Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 108

Chapter 108

Elsa

He continued tearing my skirt, his hand roughly squeezing my

exposed thigh, fingers digging into soft flesh. “You said you weren’t

afraid. What are you afraid of now, Elsa?” His voice was dark velvet,

wrapping around me.

His mouth crashed down on mine, stealing my breath and my

resistance in one motion. I tried to push him away, my hands against

his solid chest. My lips parted under the pressure of his, a moan

escaping before I could stop it.

I refused to be just another possession, just another item in his

territory to be marked and claimed. But as his hands slid beneath

what remained of my skirt, fingers stroking against the damp fabric between my legs, I felt my resistance crumbling. My anger

transformed into a different kind of heat altogether, pooling low in

my belly and making my thighs tremble.

“Fuck you,” I gasped against his mouth, even as my hips arched to

meet his touch.

His laugh was dark and knowing. “That’s exactly what’s going to

happen.”

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My breath caught in my throat as Drake pinned me to the mattress,

his golden eyes burning with possessiveness. The hotel room spun around me, his weight pressing me down into the softness of the bed.

His hardening cock pressed against my thigh through our clothes, sending an unwelcome jolt of arousal through my core. Something

crinkled beneath us, and I turned my head to see several items of

clothing scattered across the sheets.

“Wait,” I said, my voice surprisingly steady despite the hammering of

my heart. “Susan’s clothes are still here.”

Drake’s eyes flicked to the garments with disdain. With one careless sweep of his arm, he brushed them onto the floor. “Filthy,” he

muttered.

I couldn’t help wondering if he meant the clothes were dirty because they’d been touched by the would–be kidnapper at the mall–or if he was implying that I was somehow “filthy” too. The thought sent an unwelcome chill through me, even as my nipples hardened

traitorously beneath my blouse.

His attention returned to me, those predatory eyes narrowing as he noticed my momentary distraction. Without warning, he grabbed the collar of my already torn dress and ripped it further, exposing my lace bra and the swell of my breasts to the cool air of the hotel room.

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“What are you doing?” I protested, trying to cover myself. “I only

brought this one outfit with me.”

His response was to capture my lips in a bruising kiss that stole the breath from my lungs. His tongue invaded my mouth, demanding

submission, and my treacherous body responded despite my mind’s

rebellion. My pussy grew embarrassingly wet, preparing for what was

to come even as my brain screamed to resist.

When he finally pulled back, I gasped for air, my head spinning from oxygen deprivation. His lips moved to my ear, his hot breath sending

involuntary shivers down my spine.

“You were made for me,” he whispered, his voice a low growl that

reverberated through my body. “Only for me.”

My body responded to his words with embarrassing eagerness, wetness pooling between my thighs. His hands roamed over my exposed skin, one sliding beneath my bra to pinch my nipple roughly. Despite my determination to resist, I found myself going limp beneath him, my blouse now completely open, the buttons scattered

across the bed.

Drake’s lips curled into a smug smile as he felt my surrender. “What’s this? You’re more responsive here than at home? Hmm?” His tone was mocking, victorious as he ground his erection against my center.

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I turned my face away, hating the blush that crept up my cheeks. “Mr.

Stone,” I managed to say, my voice deliberately formal, “after

everything that happened today, aren’t you tired?”

He chuckled, the sound dark and rich. “You packed underwear for me,

didn’t you? You knew I’d need them.” His fingers traced patterns on my bare stomach before dipping lower, brushing against the waistband of my panties. “You know my habits so well.”

In one smooth motion, he flipped our positions, pulling me on top so

I straddled him. The sudden shift made me dizzy, and I placed my hands on his chest to steady myself, feeling the hard muscle beneath

his torn shirt.

“My assistant had quite a shock today,” he said, his hands gripping my hips firmly. “As your boss, I should help you… relieve that stress.”

“My ankle got hurt when I was running,” I reminded him, trying to maintain some semblance of control over the situation.

.He ignored my comment, his thumbs making circles on my hip bones, sending waves of unwanted pleasure through me. One hand slid up to cup my breast, squeezing it possessively.