Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 69

Chapter 69

“Are you spying on me?” The realization made my temper flare. “What I do is none of your business, Drake.”

He laughed, a sound devoid of humor. “Everything about you is my business, Elsa. Or have you forgotten your position?”

“My position?” I spat the words. “As your secret fucktoy? “Years of being his dirty little secret, and he still thinks he owns me.

His expression darkened. In one fluid motion, he pressed me against the wall, one hand coming to rest at my waist. His fingers found the small dip at the base of my spine and began tracing slow circles there-a spot he knew drove me crazy.

“You seem to have forgotten who you belong to,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “Maybe you need a reminder.”

My body betrayed me instantly, a shiver running down my spine despite my rage. I hated how easily he could affect me-how my traitorous body responded to his touch even as my mind screamed in protest.

“I don’t belong to anyone,” I hissed, pressing my palms against his chest to push him away. The solid wall of muscle barely budged. “Especially not to you.”

His lips curved into that arrogant smile I both hated and craved. “Your body says differently.”

Before I could retort, he gripped my waist and lifted me effortlessly, carrying me to the large window that overlooked the mansion’s gardens. My heart hammered so hard I could hear my pulse in my ears, a mixture of adrenaline and that damnable heat that always pooled in my belly when he touched me.

“Let me go!” I struggled against his hold, but he only tightened his grip, his fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to leave marks.

“You think Jason is any better?” Drake’s voice was low and dangerous. “Let me show you what your ‘friend’ is really like.”

He positioned me in front of the window, his chest pressed against my back, one arm locked around my waist to keep me in place. With his free hand, he pointed toward a secluded area of the garden, partially hidden by ornamental hedges.

“Look,” he commanded.

At first, I saw nothing but shadows and moonlight on foliage. Then I caught a flash of movement. Two figures were pressed intimately against each other in the darkness. As my eyes adjusted, I recognized Jason’s distinctive silver suit. He had a woman pinned against the garden wall, his hand disappearing beneath her dress as she writhed against him.

My stomach dropped like I’d swallowed a stone. That motherfucking liar.

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“That’s Erin Walsh,” Drake whispered against my ear. “Remember her? Jason’s business partner’s wife. He’s been fucking her for

months.”

I felt sick. Not because I had romantic feelings for Jason-I didn’t-but because I’d thought he was different. That he actually respected women, respected me. But he was just like all the others. Another fucking wolf wearing a different skin but the same underneath-all dick and no conscience.

“All of you are the same,” I muttered, anger burning in my chest, bitter disappointment coating my tongue. “A pack of hypocritical, possessive assholes.”

Drake spun me around to face him, his eyes glinting with triumph. “At least I’m honest about what I want.”

He backed me toward the lounge’s plush sofa, his movements predatory. I could feel his arousal pressing against me, his scent becoming thicker with desire. My body responded involuntarily, a familiar heat building low in my belly.

“Stop it,” I warned, but my voice lacked conviction.

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