Clairessa’s POVDaniel stepped back, startled. But before he could react, Gabriel lunged at him. His fist collided with Daniel’s face, sending him stumbling back. The impact echoed through the room. Gabriel’s chest rose and fell, his breath ragged, his knuckles flexing as if itching for another hit. “That’s what I should have done years ago,” he spat, his voice filled with pure rage. Daniel regained his stance and wiped the blood from his lip, his own fury igniting like gasoline to a flame. “Why didn’t you?” he shot back, his stance shifting, daring him. “Guys—” Sergio shoved between them, placing a firm hand on Daniel’s chest. “Not here. This is the wrong place and time.” Gabriel's entire body vibrated with anger. After a long, tense pause, he finally spoke. "I’ll leave. Only because of you, Sergio.” Then, without a word, he seized my hand, his grip tight, giving me no room to protest. His hold was firm, possessive—as if staking his claim. I barely had time to process
Clairessa’s POV Gabriel walked ahead of me as we entered the villa, his broad shoulders tense, his entire body still radiating anger. "Gabriel," I called after him. He stopped but didn’t turn around. I quickened my pace, reaching out to wrap my fingers around his elbow. He was warm, his muscles rigid beneath my touch. Slowly, I turned him to face me, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought it might shatter. His face—God, his face—was a mess of bruises and fresh blood. A cut on his brow trickled crimson down his cheek. I reached up instinctively, brushing my fingers over the cut.He flinched. Pulled away. As though my touch burned. A deep ache spread through my chest. He wouldn’t even let me comfort him.Without saying a word, he strode to the bar, grabbing a glass with the same hands that had landed brutal punches just moments ago. He poured himself a glass of scotch. Then another. The silence pressed in, heavy, suffocating. I swallowed hard. “Gabriel, please… talk to m
Clairessa’s POVMy head spun as a mix of fear and excitement coursed through me; anticipation burned in my veins. I made my way to the bed, my knees sinking into the soft sheets as I pressed my hands against them. My thighs spread apart, revealing my warmth.A chill ran through me. I was completely open, vulnerable. I was sure he could see how wet I was, my arousal glistening at my entrance, silently begging for him.Instead of shame all I felt was an unbearable heat.Then I heard the rustle of fabric—the unbuckling of his belt, the slide of his zipper. A shiver raced down my spine.I didn’t turn. I couldn’t.I felt him before he even touched me—his presence, consuming, commanding.Then—he was behind me.His fingers tangled in my hair, gripping, pulling, forcing my head back as his lips crashed against mine.The kiss was wild and desperate.His mouth was hungry, devouring as they claimed every inch of my skin.His hands traveled down my neck, rough and demanding. He cupped my breas
Clairessa’s POV Gabriel’s tongue gave my slit one last slow, teasing lick, his mouth lingering on my clit just long enough to send a jolt of pleasure through me. Then he pulled away, leaving me aching and desperate for more. I winced in frustration, already on all fours, my knees pressing into the sheets. His hands gripped my waist—firm, possessive—positioning me exactly how he wanted me. His cock rubbed against my entrance, teasing, coating himself in my wetness. Then—he drove into me. Hard. Deep. A soft cry escaped my lips as my body shook from the impact, my fingers clutching the sheets as the sting of his intrusion melted into raw pleasure. He stretched me open. The pressure, the sheer size of him, sent a shudder through my body. “You're so tight… so wet for me," he groaned against my ear, his breath hot against my skin. "Like you were made for me." His hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head back, forcing my spine to arch as he buried himself inside me.
