Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 90

Chapter 90

Elsa

Fuck, not like this. Not with people right outside.

“Drake,” I whispered urgently, trying to push against his chest. “Someone’s outside.”

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He didn’t even pause. Instead, his hands gripped my thighs tighter, lifting me higher against the leather sofa. “Let them hear,” he growled,

pushing deeper inside me with a force that made my back arch involuntarily.

I gasped as he stretched me to my limit, the sensation of his thick length overwhelming my resistance. My inner walls clenching around

him even as my mind screamed in protest. A wave of slick heat gushed between us.

“Please,” I begged, my voice barely audible. “Not like this. Too deep. There’s someone-” My words dissolved into a choked moan as he changed angles, the swollen head of his cock hitting that spot deep inside that made stars explode behind my eyelids.

I hate him. I hate this. I hate that it feels so fucking good.

“Let them know who you belong to,” Drake said, his pace increasing. His eyes had that predatory golden glow that appeared whenever his wolf was close to the surface. One hand snaked up to wrap around my throat, applying just enough pressure to make my pulse jump

wildly.

My body betrayed me with each brutal thrust, responding to his dominance even as my mind rebelled. I bit my lip to keep from crying out, tasting blood as I tried to maintain some small shred of dignity.

His free hand moved between us, thumb circling my swollen clit with merciless precision. The dual stimulation made my thighs quiver uncontrollably, my hips bucking up to meet his thrusts despite my mental resistance.

“Look at you,” he growled, his breath hot against my ear. “Fighting it even as your sweet cunt begs for more.” He punctuated his words with a particularly deep thrust that made me see stars, my inner walls clamping down on him as if desperate to keep him inside.

One more fucking week. One week and I’ll never have to spread my legs for this bastard again.

The phone on his desk rang, shrill and demanding. Drake’s lips curled into a cruel smile, his cock still pulsing inside me, stretching me in ways that sent unwanted pleasure spiraling through my core,

“Answer it,” he commanded, never breaking his rhythm. If anything, his thrusts became deeper, more deliberate, each one ending with a grinding motion that pressed against my most sensitive spots.

My eyes widened in horror. “What? I can’t-”

“Answer. The. Phone.” Each word was punctuated with a thrust that made my vision blur, sending waves of unwanted pleasure rippling through me. His hand moved from my throat to my hair, yanking my head back to expose my neck.

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This sadistic asshole is getting off on my humiliation. And my stupid omega body loves it.

He reached over and hit the speaker button, his other hand still gripping my hip with bruising force.

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“Mr. Stone’s office,” I managed to say, fighting to keep my voice steady while he continued to move inside me. I could feel every ridge and vein of his cock as he deliberately slowed his pace, dragging the sensation out until I was trembling with the effort not to moan.

“Elsa?” Kayla’s concerned voice filled the room. “We’re all waiting in the conference room. It’s been fifteen minutes past the scheduled

time.”

Drake’s eyes locked with mine as he continued to move inside me, daring me to give us away. His thumb returned to my clit, circling it with agonizing slowness.

The humiliation burned through me, settling like acid in my stomach, but some dark, primal part of me responded to his dominance. A fresh rush of slick heat coated his length, the obscene wet sounds thankfully too quiet for the phone to pick up.

“I’m-” I gasped as he hit a particularly sensitive spot, sending electric shocks of pleasure up my spine. He chose that exact moment to drive into me harder, forcing me to bite back a moan that threatened to escape. “I’m sorry, Kayla. We’re just… finishing up some important… matters.”

Drake’s mouth curved into a satisfied smirk. His free hand moved to my breast, roughly kneading the sensitive flesh before pinching my nipple through the thin fabric of my blouse. The sharp sensation shot straight to my core, forcing a shudder through my body.

“Should we reschedule?” Kayla asked.

Drake leaned forward, his lips brushing my ear. “Tell her half an hour.” His tongue traced the shell of my ear before he bit down on the lobe, hard enough to make me whimper. At the same time, he drove into me with renewed vigor, his pelvis grinding against my clit with

each thrust.

I hate you. I hate you so fucking much right now.