Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 124

Chapter 124

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When it was over, I leaned against the cold wall, feeling empty and

disgusted with myself. Drake helped straighten my clothes, his

movements unexpectedly gentle, but the satisfaction and possession

in his eyes made me sick.

“Put on the dress,” he commanded, placing a light kiss on my lips, his

fingertips inadvertently sliding across my collarbone, triggering an

unwilling shiver. “I’ll wait for you outside.”

After he left, I stared at my reflection–swollen lips, dazed eyes,

visible marks on my neck. I clenched my fist, a tear sliding down my

cheek.

This is absolutely the last time, I swore to myself, rage building inside

me like a storm. I will never let him treat me like this again. Never. I

don’t care what it costs me.

Back in my seat, I violently yanked the eye mask over my face and

jammed the earplugs in, feigning sleep to avoid conversation. My

neck throbbed where Drake had left his mark–another way of

branding me as his property. I tugged the dress’s collar higher with

trembling fingers, mentally calculating how many hours remained

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until I could escape him.

The Bay Resort gleamed elegantly in the sunlight. Drake’s hand

settled possessively at my waist, his touch making me stiffen. The

staff member’s nostrils flared slightly–he could smell Drake on me,

in me. Heat rushed to my cheeks with humiliation.

Once the suite door closed behind us, I immediately wrenched myself

away from Drake’s touch, putting as much distance between us as

possible. I mechanically unpacked Drake’s clothes, my movements

stiff and resentful.

“Bring me my robe,” Drake called from across the suite. “I’m taking a

shower.”

I slammed the suitcase shut harder than necessary. “Yes, your

majesty,” I muttered, retrieving his black silk robe.

“Your robe, sir,” I said formally, my voice dripping with barely concealed sarcasm, attempting to place it on the hook and retreat.

His hand shot out, fingers circling my wrist in a grip that made me

wince. “Join me.”

“Drake, we don’t have time. The dinner-” I tried to pull away, but his

grip tightened.

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He pulled me into the bathroom with such force that I stumbled, my sundress immediately dampening from the steam. “The dinner isn’t

for to hours.”

His eyes raked over my body, lingering on where the damp fabric

clung to my curves. “Were you trying to seduce me with this dress on

the plane? Because it worked.”

“You picked this dress, you controlling prick,” I snapped, attempting

to back toward the door, my hands pushing against his chest. His

muscles tensed beneath my palms, his skin burning hot. “And we need

to prepare for tonight.”

Drake blocked my escape, his naked body glistening with water

droplets. “We have plenty of time for both.”

Before I could protest further, he was pulling me under the shower

spray, the white dress turning transparent. I gasped and struggled,

but it was like fighting against a brick wall. His mouth found mine, hands tearing at the wet fabric until it fell in a sodden heap at my

feet.

“Goddammit, Drake! That was the only clean dress I had left,” I snarled, but my words dissolved into a moan as his hands found their target. His fingers skillfully traced every sensitive spot on my body, making me tremble uncontrollably.

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Water cascaded over us as he pressed me against the cool tile wall, his

mouth hot on my skin. I wanted to resist, to push him away, but my

traitorous body responded to his touch like it always did. My fists

pounded weakly against his chest, then slowly uncurled to cling to

him instead.

“Tonight,” he murmured against my throat, “you’ll wear the blue

dress. The one that matches your eyes.”

I gasped as his fingers dug into my thighs, lifting me. His fingers

moved with expertise, pressing against the most sensitive spot inside

me, making me arch my back involuntarily. “We need to get ready,” I

protested weakly, my head falling back against the tile. “The formal

event-”

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it’s like no one knows how to tell time… 3 days is