Falling For My Ex's Dad (Clarissa and Gabriel) novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92: No One Else But You 

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As I stepped out of the bathroom, Gabriel was leaning against the desk, his phone in hand, looking devastatingly sexy in a crisp black shirt with the top few buttons undone. His attention was fixed on his phone -until he looked up. 

The moment his eyes landed on me, his entire demeanor changed. 

Shock. Hunger. Possession. 

I expected this reaction. I knew he’d lose it when he saw me in this dress. 

His gaze dragged over me–slow, piercing, scorching hot. His jaw clenched. His phone slipped out of his fingers and thudded on the table. 

skin. 

“My sweet…” His voice was rough, dark. He stalked toward me like a predator, his eyes locked on my 

The intensity of his stare alone sent a delicious shiver through me. 

“You look absolutely breathtaking,” he murmured, reaching for me. His fingers trailed along my collarbone and then over the sheer fabric that hugged my curves. His touch grew bolder as he let his hand wander just above my hip. “Your skin and this dress… it’s as if they were made for each other.” 

Then, his expression hardened, as if something unpleasant had just clicked into place. His fingers flexed against my waist. 

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“Don’t tell me this is what you’re wearing to the club.” 

I tilted my chin, meeting his gaze defiantly. “It is.“. “It is.” 

His entire body went rigid. “Hell no, Clairessa.” His voice was lethal. “Tell me this is just for me. That you’re not stepping out in that.” 

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I patted his chest lightly, trying to reassure him. “Gabriel, don’t be ridiculous. I spent nearly an hour in the bathroom, so of course this is what I’m wearing.” 

He let out a dark chuckle, shaking his head before dragging his fingers through his hair. “Oh no, you’re surely trying to test my patience.” His eyes glanced back at me, blazing with possessive heat. 

I folded my arms and raised my lips in a stubborn smile before putting some space between us. “I thought you’d love the dress.” 

His gaze roamed over my body, darker this time. “Don’t get me wrong–you look fucking gorgeous. Sexy a sin.” His hand fisted at his side. “But no. You’re not wearing that out.” 

“Why not?” I feigned innocence. 

He closed the little space between us, his fingers tracing up my thigh, slipping beneath the scandalously high slit. “Because you’re practically naked,” he rasped. “I can see your nipples through this excuse of a dress.” 

His thumb brushed against my peak, making me shudder. 

I gasped, gripping his biceps, and a wicked smirk curled his lips when he felt how hard it was. 

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“See?” he murmured, lips teasing the sensitive spot just below my ear. “I felt that. And if I can, so can every bastard in that club.” 

I swallowed hard. “So what if they can see?” I challenged, though my body trembled from his touch. “They can’t touch-” 

“That’s not the damn point, Clairessa,” he growled. His grip tightened, yanking me against him. The solid press of his body left no doubt about how much this was affecting him. “You’re mine. My woman. I refuse to let other men devour you with their eyes like you’re up for the taking.” 

A slow heat pooled in my belly at the possessiveness in his voice. But I wouldn’t let him win that easily. 

“You’re being dramatic.” I teased. “No one is taking me.” I squared my shoulders. “And about the dress, I’m still wearing it.” 

“Like hell you are,” he bit out, his tone tight with restraint. “This is like wearing almost nothing.” His gaze dropped lower. “Your thighs are out–hell no.” He let out a hard breath. “This dress is a damn invitation.” 

I flipped my hair back, refusing to back down. “Raquel picked this dress for tonight,” I retorted evenly. “And I’m wearing it for myself–to feel beautiful. For you to admire, not dictate or make unfounded insinuations.” 

His fingers gripped my chin, tilting my face up to meet his fierce gaze. “Clairessa, you belong to me now. That means I have a say in your entire life–including what you wear.” 

I rolled my eyes. “Controlling much?” 

“Yes, Clairessa, I’m fucking controlling.” His lips brushed lightly against mine, sending a rush of warmth 

through me. “I’ve never hidden it.” 

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I smirked, secretly thrilled by the jealousy burning in his eyes for men I hadn’t even met. “Well, I’ll be with you, won’t I?” 

His expression turned deadly serious. “That’s beside the point. I’m not letting strange men gawk at my woman. That’s final.” 

I turned to the mirror, running my hands down my curves. He was right–the dress was scandalous. Sheer in places that left little to the imagination, hugging my body like a second skin. But I felt powerful in it. Confident. I met his gaze in the reflection, pouting slightly. 

“I promised Raquel I’d wear it. She’d be disappointed.” 

“Raquel clearly doesn’t give a damn about my sanity.” He let out a deep breath, his hands gripping my waist from behind. “You think I’m just going to let you walk into that club looking like this? With every unhinged bastard in there drooling over what’s mine?”