Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18

“That’s right,” he grunted, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Take it all. Every. Fucking. Drop.” Each word was punctuated with a deep thrust as he came inside me for the second time, his cock pulsing as he flooded my womb with his seed.

My body may surrender, but my heart is building walls you’ll never breach again, you bastard.

When we finally finished, I was shaking from cold, exhaustion, and the aftershocks of unwanted pleasure. My legs were so weak I had to lean against the wall for support, my abused pussy throbbing and tender. Drake reached around me to turn off the water, then wrapped a towel around himself, leaving me dripping and trembling.

“There’s a meeting tomorrow,” he said casually, as if he hadn’t just fucked me into oblivion.

I nodded mutely, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around my body, trying to stop the shaking. My muscles ached, my fever still burning despite the cold shower, and between my legs throbbed with the raw evidence of his possession.

“And Elsa,” he added, his voice hardening. “You need to do a better job training Vera.”

I froze, the towel clutched to my chest. “Training her?”

What the actual fuck? He wants me to train the woman he’s parading around as his future mate?

“She needs to understand the international clients’ protocols better. The reports she’s been submitting are substandard. You know the

Stone standards better than anyone.”

A bitter laugh escaped me before I could stop it. “Oh, the ones I perfected over ten years while she was still in high school? Sure, sir.

Happy to help.”

Like hell I’m teaching her anything. Let her fail on her own merits.

The shift in Drake’s demeanor was instantaneous. His hand shot out, fingers gripping my jaw with bruising force, tilting my face up to his.

“I’ve told you before,” he snarled, his eyes flashing gold with anger. “She’s different, She’s not like you or the others.”

A thousand questions burned in my throat. Different how? Better? More valuable? More worthy of respect?

“Yes, sir,” I replied, my voice carefully neutral despite the fire burning in my chest. “I’ll teach Vera whatever she needs to know.”

He released my jaw, and I resisted the urge to rub away the sting of his fingers. The imprint of his grip would join the collection of bruises already decorating my body.

“Good.” His voice was cold again, all business. “Oh, and the commission for the island project? That’s going to Vera.”

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Chapter 18

My head snapped up, fury replacing the resignation that had settled in my bones. “What? That’s my project. I spent two months in that

fucking island making it work!”

“And who assigned you there?” Drake’s voice was dangerously soft. “Who owns Stone Industries? Who is the Alpha of Black Obsidian

pack?”

Each question was like a slap. I bit the inside of my cheek until I tasted blood, the metallic flavor grounding me as rage threatened to

overwhelm my reason.

“You are,” I whispered, acid burning my throat with the admission.

“Exactly. And if I want to give the commission to Vera, I will. You’re still getting your salary.”

‘I need that bonus,” I said, desperation making me reckless. “My mother’s next round of treatment-”

You heartless son of a bitch. The woman who raised me alone, who’s suffering because she took silver poisoning protecting ME when I

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