Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Elsa

Fuck, not like this. Not with people right outside.

“Drake,” I whispered urgently, trying to push against his chest.

“Someone’s outside.”

He didn’t even pause. Instead, his hands gripped my thighs tighter,

lifting me higher against the leather sofa. “Let them hear,” he

growled, pushing deeper inside me with a force that made my back

arch involuntarily.

I gasped as he stretched me to my limit, the sensation of his thick

length overwhelming my resistance. My inner walls clenching around

him even as my mind screamed in protest. A wave of slick heat

gushed between us.

“Please,” I begged, my voice barely audible. “Not like this. Too deep.

There’s someone-” My words dissolved into a choked moan as he

changed angles, the swollen head of his cock hitting that spot deep

inside that made stars explode behind my eyelids.

I hate him. I hate this. I hate that it feels so fucking good.

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“Let them know who you belong to,” Drake said, his pace increasing.

His eyes had that predatory golden glow that appeared whenever his

wolf was close to the surface. One hand snaked up to wrap around my

throat, applying just enough pressure to make my pulse jump wildly.

My body betrayed me with each brutal thrust, responding to his

dominance even as my mind rebelled. I bit my lip to keep from crying

out, tasting blood as I tried to maintain some small shred of dignity.

His free hand moved between us, thumb circling my swollen clit with

merciless precision. The dual stimulation made my thighs quiver

uncontrollably, my hips bucking up to meet his thrusts despite my

mental resistance.

“Look at you,” he growled, his breath hot against my ear. “Fighting it

even as your sweet cunt begs for more.” He punctuated his words with

a particularly deep thrust that made me see stars, my inner walls

clamping down on him as if desperate to keep him inside.

One more fucking week. One week and I’ll never have to spread my

legs for this bastard again.

The phone on his desk rang, shrill and demanding. Drake’s lips curled

into a cruel smile, his cock still pulsing inside me, stretching me in ways that sent unwanted pleasure spiraling through my core.

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“Answer it,” he commanded, never breaking his rhythm. If anything,

his thrusts became deeper, more deliberate, each one ending with a

grinding motion that pressed against my most sensitive spots.

My eyes widened in horror. “What? I can’t-”

“Answer. The. Phone.” Each word was punctuated with a thrust that

made my vision blur, sending waves of unwanted pleasure rippling

through me. His hand moved from my throat to my hair, yanking my

head back to expose my neck.

This sadistic asshole is getting off on my humiliation. And my stupid

omega body loves it.

He reached over and hit the speaker button, his other hand still

gripping my hip with bruising force.

“Mr. Stone’s office,” I managed to say, fighting to keep my voice

steady while he continued to move inside me. I could feel every ridge

and vein of his cock as he deliberately slowed his pace, dragging the

sensation out until I was trembling with the effort not to moan.

“Elsa?” Kayla’s concerned voice filled the room. “We’re all waiting in

the conference room. It’s been fifteen minutes past the scheduled

time.”

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Drake’s eyes locked with mine as he continued to move inside me, daring me to give us away. His thumb returned to my clit, circling it

with agonizing slowness.

The humiliation burned through me, settling like acid in my stomach,

but some dark, primal part of me responded to his dominance. A fresh

rush of slick heat coated his length, the obscene wet sounds

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