Chapter 213: Screw You
Gabriel's POV
| shoved the thoughts of Adrian out of my mind. This moment was mine-no matter the cost. Nothing was going to
stop me. Not now.
| placed hot, open-mouthed kisses down her chest, trailing slowly along the dip of her cleavage, and paused
when | felt her breath hitch. Her skin was warm under my lips, flushed-responding to every touch.
As | looked up, the reality hitlike a jolt of lightning-she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples strained against the
thin black fabric, betraying how much she wanted this.
A violent need tore through my chest.
| couldn't hold back anymore.
| caught one nipple through the dress,ateeth grazing it, biting down just enough to make her whimper-a mix of
pain and pleasure—and then my tongue asoothed where I'd marked her, slow and reverent.
Her fingers curled into my hair like she wasn't sure whether to pullcloser or pushaway.
"Stop this," she breathed, her voice barely holding.
My mouth stilled. | looked up at her, fingers still rolling her other nipple beneath the fabric. "Do you really want
My voice was low, guttural.
| was shaking with how much | wanted her-but | needed to hear it. | needed her to admit the truth.
She looked torn, fire and fear both glinting in her eyes. She was fighting herself, not me.
Moaning instead of answering. Her breathing cout ragged, erratic, and | froze waiting.
Then her lips parted. "Don't stop..."
Fuck.
My mouth curled into a smirk as | leaned in, barely grazing her lips. "Then tellwhat you want."
She gasped, eyes clouded. "Your mouth..."
She grabbed the back of my head and shoveddown to her breast. | didn't hesitate.
| latched on, sucking her nipple through the dress like | was starved. Her moans grew louder-wild, uninhibited-like
she couldn't fightanymore.
My hand moved to her other breast, cupping and caressing the soft mounds. | loved the way her back arched,
the way her body begged for more.
She was soft, hot, and responsive. My growl reverberated against her skin. “So fucking delicious..."
"I want you... so fucking bad," | growled, switching to the other nipple and dragging my tongue in slow, lazy
circles, savoring every tremble in her body.
| reached for the neckline of her dress and undid the tiny hook.
The fabric slid down her arms and pooled at her waist. And there she was-bare, radiant, heated with arousal.
Her caramel skin gleamed under the dim light, her breasts full and perfect, nipples red from my mouth.
| kissed down the line between them, then lower, letting my hand glide down her stomach, slipping into her
panties.
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My fingers glided over her folds.
Damn, she was drenched. | could barely hold back the sound that tore from my throat as I ripped the flimsy
material from her.
She gasped, caught between shock and raw desire-and | saw it in her eyes. The hunger. The need.
| stroked her clit, slow at first, then faster, watching her hips jerk against my hand. Her body moved in sync with
mine, as if she'd been waiting-aching for this just as long.
"Gabriel..." she moaned, legs trembling.
I slid a finger inside her. Then two. Tight, hot, perfect. My fingers moved with practiced precision, stretching her
out, riding her in slow, maddening strokes.
My mouth found its way back to her breast again, sucking her nipple while | stroked her simultaneously.
"Tellhow this makes you feel," | murmured, curling just right at her sweet spot, sending waves of pleasure
crashing over her.
Her head fell back. "Gabriel..." she whimpered, then winced when | added the third finger, riding her deeper,
faster.
"So fucking good," she cried out. "I missed this-I missed you."
The confession undid me. My heart thundered with masculine pride. I'd waited so long to hear that.
God, she felt unreal.
| worked her with both hands-stroking her clit with my thumb while thrusting my fingers inside her. She was
gasping, rocking against me, moaning louder, losing control.
"This is what you do to me," | groaned against her skin. "lI want you so bad it hurts."
She arched into me. Her body trembled as | sucked her nipple harder. Her chest
rose and fell with every breath, nipples taut, begging for more.
| leaned in, voice hoarse. "Your body remembers me. Look at how easily it responds. You can't fight this."
Her eyes burned with defiance-but the sounds spilling from her mouth betrayed
her.
She didn't pushaway. Her hips ground into my hand, chasing the pressure, desperate for more.
When | felt her close-so close-I locked eyes with her.
"Every inch of you belongs to me," | declared, my voice rough, possessive.
Then | pressed down hard on her clit, stroking faster-and she shattered.
Her orgasm ripped through her as she cried out my name, cursing, shaking apart in my arms.
And | held her there, watching her fall apart.
When the climax had passed, | searched her eyes, hoping to find softness, hope -anything-but what | got instead
was fire.
She shoved at my chest, hard.
"Get off me," she snapped, her voice brittle and breathless.
| pulled back, breath still ragged, trying to catch my balance. "Why are you fighting
this? Fighting us? You can't fake what just happened."
She shook her head as she pulled
the halter strap over her neck, yanking the neckline of her dress up. Her hands fumbled in frustration, like even
touching the fabric brought shshe couldn't scrub away.
| stepped forward. "Lethelp-"
"I don't need your help," she snapped, slapping my hand away. "This was a mistake."
My jaw tightened. "A mistake?" | echoed, disbelief lacing my voice as | closed the distance between us again.
"Seconds ago, you were in my arms-tellinghow much you missed me. Missed us."
"You lettouch you, Clairessa-as my hands claimed you, you cried out my nand beggednot to stop."
She locked a fiery gaze with mine. "That was a moment of weakness. And I'm over it."
"Why do we have to be?"
She laughed bitterly-no humor, all pain. "Oh, please. Don't act like you don't know. What do you think would've
happened if Adrian walked in on us?"
My chest tightened.
Fuck.
She wasn't wrong. I'd thought about it... once. Briefly. But I'd shoved the image
down and let my need for her take over.
"He was drunk out of his mind when he cin. He's probably knocked out cold
by now," | argued, though it sounded weak even to me.
She gavea deadpan stare. "And what about next time, Gabriel?"
I had no answer.
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"I was going to,” | said quickly. “Just... not like this. Not yet."
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My heart twisted. "Don't ever reduce yourself to that. You're not a fling, Clairessa.
You mean more tothan anyone else."
Her eyes flashed with something—pain, longing, rage—but it all crumbled into
quiet devastation as she whispered, "But not more than Adrian. Right?"
I froze.
She was asking the one question | couldn't answer. Not now. Not while everything
insidewas still a mess of guilt, desire, and history.
How could | choose between my son and the woman | couldn't stop loving?
My silence said it all.
She blinked rapidly and stepped
back, her voice turning cold. "This is
never happening again. Stay away mme, Gabriel. From now on, we
from
stick to the contract. Strictly business. Nothing more."
| stepped forward, my voice cracking under the weight of her words. "Fuck the
contract. | don't give a damn about it anymore."
She flinched like I'd struck her. Then
her face twisted noceyetiodt
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something raw and broken beneath
it.
"You know what, Gabriel?" she spat. "Screw you."
She turned and stormed away.
“Clairessa!” | called after her, heart hammering, feet moving before I could stop
them.
But she didn't turn around.
And | couldn't breathe, wondering if I'd just lost her again.