Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138

Drake’s laugh was cold. “You’ve been quite busy with your own

schemes lately,” he said, his free hand sliding up my thigh, bunching

the fabric of my dress. His fingers left trails of heat on my skin that

made me hate my body’s response. “I wonder what other secrets

you’re keeping.”

“Stop,” I demanded, though my body was already betraying me,

responding to his touch despite my anger. My breath came in short,

ragged gasps. “Someone could hear us, damn it.

“That expensive dress has delicate beadwork on the back,” Drake

warned, his voice clinical. “Worth at least a hundred thousand. I’d

hate to see it damaged.”

My retort died in my throat as footsteps approached outside. My

heart hammered against my ribcage like it wanted to break free,

partly from fear, partly from the sick thrill of possibly being caught.

Drake’s hand covered my mouth, his eyes warning me to stay silent.

“If we’re discovered,” he whispered against my ear, his breath sending unwelcome shivers down my spine, “I can’t guarantee others won’t

want a piece of you too.”

The threat chilled me to the bone, and I remained perfectly still until

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Chapter 138

the footsteps receded, my eyes wide with a mixture of fear and hate.

Drake’s hand moved from my mouth to my throat, then lower, his

touch possessive and demanding. Despite my hatred for him in that

moment, my body responded, a shameful heat building inside me that

made me want to scream in frustration.

Our coupling was rough and hurried, a clash of anger and desire in

that cramped, dusty room. I bit my lip to keep from making sounds

that might attract attention, tasting blood as Drake moved against

1. me. When it was over, I felt hollow, used, disgusted with myself for

responding to him.

I cleaned myself with a wet wipe from my purse, straightening my

dress with trembling hands, avoiding my reflection in a small mirror

on the wall. Drake watched me with detached interest, already

tucking his shirt back in, looking completely unaffected.

‘Ms. Hale is becoming quite uninhibited,” he remarked coldly. “You

should know the rules at these events, When you attend as my

companion, certain behaviors are expected.”

I stared at him, trying to decipher his meaning, my stomach twisting

into knots. Was he planning to use me as a bargaining chip again?

The thought made me sick enough that I had to swallow back bile.

Drake adjusted his tie and unlocked the door. “I’ll return to the party,”

he said dismissively. “Join me when you’re presentable.”

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