Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 81

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He pinned me beneath him, his golden eyes flashing with anger. “You don’t get to decide when this ends. I do.”

“One fucking week,’ I spat back, my chest heaving. “One more goddamn week and I’m free of you. You can’t touch me after that!”

His hand closed around my throat, not squeezing but asserting dominance. “I could sue you for breach of contract right now if I wanted

1. Fraud too.”

My blood ran cold. “What are you talking about?”

“The lemon extract in my coffee five years ago. You knew I was allergic and put it in anyway. I have the medical records to prove it.”

The memory flashed through my mind-Drake collapsing at the Twin Moon Gathering, his throat swelling, me frantically calling for help. I had accidentally used a lemon-based sweetener, not knowing about his allergy then. But by the time I learned the truth, everyone had

already blamed me.

“That’s bullshit and you know it,” I hissed. “It was an accident!”

“Not according to the pack doctor’s report. His smile was predatory. “I’ve kept it all these years, just in case I needed leverage.”

My mind raced through the implications. A fraud case would ruin me financially. My mother’s treatments would stop immediately. The thought of her suffering because of my defiance made my resistance crumble.

Drake sensed my surrender and his grip on my throat relaxed slightly. His free hand moved to the buttons of my blouse, slowly undoing

them one by one.

“Wait,” I gasped. “This is a new blouse. I can’t afford to replace it if you tear it.”

He paused, looking amused at my practical concern in such a moment. “Always thinking ahead, aren’t you, Elsa?” His fingers continued their work, more carefully now. “Don’t worry, I won’t damage your precious clothes. Unless you make me angry.”

The threat hung in the air between us. As my blouse fell open, Drake’s eyes darkened with desire, but I turned my face away, refusing to engage. If he wanted my body, fine. But he wouldn’t get my enthusiasm or participation.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his Alpha voice making it almost impossible to resist.

I forced myself to meet his gaze, keeping my expression blank. My mother’s face flashed in my mind-pale, with silver veins spreading beneath her skin from the silver toxicity. I needed the health insurance from Stone Industries to continue her treatments.

“Fine,” I whispered, defeat bitter on my tongue. “Just get it over with.”

Something like disappointment flashed in Drake’s eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination. He lifted me again, this time

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carrying me toward the bathroom.

What followed was hours of Drake asserting his dominance over every inch of my body. In the bathroom, he forced me to watch in the mirror as his mouth traveled down my body, his tongue leaving a burning trail across my skin. I bit my lip until I tasted blood, refusing to

give him the satisfaction of hearing my pleasure.

“Let me hear you,” he growled against my inner thigh, his hot breath making me shiver despite my determination to stay detached.

“Fuck you,” I whispered, gripping the counter to steady myself.

His response was to bury his face between my legs, his tongue finding that sensitive bundle of nerves with practiced precision. My body betrayed me instantly, my back arching as pleasure shot through me like lightning.

“God damn it, I gasped, hating how well he knew my body, how easily he could make me respond. My knees weakened as his tongue continued its relentless assault, my resistance crumbling with each flick and swirl.

My passive resistance only seemed to fuel his determination, driving him to take me in every room of his penthouse-against the bathroom counter, on the kitchen island.

When he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking, the city, panic finally broke through my detached facade.

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