Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50

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I couldn’t respond to Sophia even if I wanted to. Drake’s fingers had found their way beneath the waistband of my skirt, sliding past the edge of my panties to find me wet and swollen. My body betrayed me, responding to his touch with a shameful eagerness as his middle finger slipped inside me while his thumb circled my clit. The pleasure was so intense I had to bite his palm to keep from moaning.

When Sophia finally left, disappointed and worried, I felt a stab of guilt through my alcohol-induced haze. I’m the worst friend ever.

The moment we were alone again, I pushed away from him, fumbling with the lock and bursting out of the stall. I headed straight for the sink, turning the cold water on full blast and splashing it over my heated face. The shock of it helped clear my head a little, bringing me back to

reality.

I didn’t look at Drake as I adjusted my clothing, tucking my blouse back into my skirt with trembling fingers.

Without a word, I walked out, leaving him alone in the women’s restroom. My dignity might have been in tatters, but I could at least deny him the satisfaction of seeing me completely broken.

“Did you push me earlier?” Jason’s voice came from my left as I made my way through the dimly lit corridor toward the exit.

I turned to see him facing Drake, who had somehow materialized from the bathroom without my noticing. The tension between the two men was palpable, crackling in the air like static electricity.

“You’re mistaken,” Drake replied, his voice devoid of emotion. “I never touched you.”

Jason raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing him but smart enough not to push the issue. “If you say so, Stone.” He stepped aside, giving

Drake a wide berth as he passed.

I watched the exchange with a mixture of confusion and unease. Had Drake shoved Jason? Why would he do that unless…unless he’d seen us talking, seen me considering Jason’s job offer. The realization sent a shiver down my spine.

Outside, the autumn air hit my flushed skin like a much-needed slap of reality. Rows of luxury cars lined the curb, the Black Obsidian pack symbol gleaming discreetly on their rear bumpers.

‘Elsa!” Sophia called, wobbling slightly in her heels. “There you are. I was worried when I couldn’t find you.”

I steadied her with an arm around her waist, guilt washing over me anew.’m sorry, I wasn’t feeling well. I was letting your tormentor’s Alpha finger me to the edge of orgasm in a bathroom stall. Just another stellar cision in the dumpster fire that is my life.

She looked me over, her expression shifting to concern. You look flushed And your hair’s a mess. God, I’m so sorry for dragging you into this. Next time, I’m treating you to whatever you want-even Pinnacle Restaura

A sleek black Bentley pulled up to the curb in front of us, its headlights mentarily blinding. The rear door opened, and I tensed, expecting Drake to emerge. Instead, Vera’s perfectly made-up face appeared, her smile sweet as poison.

Fucking perfect. The girlfriend arrives to witness my walk of shame, with boyfriend s fingerprints still all over me. Could this night get any

worse?

J

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“Get in, ladies,” she called, her voice dripping with false warmth. I’ll drive you both home. Elsa, you look absolutely terrible-you shouldn’t be hanging around places like this in your condition.”

My condition? What condition? Looking like I’ve been fucked senseless in a bathroom by your boyfriend? I bit my tongue, the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth.

Sophia rolled her eyes dramatically before climbing into the car. “Thanks for the lift, princess. Never thought I’d be riding in a Bentley tonight.”

I hesitated, every instinct screaming at me to decline. But my head was spinning, my body still thrumming with unsatisfied desire, and the thought of finding another ride home seemed too daunting.

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