Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 49

Chapter 49

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I stared down at the tiled floor, heat climbing up my neck. Great tits, tiny waist. That’s what ten years of loyalty, overtime, and sacrifice gets

reduced to. My fuckable body parts.

I’d spent ten years being the perfect assistant, handling million-dollar deals and smoothing over international incidents, only to be reduced to my physical attributes by gossiping wolves who knew nothing about me.

The worst part? They were right. I’d been stupid to think my competence mattered more than my status or appearance.

Drake’s fingers brushed against mine in the darkness, and I jerked away, unwilling to accept comfort from the man who had reinforced this

exact dynamic for a decade.

When the voices and footsteps finally faded, I remained frozen, unable to look at Drake, afraid that if I did, he’d see the shameful tears threatening to spill over.

“What did they say that made you nod?” Drake’s voice broke the silence, his breath warm against my ear in the confined space.

I blinked, confused. “What?”

His thumb came up to tilt my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Jason. What did he say to make you nod?”

Realization dawned. Drake had seen me with Jason in the hallway, had witnessed my tentative acceptance of his job offer. The possessiveness in his tone made my wolf instincts flare up defensively.

Of course that’s what he cares about. Not that I was almost forced to drink myself to death, not that his girlfriend’s sitting in his VIP section, but that I might escape his control.

‘I didn’t hear clearly,” I lied, trying to step back but finding myself trapped between his body and the wall. Goddamn tiny stall. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide from his fucking erection pressing against my stomach.

His eyes darkened. “You didn’t hear clearly, but you still nodded in agreement?”

The air between us grew charged with tension. His scent-sandalwood and rain-filled the small space, making my head spin more than the alcohol had. My body responded instinctively, my nipples hardening beneath my blouse, a rush of heat spreading between my thighs.

“They were talking about your body,’ he said suddenly, leaning closer. “Those women. Commenting on your figure like they have the right.” His fingers trailed down my arm, raising goosebumps in their wake. “No one gets to do that. No one but me.”

Jesus Christ. The fucking hypocrisy. I should have pushed him away. Shou have reminded him of Vera, of how he’d humiliated me, of all the reasons I had to hate him. Instead, I stood frozen as he leaned in, his lips brushing my ear.

“Your body,” he murmured, his hand sliding to my waist, “belongs to me. ur pussy, your tits, every inch of you. Your contract isn’t over yet,

Elsa.”

Contract. Always the fucking contract. His proximity was doing dangerous things to my resolve. The heat of his body, the familiar scent of him, the way his hands knew exactly how to touch me-it was overwhelming.

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Chapter 49

“Mr.Stone, I managed to choke out, a weak protest. “You need to stop. Ver-

“Has nothing to do with this,” he growled, his hand slipping under my blouse to cup my breast, thumb circling my nipple through the thin

fabric of my bra. “With us.”

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There is no us, you selfish bastard, my mind screamed, even as my hips involuntarily pressed forward against his erection.

Outside the stall, the bathroom door opened again. “Elsa? Are you in here Sophia’s voice echoed against the tile walls.

Oh fuck, no. Not now. Drake’s movements didn’t stop. If anything, the risk of discovery seemed to fuel him. His fingers found the clasp of my

bra while his other hand covered my mouth, silencing any response I might have made.

My heart hammered against my ribs as Sophia called my name again. I was pressed against Drake’s chest, his heartbeat steady and strong against my back, his hand warm over my mouth, his cock hard against my ass. The forbidden thrill of our position, combined with the residual

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