Clairessa’s POV "Say you'll never leave me..." Gabriel's husky voice demanded, his lips tormenting me with wet kisses. "I..." I opened my mouth to respond, but before the words could leave my lips, a loud, insistent banging shattered the moment. I forced my eyes open, my lashes fluttering as I tried to adjust to reality. My hand instinctively reached for Gabriel’s side of the bed—but it was empty. Cold sheets. I blinked, my senses catching up. And then it hit me. It was a dream. Gabriel wasn’t here. I let out a quiet groan, rubbing my eyes as I slowly sat up. A dull ache settled in my limbs, a reminder of last night. A frown tugged at my lips as I glanced around the room. No sign of Gabriel. Had he gone to the balcony? Maybe the bathroom? I was about to call out for him when the knocking came again, firmer this time, pulling me from the fog of sleep. With a heavy sigh, I threw the sheets off me and stood. My body felt exhausted in places I hadn’t even realized could be
Clairessa’s POV My eyes locked onto my reflection in the mirror, forcing myself to stay strong. "You’ve got this..." I whispered to my image staring back at me. Then, with a deep breath, I grabbed my toothbrush, attempting to scrub away every taste of him in my mouth. I turned the shower on and stepped under the cold spray, letting it wash over my body. I scrubbed with more force than necessary, desperate to rid myself of every lingering scent and trace of him. Squeezing my eyes shut, I let the water run over me, my hands pressing against the cool tile. But the soreness between my thighs was a constant reminder. The sting on my ass where he had spanked me over and over… By the time I was done, my skin was fresh, clean—and even though I was still sore, I felt like myself again. Or at least, I tried to. Just as I finished dressing, a knock sounded at the door. Brenda. Right on time. I let her in. She moved around the room, folding my clothes, putting my shoes away like
Gabriel’s POVA fucking cruel asshole. That was the best way to describe me after what I’d done to Clairessa. I had fucked up. Badly. I knew it the moment I left her. The moment I walked out of that villa, telling myself it was for the best. That leaving without a word—without facing her—would make it easier. I told myself that maybe, if I put enough distance between us, I could forget her. But I was wrong. Because every second, every breath, every damn moment since I left, she consumed me. I closed my eyes, and there she was—imprinted in my mind like a brand I couldn't erase. Her soft moans echoed in my ears, the way she had begged me to take her, the way her body trembled beneath me, completely open and willing. I groaned, running a hand over my face, trying to push the thoughts away. But it was useless. I could still taste her on my tongue, still feel the way she melted under my touch. No matter how many times I took her, no matter how many ways I made h
Gabriel’s POV Clairessa stood in front of me, gripping the door like she was debating whether to slam it in my face. Her eyes widened, her lips parted slightly, and for a moment, I saw it—the shock, the hesitation, the way she swallowed hard like she needed a second to process that I was actually here. "Mr. Storm…" Her voice was steady, but her expression was anything but. "What are you doing here?" Mr. Storm. Formal. Cold. Like I was just her boss. Like I hadn’t had her beneath me, moaning my name, begging me to take her. I deserved that. Ignoring her question, I took a step forward, pressing just enough weight against the door so she had no choice but to move back. She did, reluctantly, but only an inch—like a challenge. She was dressed in an oversized T-shirt that fell to mid-thigh, her toned legs bare. Her hair was thrown up in a messy bun, loose strands framing her face. She looked effortlessly beautiful. And I wanted her. Even now, when she was furious wi
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 comp
Clairessa’s POV Adrian’s timing was absolute shit. Fucking jerk. He just couldn’t let me breathe, could he? Of course not. He wanted to ruin me. The only reason I unblocked his number was because he threatened me… Shit. I should’ve blocked him before coming to Gabriel. But I didn’t, because after our last conversation, he never even crossed my mind again. And of all the damn times to call— It had to be now. Right when I was with Gabriel. And the bloody phone wouldn’t stop ringing. Adrian was an asshole who refused to understand that we were done. And now Gabriel was on the verge of finding out. His words echoed in my head, sending a wave of fear rippling through me. "I’ll take care of him—make sure he learns never to mess with what’s mine."What did that even mean? Take care of him? As in… talk to him? Threaten him? Worse? I panicked, shifting in my seat. Gabriel talking to Adrian was a disaster waiting to happen—everything I’d been trying to avoid. Hell n
