Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 24

Chapter 24

“Your father was worried,” I said, maintaining a safe distance. “They all were.”

“Were they?” Drake’s voice was dangerously soft. “Or were they more concerned about you, their precious Elsa?”

Before I could respond, his hand shot out, grabbing my wrist and yanking me toward him. I collided with his chest, the impact knocking the breath from my lungs. His scent enveloped me, making my head swim with desire despite the fury burning in my chest.

“Drake-

“Get in the car,” he growled, already pulling open the back door and shoving me inside.

I scrambled backward across the leather seat, heart hammering. “No, Drake, we shouldn’t—”

“Have you forgotten what you are?” His voice was low, threatening, as he climbed in after me, slamming the door shut. His eyes glowed gold in the darkness, his Alpha presence filling the confined space like a physical weight pressing down on me. “As my mate, you dare

refuse me?”

“I’m not your mate,” I spat back, trying to maintain some dignity even as my thighs clenched involuntarily.

“Shut up,” he growled, his hands already tearing at my dress. “I need you, goddammit. I need you now.”

His mouth crashed down on mine, hungry and demanding. I tried to resist, to push him away, but my traitorous body responded instantly, heat pooling between my thighs, my back arching to press myself closer to him.

I hate him, I thought desperately as his hands roamed my body, as my hips bucked against his touch. I hate him, I hate him, I hate him. I

hate myself even more.

But my inner wolf howled in delight at our Alpha’s touch, submitting completely to his dominance. She didn’t care about dignity or self- respect-she only wanted to be claimed, to be filled, to be owned.

Drake pulled back, his breathing ragged, a cruel smile twisting his lips. “You don’t like this?” he taunted, his hand moving between my legs, finding the evidence of my arousal. “Yet you’re so wet for me. Always so ready. Such a good little slut.”

I turned my face away, humiliated by my body’s betrayal, tears of shame and rage burning behind my eyes. I’m not a slut. I’m not. It’s just

biology.

“Everyone loves you now,” he continued, his voice mocking as he thrust into me with punishing force. Each movement sent waves of unwanted pleasure through my body. “My family… they all adore perfect little Elsa. You’ve got them all wrapped around your finger, don’t

you?”

I bit my lip until I tasted blood, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing me cry out. My nails dug into the leather seats, anchoring me as he used my body for his pleasure.

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“They didn’t all like me, I managed to say between gasps, hatred and desire warring inside me. “You don’t like me, Mr. Stone.”

Something flashed in his eyes-pain? Anger? It was gone too quickly to identify.

“You prefer Vera, I continued, unable to stop the words, each one dripping with venom. “She’s the perfect mate for you. Pure. Proper.

Everything I’m not.*

Drake’s rhythm faltered, his grip on my hips tightening painfully. “Is that what you think this is about? Vera?”

“Isn’t it?” I challenged, staring directly into his eyes, refusing to look away even as he claimed my body.

His laugh was cold, empty. “You’re nothing but a release, Elsa.” His words cut deeper than any knife could, gutting me where I lay beneath him. “What’s the difference between you and a whore? ”

Something broke inside me at his words. Not because they were new-I’d always known what I was to him-but because hearing it spoken aloud destroyed the last shred of hope I’d foolishly harbored. The tiny, stupid part of me that still believed he might care.

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