escaped her, her fingers tightening around my arm like she needed something to anchor her. "Besides..." I smirked, brushing my thumb along her parted lips. "This is exactly how I felt when you ignored me. Frustrated. Worried. Now you understand." Realization dawned in her eyes. "So this is revenge?" I cupped her chin, tilting her face up until our eyes locked. “Not revenge. Consequences." I let the word sink in before stepping back, leaving her breathless and aching. "You did this, not me." A wicked grin spread across my lips as I turned toward the door, knowing I was leaving her flustered, furious, and desperate. Just the way I liked it.

urge to grab it, to caress and explore every inch. But what really held my attention was the way her steps faltered, the way her thighs pressed together just a little too tightly-like she was fighting something. Still fighting me. "Sit beside me,' I ordered, sinking into my seat at the head of the table, stretching out with effortless confidence. Clairessa met my gaze with a faint smile, but I caught the hint of annoyance simmering in her eyes. She was upset with me. Probably wanted to rip me to shreds. I didn't mind. Hell, I liked it. I watched every subtle movement of her body-the way the soft fabric stretched over her curves as she lowered herself into the chair-slow, unintentional, but damn near hypnotic. She was a walking temptation, completely unaware of the fire she awakened. "Welcome again, Nicole," I said, drawing both of their attention. My gaze drifted-lingered-on Clairessa longer than it should have. She looked tense yet undeniably stunning, her lips slightly parted, her fingers gripping the table like she needed the support. I couldn't tear my eyes away. Leaning back in my seat, I fought against the ache tightening in my pants. She had no idea what she did to me. Or maybe she did. Damn it. I needed to get my head back in the game. Take control of the meeting. Thank you both for coming," I continued, forcing my voice to remain firm. "As you know, Nicole, Clairessa did an outstanding job securing the win on the Gemia project." "Great job, Claire," Nicole praised, reaching for Clairessa's hand. “Hmm..... Thank you," Clairessa murmured with a faint smile, though I caught the tension in her shoulders, the way her breath hitched every few seconds. Good. I wasn't the only one struggling to focus. She was still feeling every ripple of pleasure -from earlier. And I wasn't done with her yet. I let the silence stretch for a beat longer than necessary, enjoying

the way she struggled to maintain composure. "Sergio is ready to begin implementing the strategies," I continued, my tone even. "I want to hear from you both-where we stand and what's next." Nicole launched into a detailed rundown of her progress, but her voice faded into the background. My focus was on Clairessa. She shifted in her seat, clearly aware of my scrutiny. Her head dipped slightly, brown strands of hair spilling forward, as if she hoped it would shield her. But nothing could hide her from me I saw everything. The subtle rise and fall of her chest. The...... Nicole's voice cut through my thoughts, and I barely realized she had finished speaking until she said my name. "Mr. Storm?" I blinked, dragging my eyes away from Clairessa. "Thank you, Nicole," I replied smoothly, covering the fact that I hadn't heard a damn word. “Email me the plans you just outlined." Lord knows I hadn't been paying attention. Not when Clairessa was sitting there, drowning in pleasure, lost in the sensations I'd placed inside her. I turned back to her. "Clairessa," I murmured, my voice laced with amusement. “Care to share what you have?" She swallowed hard, shifting again. “L..... um....... I've been working on a plan," she stammered. I admired her resilience. She inhaled deeply, steadying herself before launching into her strategy. Her voice was strong, determined-but I didn't miss the slight tremble, the way she bit the inside of her cheek. She was fighting me. Good. But she wasn't going to win. Not yet. Reaching into my pocket, I pressed the button. A barely-there vibration hummed to life. “Oh-" she gasped softly, her eyes widening in panic as her fingers clutched the table, struggling for control. Nicole glanced at her, eyebrows knitting. Meanwhile, Clairessa's grip tightened on the fabric of her dress, her forehead damp with sweat. "Carry on," I ordered, my voice perfectly even. She stuttered, words turning breathy-strained. But she pushed through, determined. I loved it. Watching her lose control. Watching her fall apart under my command. My gaze dropped to her thighs, pressed tightly together, her grip firm on the hem of her gown-like she could somehow stop the pleasure from consuming her. She was barely holding on. The torment was exquisite. And I intended to draw it out. I wouldn't push her past her limits. But she needed to remember. Who was in control. Then, I cut the vibration. A soft breath escaped hernoveldrama

