Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91

I leaned in closer, inhaling deeply. There it was again–that scent. Not

Rex, thankfully, but definitely male.

“You smell like him,” I growled, backing her against the wall. “You

reek of another man’s cologne. Did you let that piece of shit touch

you? Did you fucking enjoy it?”

Her pulse jumped–I could see it fluttering at her throat. “I had a

business lunch with Allen yesterday during the recruitment drive.

He’s a Stone Industries partner.”

“Partner?” I laughed bitterly, placing my hands on either side of her

head, caging her in. My wolf was howling now, demanding I reclaim

what was mine. “Is that what you call it? Did you let him touch you,

Elsa? Did you let him put his filthy hands where only I’m allowed?”

“Drake, this is inappropriate-” she began, but I cut her off, crushing

my mouth against hers.

She resisted at first, hands pushing against my chest, but I pressed

harder, using my body to pin her against the wall. Mine. Mine. MINE.

The word pounded in my head with each heartbeat as I erased the

memory of anyone else’s touch.

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When I finally pulled back, her lips were swollen, her breathing

erratic.

“The office,” she gasped, eyes darting to the door. “People will hear-”

“Let them,” I growled, lifting her easily and carrying her to my desk. I

set her down on top of it, papers scattering to the floor. “Let them all

know who you belong to. Let every fucking wolf in this building hear

who makes you scream.”

Someone knocked at the partition wall outside, voices murmuring in

concern. “Is Mr. Stone angry? I heard a crash…”

“He’s just having one of his moments,” another voice whispered. “Best

to leave him alone when he’s like this.”

Elsa’s face flushed with embarrassment. “Drake, please,” she

whispered urgently. “Not here. Not now. We have meeting in thirty

minutes.”

I studied her face–the fear, the reluctance, but also the unmistakable

arousal her body couldn’t hide from my wolf senses. She can deny it

all she wants, but her body knows who it belongs to. “Fine,” I

conceded, pulling her off the desk.

I guided her to the far corner of my office where a small sitting area

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was partially concealed by a large potted plant. With one swift

movement, I drew the curtains closed, shrouding us in dim light.

“Take off your clothes,” I commanded. “I don’t want to wrinkle them.”

Her eyes widened. “Here? Now? But the meeting-”

“Twenty–five minutes,” I corrected, already loosening my tie, my

fingers trembling slightly with barely contained rage and desire.

“Plenty of time to remind you who you belong to.

Elsa hesitated, then slowly began unbuttoning her blouse. “I’m not

yours,” she said quietly, but her trembling fingers betrayed her. “The

contract ends next week.”

“We’ll see about that,” I murmured, watching as she carefully folded

her blouse and placed it on the arm of the sofa. Her skirt followed,

leaving her in just her lingerie–black lace that contrasted beautifully

with her pale skin. Seven days. I have seven fucking days to make sure

she never thinks of leaving again.

I pushed her gently down onto the leather sofa, covering her body

with mine. Her resistance was weakening; I could smell her arousal

mixing with her anger. That combination had always driven me wild,

making my wolf howl with triumph.

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“I hate you,” she whispered against my lips, even as her body arched

toward mine.

“No, you don’t,” I replied, sliding my hand up her thigh. “Your body

knows who it belongs to, even if your mind is being stubborn. You’re

mine, Elsa. Only mine.”

We moved together on the sofa, her soft gasps muffled against my

shoulder as I claimed what was mine. This wasn’t making love–this

was marking territory, erasing Allen Moonlight’s scent from her skin

and replacing it with my own. With each thrust, I was rewriting her

memory, ensuring that when she thought of pleasure, she would only

remember me.

Just as we were both nearing the edge, a sharp knock came at the

door.

“Mr. Stone?” Kayla’s voice called. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but there’s

someone here urgently looking for Ms. Hale.”

I growled, loud enough for Kayla to hear, rage and frustration boiling

over. Motherfucker! Now what? “Tell him to fuck off!”