Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 225

Chapter 225

Elsa

Under the hot spray of water, I couldn’t deny the ache building inside

1. me. His hands explored my body with familiar expertise, cupping my

breasts, pinching my nipples until I moaned despite myself. My body

recognized his touch, responded to it like a familiar drug. I hated

myself for it, hated that despite everything, I still craved him like an

addict craves their next fix.

“You’re the only one who gets me like this,” I admitted reluctantly, my

voice barely audible over the shower as his fingers slid inside me,

finding that spot that made my knees buckle. “I hate that it has to be

you. God, I fucking hate it.”

His eyes softened momentarily, something almost tender flickering in

their golden depths. “Come here, baby,” he murmured, turning me to

face the shower wall, his chest pressed against my back.

Baby? The unexpected endearment caught me off guard. In ten years,

Drake had called me many things–assistant, omega, even

“sweetheart” when he was being particularly condescending. But

never “baby.” Never with that hint of genuine affection.

My eyes grew wet, and I turned my head away, unable to process this

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new development as he positioned himself behind me, the hard

length of him pressing insistently against me.

“Say you want this,” he demanded, his voice rough with need.

“Fuck you,” I gasped, even as I pushed back against him, silently

begging.

“Close enough,” he growled, before pushing inside me with one

powerful thrust.

His hands were everywhere, drawing responses from my body that I

couldn’t control. He took me hard against the shower wall, each

thrust driving me closer to the edge. Time blurred as steam and

sensation overtook coherent thought, my cries echoing off the tiles.

“By the way,” he murmured against my ear as I came down from my

first orgasm, his rhythm never faltering, “there were never any

photos.”

I froze, the words taking a moment to penetrate the fog of pleasure.

“What?”

“The photos you’ve been so worried about,” His smile was smug,

victorious, his hips still moving in a maddening rhythm. “They don’t

exist. Never did.”

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Shock gave way to fury. All this time, he’d been controlling me with

an empty threat. Manipulating me. Playing me for a fool.

“Get out,” I snarled, shoving against his chest with all my strength,

tears of rage burning my eyes. “GET THE FUCK OUT!”

But Drake just pulled me back against him, his strength

overwhelming as he turned off the shower and wrapped me in a towel.

“No.”

The dam broke. Tears streamed down my face as emotions I’d

suppressed for weeks finally erupted. I sobbed against his chest,

hating him and needing him in equal measure, my fists pounding

weakly against his shoulders.

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“You manipulative piece of shit,” I choked out between sobs. “You’ve

been threatening me with nothing. Making me feel like…like…”

He carried me to the bed, ignoring my weak protests, his mouth

claiming mine again as he laid me down. “You’re mine, Elsa,” he

whispered, his voice somehow both threat and promise as he spread

my legs. “You’ve always been mine.”

His mouth found its way between my thighs, his tongue working me

into a frenzy I couldn’t fight. My body arched off the bed, my hands

fisting in his hair as pleasure overwhelmed rage.

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As the afternoon faded into evening, Drake’s repeated use of “baby”

continued to unsettle me. Each time he said it as he thrust into me, as

he made me come again and again, something inside me cracked a

little more.

When he tossed the condom I offered into the trash without a second

glance, I knew I should protest. Instead, I surrendered to the

inevitable, my legs wrapping around his waist as he took me bare.

“Selfish bastard,” I whispered as the last of my energy drained away,

my body limp and oversensitive from countless orgasms. “You never

fucking change.”

The setting sun cast long shadows across the room as Drake pulled

me against his chest one final time, his eyes burning with possession

as he emptied himself inside me with a primal growl.

Drake

I held Elsa’s sleeping form against my chest, savoring the familiar

weight of her body. Her personality might be stubborn as hell, but her

body was soft in all the right fucking places. I traced my fingers

through her golden hair, enjoying how it spilled across my arm like

liquid sunshine. The steady rhythm of her breathing indicated she

was deep in sleep, completely exhausted from our activities.

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Goddamn right she should be tired. I’d made fucking sure of it.

With a satisfied smirk, I carefully extracted myself from her grasp,

pausing to admire the marks I’d left on her pale skin. Mine. Each one

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