Clairessa’s POV"I could get used to this…" I said, sipping my coffee as I watched Gabriel move around the kitchen with practiced ease. He was shirtless, wearing just a low hang of his sweatpants, revealing just enough to make my mouth go dry. It was a sight to behold—Gabriel Storm, billionaire CEO, standing barefoot in his kitchen, flipping pancakes like a man who had nowhere else to be but here, with me. He turned his attention away from the pan, dark eyes locking onto mine. "Used to what?" I grinned, setting my cup down. "Used to you cooking for me. Spoiling me. Making me breakfast every morning like a perfect, doting man." He chuckled, leaning against the counter, folding his arms. "I love to please you," he drawled. "As I’ve demonstrated many times. So, by all means.”Heat spread through my skin as memories of last night flooded my mind—his hands, his mouth, the way he tasted and explored every inch of me, giving me mind-blowing orgasms over and over again. He was right
Clairessa’s POV I woke up completely exhausted, my body sore but deliciously satisfied. My eyes snapped open, darting around the room as I tried to process everything. I shifted, pushing up onto my elbows, and spotted Gabriel sitting at the desk near the window, his attention locked on his laptop. He looked effortlessly handsome, his jaw tight with concentration as he typed. Then my gaze drifted to the giant clock hanging on the wall. 6:30. Shit. It all came rushing back. How did I let myself sleep this late? Panic surged through me. "Gabriel…" My voice was hoarse, my throat dry from sleep. At the sound of my voice, Gabriel's head snapped up, his eyes locking onto mine. He was on his feet in seconds, striding toward me. Concern flickered in his expression as he sat beside me. "What is it?" he asked, his voice edged with worry. "Oh my God…" I gasped, jerking upright as panic took hold. "You didn’t wake me—shit! I overslept!" Relief softened his face as he real
Clairessa’s POVEmbarrassment washed over me like a tidal wave as the memory of my confession replayed in my mind.Fuck.I had just told Gabriel I loved him.A truth I hadn’t even admitted to myself yet.This was crazy. Impossible. It had to be the orgasm. The overwhelming pleasure. It wasn’t me—it was the moment, the passion, the intensity.Did he hear me? Did he remember?Oh God.What if he was just waiting for me to say it again, to confirm what my body had already betrayed?No. No way.I had to play it off. Act like it never happened.I snuck a glance at him, but the moment our eyes met, my stomach flipped. He was watching me, a smug expression tugging at his lips."What?" I blurted out, still shy and utterly mortified by what had just happened—or rather, by how I had completely lost control.Gabriel’s smirk widened. "Did you just admit you’re in love with me… mid-orgasm?”"I… no… I—" I stammered, panicking, my heart hammering against my ribs.Before I could form a proper defense,
Clairessa’s POVGabriel lifted me off the floor, throwing me over his shoulder as if I weighed nothing. My legs dangled behind him, my palms pressing against his back in protest. “Gabriel! What are you doing?” I gasped, kicking slightly. "Granting you your wish," he purred. Then, without warning, he smacked my ass. A sudden sting shot through me as his palm connected with my bare skin. “Ouch,” I gasped, the unexpected heat spreading through the thin fabric of my dress, igniting something far more intense than pain. He carried me effortlessly across the room before lowering me onto his lap, my body draped over his legs. My face pressed into the soft bedding, my legs hanging off the edge—completely at his mercy. "Let's see what we have here," he murmured, his fingers trailing along the hem of my dress before slowly pushing it up. Cool air kissed my exposed skin, making me shiver in anticipation. I let out a soft breath as he slid my panties down my legs completely. I
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
Gabriel’s POVClairessa’s message burned in my mind. I stared at my phone, barely registering the droning voice of Tesco, the CEO of Zenco, seated across the large conference table. His associates, lawyers, and executives were seated around him, their expressions a mix of forced attentiveness and boredom. He was attempting to renegotiate terms that were already set in stone, but my attention was elsewhere. My grip tightened around my phone, heat rising in my veins. She thought this was a game. She thought she could push me, test me, and get away with it. She had no idea who she was dealing with. "Mr. Storm?" Tesco's voice cut through my haze. I lifted my gaze, finally acknowledging the man sitting across from me. He offered a coy smile before continuing. "Mr. Storm, as I was saying, we believe the current valuation does not fully reflect the potential of our company, and we would like to revisit the—” He had been spewing the same nonsense for the past hour, trying to
Clairessa’s POVI stormed out of Gabriel’s office, muttering curses under my breath. That insufferable, arrogant, exasperating man. My legs trembled, my core still throbbing from the torment he had put me through. Every inch of me was hypersensitive, burning with the cruel, lingering ache of his touch—or lack thereof. Damn him. How dare he leave me like that? How dare he play these wicked games with me and then walk off as if nothing had happened? I should have known his calm demeanor, his so-called forgiveness, was nothing but a carefully laid trap. I should have known he was planning something. He never let anything slip through his fingers. And now, he had me exactly where he wanted—hungry, desperate, aching. Argh! I hated him. Yet, I wanted him. There was no denying it. It was an intoxicating, maddening feeling—one that consumed me entirely. Taking a deep breath, I reached for the elevator button, eager to escape before I lost the last shred of contro