Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 31

Chapter 31

“Look at that,” he growled, sliding a finger inside me. “Soaked.” He added a second finger, curling them in that way he knew drove me crazy. “This pussy belongs to me for two more months. Don’t forget it.”

My body trembled, caught between pleasure and self-loathing. This was what he did to me-reduced me to basic instincts, to the responding to his touch.

“I hate you,” I whispered, even as my hips moved against his hand.

“Hate me all you want,” Drake replied, his voice husky with desire. “Your body knows the truth.” He unbuckled his belt with his free hand, and I heard the zipper of his pants slide down. “Turn around.”

“A fucking psycho,” I spat.

His nostrils flared, and for a moment, I thought he might strike me. My wolf cowered, but I kept my chin high. Instead, he laughed, the

sound cold and dismissive.

“Pack your things if it makes you feel better,” he said, releasing my jaw and adjusting himself back into his pants. “But understand this- our contract has two months remaining. You will continue to fulfill your duties, both in the office and in my bed.”

“And if I refuse?”

Drake’s smile was predatory. “Then your mother’s treatment gets cut off immediately. And you’ll forfeit your quarterly bonus.”

My chest tightened. Even now, he still held all the power.

“Fine,” I said through gritted teeth. “Two months. Then I’m gone.”

“We’ll see,” Drake replied, his hand sliding up my thigh again. “Now, where were we?”

I knew what would happen next-he would take me against this wall, remind me that my body still betrayed me by responding to his

touch.

“My ankle is injured,” I said, stepping away from him.

Drake’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t push the issue, “I expect you at the office tomorrow, 8 AM sharp.”

“Of course,” I replied, my voice hollow. “Anything else, Mr. Stone?”

His eyes darkened at my formality. “Yes. Don’t be late.”

After he left, I sank onto the edge of the bed, my hands trembling. I pulled out my phone and dialed a familiar number.

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“Sophia? It’s me.” I took a deep breath. “I need a place to stay.”

An hour later, Sophia’s face filled my phone screen, her silver-gray hair catching the light from her café windows.

“You’re WHAT?” she exclaimed. “You’re actually leaving him?”

“Keep your voice down,” I urged, glancing toward the door. “Yes, I’m leaving. The contract ends in two months, and I’m not renewing.”

Sophia’s expression shifted from shock to fierce pride. “About fucking time, honey. I’ve been telling you for years to dump that controlling

asshole.”

“I know,” I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “But I need a place to crash until I can find somewhere permanent.”

Sophia didn’t hesitate. “I just bought that two-bedroom condo near the café. The second bedroom is all yours for as long as you need it.”

Relief washed over me. “Thank you, Soph. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“That’s what friends are for,” she replied. “When are you coming?”

“Tonight,” I said, eyeing my small suitcase. “I don’t have much to bring.”

Her expression softened. “Elsa… are you okay? Really?”

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