lips, relief washing over her as she clutched her forehead. "Thank you, Clairessa," I commended, amusement laced in my tone. "That was great." I turned to Nicole. "I love the progress you both have made so far. It looks like we're ready

to launch phase one." "I'm here to impress you," Nicole beamed, her smile wide. "And I promise to give it my all." "Glad to hear that." I clasped my hands on the table. "That will be all. Nicole, you may leave." She scrunched her face in annoyance before casting us both a wary glance, curiosity evident. I didn't have the patience to decipher whatever was going through her head. My gaze darkened as I leveled her with a cold, pointed look-one that promised I wasn't in the mood for games. She tensed, and for a brief moment, fear shone in her eyes before she hurriedly gathered her belongings and left. The moment the door clicked shut, Clairessa was on her feet, storming toward me, eyes blazing with fury. She jabbed a finger into my chest. "You..... are-"I caught her wrist before she could finish, my grip firm as I straightened to my full height, towering over her. I met her gaze head-on, holding her in place. "Yes?" I prompted, a smirk tugging at my lips. "Go on, sweetheart. Tell me what I am." Her chest heaved, frustration burning in her eyes. "A tyrant. A sadist. A complete-I yanked her forward, cutting her off as her body crashed against mine. "Careful, Clairessa," I warned, my arms circling her waist, holding her tightly against me. "Unless you want me to show you just how much of a sadist I can be." Her lips parted, poised to fire back, but I didn't give her the chance. I crushed my mouth to hers, swallowing whatever protest she had ready. She gasped, stiffening for half a second before she melted into me, her fingers fisting my shirt. I deepened the kiss, sliding a hand into her hair, tilting her head back, taking what was mine. She tasted like honey-sweet, addictive, and entirely mine. Her body pressed into me, her hands wrapping aroung my shoulders, her hips shifting restlessly against my growing hardness. A low growl rumbled in my chest as I grabbed her ass, kneading, pulling her closer, grinding my throbbing cock against her soft heat through the dress. She whimpered, arching into me, rubbing against me like she needed more, further fueling my desperate need to have her. Fuck. I needed more. The lesson on consequences was over. I needed to be buried inside her. Reaching for the zipper of her dress, I was ready to strip her bare. Spread her across the conference table. Take her, hard and deep, until my name was the only thing she could scream. Then the intercom buzzed. Once. Twice. "Gabriel, don't- Clairessa warned, breathless. I grinned, exhaling slowly before sliding my hand from her zipper and pressing the answer button. "Mr. Storm, the Zenco CEO and his team are waiting in the boardroom," Temi's voice came through the speaker. I sighed. "Thanks, Temi. Let them know I'll be with them shortly." I turned back to Clairessa, her eyes wide with disbelief. "You cannot be serious," she snapped, voice filled with need, breathless and undone. I brushed my lips against her forehead, letting my hands linger on her hips. "It hurts me too, my sweet," I murmured. "But I have to." "Gabriel, this is maddening," she whined, her fists clenching at her sides. " don't think I can take it much longer." I leaned in, my breath hot against her ear. “I know you can," I murmured, my voice dripping with control. "Because when I finally let you come.... the pleasure will be far greater than the torture." A ragged breath escaped her, her fingers tightening around my arm like she needed something to anchor her. "Besides..." I smirked, brushing my thumb along her parted lips. "This is exactly how I felt when you ignored me. Frustrated. Worried. Now you understand." Realization dawned in her eyes. "So this is revenge?" I cupped her chin, tilting her face up until our eyes locked. "Not revenge. Consequences." I let the word sink in before stepping back, leaving her breathless and aching. "You did this, not me." A wicked grin spread across my lips as I turned

toward the door, knowing I was leaving her flustered, furious, and desperate. Just the way I liked it.