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

Chapter 137 Trapped Between Loving Him And Risking It All

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Clairessa's POV Gabriel strode to the island and set me down, his body fitting between my legs. A low groan escaped him as he nudged forward, his hardness pressing into my heat, sending a shudder through me. He pushed up the oversized T-shirt I wore, his gaze darkening as he parted my legs and discovered the bare skin beneath. "No panties," he drawled, his voice heavy with hunger. His eyes gleamed with something primal as his fingers slid over my slit, stroking- finding me exactly as he wanted. Hot. Slick. Ready. "You're wet... and you're all mine." His voice was pure possession, his lips grazing my throat as he groaned against my skin. A deep ache throbbed in my core, spreading like fire, my body already responding to him-wet, needy, desperate. He shoved his sweatpants down, freeing himself. Then, with a firm grip on my hips, he pulled me closer and drove into me with a single, deep, hard stroke. A broken cry escaped my lips as every inch of him filled me, claiming me completely. My fingers dug into his shoulders, nails raking over his skin as he pulled back and plunged into me again-deeper. “Gabriel-"I gasped, my body arching, trembling beneath him. He growled low in his throat, his grip tightening on the soft sides of my thighs as he thrust into me again and again, each stroke more demanding than the last. "You feel that?” His voice grated against my ear. His pace quickened, each movement a fierce declaration of his powerful, domineering affection-like he needed to ensure I took all of him, felt him whole, so I'd always remember my body belonged to him. "Oh... God... Yes... I feel... all of you... I moaned, overwhelmed by the intensity of him, the way he took me, owned me, leaving me drowning in pleasure. Over and over, he drove into me, each thrust pushing me closer, shattering me, until there was nothing left but the heat, the need, and the man I wasn't ready to lose. “I love you... I gasped, my body writhing from the mind-numbing sensation of his cock. "I love you... only you..." His grip on me tightened, his pace turning desperate, his lips crashing onto mine as he groaned, deep and broken. "I love you," he rasped against my mouth. "God, Clairessa... I love you." The raw passion in his voice tipped me over the edge. My body clenched around him as I fell apart, a moan tearing from my lips as waves of ecstasy crashed through me. Gabriel let out a deep, shuddering groan, his body tensing before he spilled into me, burying himself deep, branding me with every surge of his release. For a moment, neither of us moved, our breaths tangled, our bodies locked together. Then, his forehead rested against mine, his lips brushing my cheek, my jaw. "Mine," he whispered-a fierce promise. I let my fingers glide through his damp hair, my heart still racing. "I love you," I murmured again, wanting to seal the words between us, to etch them into my memory. --I walked into Adrian's restaurant, my chest tightening with a deep, bitter feeling. The quiet afternoon only made my thoughts louder, reminding me of the lie I was living. I had promised Gabriel that Adrian meant nothing to me. Yet here I was. I told myself I was only here to get Adrian off my back, to stop him from doing something reckless-like showing up at my workplace or dragging his father into this mess. But deep down, I knew the truth. I was here for selfish reasons, covering my ass until I could work up the courage to tell Gabriel. And that had to be soon. Because if I didn't, I risked losing him. And it would be entirely my fault. Especially after everything-after he trusted me, after he confessed his love, bared his soul, let me see the most vulnerable parts of him, a side no one else had-after he admitted his deepest fear of not surviving another betrayal... here I was. Standing in a place that had once meant something to Adrian and me. No matter how I tried to justify it, I felt like a fraud. A deceiver. Maybe I deserved to feel this way. Because every second I kept this secret, I was betraying Gabriel. Yet, I still stalled. I was too much of a coward to tell the truth. Too desperate to hold onto him. But in my heart, I knew—I couldn't keep doing this. If I didn't come clean, I'd lose him forever. After this lunch with Adrian, I'd tell him. I had to. I was only here to end this-to tell Adrian to stay away. My heart belonged to someone else now. Someone I was hurting just by being here. I regretted starting this revenge. I wished I had been honest earlier. Maybe if I had, Gabriel and I might have still stood a real chance. But I'd never know now. "Claire... over here." Adrian's voice cut through my thoughts, his familiar smirk in place as he waved me over. I stared at him, feeling nothing but irritation. He was the reason I was stuck in this complicated mess. The reason guilt was tearing me apart from

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Chapter 137: Trapped Between Loving Him And Risking It All

the inside. Still, I walked toward him, stopping just as he stepped closer. His brown eyes lit up as he reached for a hug, but I pulled away. His smile faltered for a second before he recovered, slipping back into that cocky charm. “Claire,” he greeted smoothly, stepping toward me again. "I'm glad you came." "I won't be here long," I replied, my voice stiff. "I prepared a private section for us." He gestured toward a secluded area in the back and started walking without waiting for my response-like he already knew I'd object. I had no choice but to follow. When we reached the table, he stopped. Flower petals were arranged beautifully across the surface, candles lit, giving the area an intimate feel. A giant bouquet sat elegantly to the side. Once upon a time, I would have found this romantic-a grand gesture I had begged him for over the years. Now, all I saw was another calculated move. A ploy to manipulate me into forgiving him. He picked up the red roses and held them out to me. Of course, he didn't get my favorite-lilies. He had never bothered to remember that. I snatched them aggressively and tossed them back onto the table. His eyes dimmed with something like sadness, but I didn't care. "You didn't have to do all this." My voice was flat. This was supposed to be quick-straight to the point. "Maybe not," he admitted with a small shrug. "But I wanted to make this special for us." The irony. Now he cared about making things special. I sighed. “Adrian, I don't need any of this. And to be honest, I don't even want to be here. You're forcing-" "I'm not forcing you," he cut in. "Maybe coercing, but I needed to see you. To at least talk. Get closure." I let out a bitter laugh. "You, need closure? That sounds a little hypocritical, don't you think?" He winced but covered it up with an easy smile. "Claire, I made a mistake. I know that. I cheated. I broke your trust. But haven't we all done something bad? Haven't we all unintentionally hurt the people we love?"