Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89

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I leaned in closer, inhaling deeply. There it was again-that scent. Not Rex, thankfully, but definitely male.

“You smell like him,” I growled, backing her against the wall. “You reek of another man’s cologne. Did you let that piece of shit touch you?

Did you fucking enjoy it?”

Her pulse jumped-I could see it fluttering at her throat. “I had a business lunch with Allen yesterday during the recruitment drive. He’s a

Stone Industries partner.”

“Partner?” I laughed bitterly, placing my hands on either side of her head, caging her in. My wolf was howling now, demanding I reclaim what was mine. “Is that what you call it? Did you let him touch you, Elsa? Did you let him put his filthy hands where only I’m allowed?”

“Drake, this is inappropriate-” she began, but I cut her off, crushing my mouth against hers.

She resisted at first, hands pushing against my chest, but I pressed harder, using my body to pin her against the wall. Mine. Mine. MINE. The word pounded in my head with each heartbeat as I erased the memory of anyone else’s touch.

When I finally pulled back, her lips were swollen, her breathing erratic.

“The office,” she gasped, eyes darting to the door. “People will hear-”

“Let them,” I growled, lifting her easily and carrying her to my desk. I set her down on top of it, papers scattering to the floor. “Let them all know who you belong to. Let every fucking wolf in this building hear who makes you scream.”

Someone knocked at the partition wall outside, voices murmuring in concern. “Is Mr. Stone angry? I heard a crash…

“He’s just having one of his moments,” another voice whispered. “Best to leave him alone when he’s like this.”

Elsa’s face flushed with embarrassment. “Drake, please,” she whispered urgently. “Not here. Not now. We have meeting in thirty minutes.”

I studied her face-the fear, the reluctance, but also the unmistakable arousal her body couldn’t hide from my wolf senses. She can deny it all she wants, but her body knows who it belongs to. “Fine,” I conceded, pulling her off the desk.

I guided her to the far corner of my office where a small sitting area was partially concealed by a large potted plant. With one swift movement, I drew the curtains closed, shrouding us in dim light.

“Take off your clothes,” I commanded. “I don’t want to wrinkle them.”

Her eyes widened. “Here? Now? But the meeting-”

“Twenty-five minutes,” I corrected, already loosening my tie, my fingers trembling slightly with barely contained rage and desire. “Plenty

of time to remind you who you belong to.”

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Elsa hesitated, then slowly began unbuttoning her blouse. “I’m not yours,” she said quietly, but her trembling fingers betrayed her. “The contract ends next week.”

“We’ll see about that,” I murmured, watching as she carefully folded her blouse and placed it on the arm of the sofa. Her skirt followed, leaving her in just her lingerie-black lace that contrasted beautifully with her pale skin. Seven days. I have seven fucking days to make sure she never thinks of leaving again.

I pushed her gently down onto the leather sofa, covering her body with mine. Her resistance was weakening; I could smell her arousal mixing with her anger. That combination had always driven me wild, making my wolf howl with triumph.

“I hate you,” she whispered against my lips, even as her body arched toward mine.

“No, you don’t,” I replied, sliding my hand up her thigh. “Your body knows who it belongs to, even if your mind is being stubborn. You’re

mine, Elsa. Only mine.”

We moved together on the sofa, her soft gasps muffled against my shoulder as I claimed what was mine. This wasn’t making love-this was marking territory, erasing Allen Moonlight’s scent from her skin and replacing it with my own. With each thrust, I was rewriting her memory, ensuring that when she thought of pleasure, she would only remember me.

Just as we were both nearing the edge, a sharp knock came at the door.

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