Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 224

Chapter 224

Elsa

A month of recovery in that sterile hospital room felt like an eternity.

Drake’s wound had healed faster than mine–typical Alpha biology-

but the doctors insisted on keeping us both under observation.

Whatever. All I knew was that I had a business to run and projects

piling up like a fucking mountain on my desk.

The moment we were cleared to leave, I practically ran to the car. I

needed to get to the hotel, check my emails, and salvage whatever

was left of the Phoenix Village project after the disaster with Samu…

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Drake slid into the backseat beside me, his presence filling the

confined space with his dominant scent–pine and leather with that undertone of pure Alpha that made my wolf whimper despite my brain’s protests. I pressed myself against the door, glaring at him with

every ounce of hatred I could muster.

“Eager to get back to work, Elsa?” His voice was smooth, controlled. I

wanted to claw that smug expression off his face.

“Not everything revolves around your goddamn universe, Drake,” I snapped, checking my phone for the hundredth time, my fingers trembling slightly with barely contained rage.

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As we pulled up to the hotel, I didn’t wait for Taylor to open my door.

I pushed it open myself and stormed toward the entrance, my heels

clicking against the pavement with angry precision. I could feel Drake’s eyes burning into my back, his gaze like a physical touch that

made my skin crawl with unwanted heat.

Drake caught up to me in three long strides, his entire body radiating

authority. Without a word to Taylor, he followed me into the building,

staying uncomfortably close as we approached the elevator, his

breath hot against my neck.

Once inside, Drake pressed the button for my floor. His eyes flashed

with something predatory, turning that haunting golden color that

signaled his wolf was close to the surface.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I demanded, backing into

the corner, my heart hammering against my ribs.

In an instant, he had me pinned against the wall, his mouth crushing

down on mine with bruising force. His tongue pushed past my lips,

claiming me with a hunger that sent unwelcome heat pooling

between my thighs. I pushed against his chest, my hand instinctively

seeking his wound. Drake caught my wrist before I could make

contact, twisting it behind my back and pressing his body harder

against mine.

“Nice try, sweetheart,” he murmured against my lips, his teeth

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catching my lower lip hard enough to make me gasp. “But it’ll take

more than that to stop me.”

I struggled against him, my free hand pushing at his shoulder, but it

was like fighting a brick wall. His Alpha strength made my efforts

pathetic in comparison. My body betrayed me, responding to his

touch with a rush of wetness that made me want to scream in

frustration.

The elevator dinged, announcing our arrival, and before I could react,

Drake had lifted me into his arms, one hand gripping my ass

possessively.

“Put me down, you fucking asshole!” I hissed, pounding on his chest,

my face burning with rage and unwanted arousal.

He carried me to my room as if I weighed nothing, his face showing

no strain despite his recent injury. Once inside, he slammed me

against the door, his mouth finding mine again. His hand pushed up

my skirt, rough fingers tracing the edge of my underwear.

“You’re such a fucking bastard,” I gasped when he finally let me

breathe, my chest heaving against his.

Drake chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest and against my

sensitive breasts. “You’re not exactly breaking news, sweetheart. I’ve

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been a bastard from day one. You of all people should know my

temperament by now.”

The realization hit me like a slap. “You planned this,” I accused, my

voice shaking with fury. “The whole time in the hospital, you were just waiting until we could be alone. You sick, manipulative fuck.”

Instead of answering, Drake bit down on my neck, hard enough to make me gasp but not enough to break skin. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core, making me tremble against him. I retaliated by sinking my teeth into his shoulder, tasting the expensive

fabric of his shirt and the salt of his skin beneath, hoping I left a

mark that his perfect suits couldn’t hide.

“I could jab your wound right now,” I threatened, my hand hovering over his side, fingers curled like claws. “Don’t think I won’t do it.”

“There are multiple ways I could make you submit, Elsa,” he replied, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper as his hand slid between my thighs, fingers pressing against me through the thin fabric of my underwear. “Would you prefer I use the photos?”

The photos. Of course. The ones he claimed to have taken that night

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