Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 277

Chapter 277

He ignored me, carrying me straight to the bedroom and depositing me roughly onto the mattress. The predatory look in his eyes made my pulse quicken with a mixture of fear and something else I refused to acknowledge. My body sank into the mattress as he loomed over me, his shadow swallowing me whole.

“Drake, please,” I said quickly as he moved closer, my hands raised defensively. “Not tonight.”

His hands were already at the hem of my dress, fingers skimming along my thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake. My muscles tensed involuntarily. “Don’t,” I said more firmly, placing my hand over his, nails digging slightly into his skin. “Please don’t tear it. I like this dress.”

He paused, his jaw tight with restraint, a muscle ticking visibly at the corner. Then he moved his hands to the zipper at the back, clearly intent on removing the dress one way or another.

“I’m on my period,” I blurted out, desperate for any excuse, my cheeks flaming with the humiliation of having to use such a defense.

Drake went still, his eyes narrowing dangerously. “Don’t lie to me, Elsa.” His voice dropped an octave, rumbling from deep in his chest.

“I’m not lying,” I insisted, my face contorting in a mixture of anger and embarrassment. Sweat beaded at my hairline

despite the cool air of the mountain resort suite. “Check if you don’t believe me.”

His lips curled into a cold smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Oh, I will.”

He gripped my thighs, pushing them apart with an authority that made me feel sick with shame and anger. I bit my lip so

hard I tasted blood, fighting the urge to scream or cry or both.

“If you’re lying to me,” he said, his voice dropping to that terrifying Alpha tone that made my Omega instincts quiver. !! reconsider my generosity regarding your mother’s treatment.”

Ice flooded my veins. My hands clenched into fists at my sides, nails cutting half–moons into my palms. “You wouldn’t. You

fucking wouldn’t.”

Try me. His fingers hooked into the waistband of my underwear. “Take them off,” he commanded. “Now.”

With trembling hands, I complied, tears of humiliation burning behind my eyes. I looked away as he checked, unable to bear the degradation of the moment. My teeth ground together so hard my law ached, and I fixed my gaze on an ornate pattern in the resort room’s ceiling, pretending I was anywhere else.

After a pause that felt like an eternity, he sat back. So you weren’t lying,” he said, sounding alust disappointed.

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“There are other ways you can please me,” he said, his hand moving to his belt buckle. “On your knees, Elsa.”

I closed my eyes briefly, swallowing the bitter taste of rebellion. My mother needs his money. Her treatments, her

medications… I reminded myself as I slowly slid off the bed and onto my knees.

His fingers tangled in my hair as I used my hands on him, his breathing growing heavier with each stroke. I kept my eyes

fixed on the floor, trying to detach myself from what was happening, from the man who treated me like property one

moment and desired me the next. Bile rose in my throat, but I forced it down, mechanical in my movements.

When it was over, he tucked himself back into his pants and straightened his clothes as if nothing had happened. I remained on the floor, feeling hollow and used, wiping my hands on my discarded dress with barely concealed disgust.

“You should know your place by now,” he said coldly, adjusting his cuffs. “Ten years should have taught you that much.”

Then he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him, leaving me alone with my shame and fury in the elegant prison of my resort suite. I collapsed onto the floor, my body shaking with rage and humiliation. “Fuck you,” I whispered to the empty room, voice cracking. “Fuck you, Drake Stone.”

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