Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93

“Could you please… push the meeting back thirty minutes?” I said,

struggling to maintain my composure as his hands roamed

possessively over my body, squeezing and pinching in ways he knew

would make me respond. Under my skirt, his fingers dug into the soft

flesh of my ass, spreading me wider to take him deeper.

After Kayla hung up, Drake’s movements became more urgent, more

demanding. He flipped me over suddenly, shoving my face down.

against the leather sofa cushions. The new angle let him hit depths

that made me cry out despite myself, my body tensing around him.

“That’s it,” he growled, one hand pressing between my shoulder

blades to keep me pinned as the other gripped my hip. “Take every

fucking inch.”

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as he

pounded into me relentlessly. The force of his thrusts pushed me

forward with each movement, the friction of the leather against my

sensitive nipples adding another layer of unwanted stimulation. I felt

the pressure building, that familiar coil of heat low in my belly

threatening to explode.

“Don’t you dare come until I say so,” he ordered, somehow sensing my

approaching climax. His hand moved from my hip to tangle in my

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hair again, yanking my head back painfully. “You come when I allow

it, not before.”

My body trembled on the edge, fighting the inevitable as he

continued his merciless assault on my senses. Just when I thought I

couldn’t hold back any longer, he reached beneath me, fingers finding

my clit with unerring accuracy.

“Now,” he commanded, pinching the sensitive bundle of nerves.

The orgasm crashed through me like a tidal wave, my inner walls

convulsing around his cock as pleasure exploded behind my eyes. I

screamed into the cushion, body shaking uncontrollably as he

continued to thrust through my release, prolonging it until it

bordered on pain.

When he finally finished, it was with a growl that was more animal

than human, his release hot and pulsing deep inside me. I collapsed

against the sofa, exhausted and ashamed, feeling the evidence of our

encounter beginning to seep down my trembling thighs.

“Good girl,” he murmured, carrying my limp body to the adjacent rest

room.

He set me down gently on the small sofa there, an almost tender

gesture that contrasted sharply with his earlier roughness. My thighs

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were slick with evidence of our encounter, and I couldn’t meet his

eyes.

Why am I like this? Why can’t I just hate him completely instead of

this fucked–up push and pull?

“Clean yourself up,” he said, already buttoning his shirt and straightening his tie as if nothing had happened. “I’ll handle the

meeting.”

As he left, I curled into myself, fighting back tears. Several days and

I’ll never have to feel this mix of pleasure and self–loathing again.

After a long shower, I emerged from the rest room in fresh clothes,

my hair still damp. To my horror, Luke was sitting casually on the

office sofa, scrolling through his phone.

Our eyes met, and his lips quirked in a knowing smirk. “Ms. Hale,” he

said, his tone laced with meaning. “Hard at work as always, I see.”

Heat flooded my cheeks as I realized he must have heard everything. Every moan, every gasp, every slap of skin against skin. God, I want to

crawl into a hole and die.

I turned away, focusing on straightening the scattered papers on

Drake’s desk, evidence of how he’d swept everything aside to take me

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right there.

The door burst open without warning. Vera stood there, her face

contorted with rage, clutching a termination letter in her manicured

hand.

“What is this?” she demanded, waving the paper at me. “You think you

can just get rid of me?”

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