Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 221

Alpha’s Private Plaything

Chapter 221

“You smell like him. Like Moonlight.”

Before

po

respond, his mouth was on mine, punishing and

ushed against his chest, trying to break free, but he

deepening the kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth,

my lower belly, my

buch.

1. e. Against my will, heat pe

ous body responding to his

e, stop! Your stitches-” I

ps swollen and tingling.

he finally let me breathe,

e ignored me, standing

e bathroom. Pain fla

placed it. His finge

otion and dragging me toward

face, but determination quickly

rm, leaving marks I knew would

1

uise.

What are y

ual harassment!” I struggled against

e small bathroom and locked the door

k sounding like a prison gate closing.

angerous. “Don’t pretend this isn’t what

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His hands were everywhere, demanding and familiar. One slid up my

thigh, pushing my hospital gown higher, while the other tangled in

my hair, tilting my head back to expose my throat.

A knock at the door made me freeze, my heart stopping for a beat.

“Mr. Stone? Is everything alright in there?” Taylor’s voice called

through the door.

Drake’s grip on my hips tightened, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Everything’s fine, Taylor. Elsa is taking good care of me.”

I stared at him in disbelief, my cheeks burning with mortification.

“You’re insane. You just had surgery-

“Don’t move,” he ordered, one hand firmly in my hair as he guided me

downward. “If I move, my stitches might tear again. Then I’d need

more surgery, and who knows what Allen might learn about us while

I’m under anesthesia?” His smile was cruel. “Taylor is very loyal, but

even he might slip and mention our… arrangement to the wrong

person.”

“Drake, you’re a fucking bastard,” I whispered, tears of frustration and

humiliation burning my eyes as I knelt before him.

“Maybe,” he agreed, his hand still tangled in my hair as he exposed

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himself. “But I’m your bastard, and you’re mine. Now be a good girl

and don’t make me wait.”

I closed my eyes, surrendering to the inevitable. Hatred and

unwanted arousal warred within me as I took him in my mouth, my

cheeks burning with shame. His grip on my hair tightened, guiding

my movements.

“Look at me,” he commanded, and I obeyed. His eyes locked with

mine, pupils dilated with lust. “Say you’re mine.”

I couldn’t speak, but my glare said everything. Go to hell.

He smiled, knowing he had me trapped. His breathing grew more

ragged as I continued, one hand braced against his thigh to steady

myself. I hated him.

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