Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 252

Chapter 252

“Drake, please,” I protested weakly, knowing it was futile. My body was already betraying me, my hips shifting restlessly against his. “Not

like this.”

When he pushed me toward the desk, I panicked at the sight of scattered papers. “Wait, we’ll mess up the files,” I said urgently, my voice

breathy and uneven. “At least let’s move to the couch.”

Drake’s eyes flickered, considering my request. “The living room?” he suggested, his voice low as his hand slid between my legs, finding

the dampness there.

“No, not the living room,” I answered immediately, aware of the surveillance cameras there. “Just the couch in here. Shit, Drake…” I trailed off as his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of my pajama bottoms.

Drake seemed to understand my concern and nodded. He guided me to the leather sofa in the corner of the study, practically tearing off what remained of my clothes. For two hours, he claimed every inch of my body, his mouth and hands seemingly everywhere at once. I hated how easily he could make me cry out, how my body responded to his every command, arching and trembling beneath him as he

marked me as his territory.

Afterward, I stood in the bathroom, examining myself in the mirror. My neck was covered in love bites, and I tried to cover them with concealer. “Fucking animal,” I muttered, though my fingers trembled as they traced the marks. It’s like he’s marking me, I thought, announcing his ownership to everyone.

As I tidied the bathroom, I noticed something strange about Drake’s discarded clothes. I carefully picked up his shirt, detecting the unmistakable scent of blood and antiseptic. The cuff had a distinct dark stain, dried but clearly visible.

Where did he go last night? I wondered uneasily, my stomach knotting with dread. Why is there blood on his clothes? An unsettling thought formed–was this related to Vera?

I set the shirt down, deciding to keep silent for now. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the truth, or if Drake would even tell me.

When I emerged from the bathroom, Drake was dressed and looking pleased with himself. “We’re going to the best restaurant in town for lunch,” he announced, satisfaction evident in his voice.

I nodded, though I felt no excitement for the meal. “After lunch, I need to go to the hospital,” I insisted, my tone leaving no room for argument. “I need to check on my mother personally.”

Drake’s expression turned serious. “Of course you can visit the hospital. Taylor has arranged for a professional care team, but I know you want to verify everything yourself.”

I appreciated his understanding, though I suspected it was only a temporary concession. “Thank you,” I said softly, trying to be less hostile. After all, he had saved my mother’s life.

In the car headed to the restaurant, I stared at the passing cityscape, considering how to discuss the evening’s arrangements. Finally, I

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gathered my courage. “I want to stay at the hospital with my mother tonight,” I said, trying to keep my voice firm.

Drake’s expression immediately hardened. “No,” he replied shortly. “You’ll return tonight.”

“But I need to take care of her,” I protested, anger flaring. “She just had fucking surgery. I can’t just leave her.”

“You’ve hired the best care team,” Drake pointed out, his voice dangerously calm. “They’re more qualified than you. Besides, you need rest

too,

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