Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 99

Chapter 99

I didn’t answer. Couldn’t answer. The truth was too complicated, too

raw. Because we’re both too fucked up to let go, even when we should.

Instead, I let him guide me to the bedroom, our bodies tangling

together on sheets.

He stripped off his clothes impatiently, revealing his muscular body.

His cock stood rigid, thick and intimidating. My mouth watered at the

sight despite myself. His touch was expert, practiced–he knew every

sensitive spot on my body, every way to make me gasp and arch

beneath him. Bastard knows my body better than I do.

His fingers slid between my legs, finding me embarrassingly wet.

“Always ready for me,” he growled, circling my clit with deliberate

pressure that made my hips buck. “Always so fucking wet.”

And damn me, I responded. My body had always been a traitor where

Drake was concerned. Even as my mind rebelled against his control,

my body surrendered willingly, eagerly. He pushed two fingers inside

me, curling them against that spot that made stars explode behind

my eyelids.

“Drake,” I gasped, my back arching off the bed. “Fuck, don’t stop. God,

right there.”

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Rage and pleasure twisted together inside me. I hated him for having

this power over me, hated myself more for letting him. But holy shit,

did it feel good. My body was already trembling, already climbing

toward release.

Sophia’s words from our last coffee shop conversation floated

through my mind: “You know, in bed, the one with the power isn’t the

one on top–it’s the one who can make the other lose control.

I’d laughed it off then, but now…

As Drake’s mouth worked its way down my body, licking and biting at

my nipples through the apron, then moving lower, I realized

something. In one week, our contract would be over. I would never

have to see him again.

So why not enjoy these last moments? Why not take what pleasure I

could from them?

Fuck it. Let me have this.

I twisted suddenly, flipping our positions so that I straddled him.

Drake’s eyes widened in surprise, then darkened with lust as I leaned

down to kiss him, my hands exploring his chest, tracing the hard

muscles beneath his skin.

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“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice rough.

“Taking what I want,” I replied simply. “For once.”

And I did. I took control, grinding myself against his hardness, feeling

the length of him slide against my wetness. I reached between us,

positioning him at my entrance, then sank down slowly, taking him

inch by agonizing inch until he was fully seated inside me.

“Fuck,” I breathed, feeling stretched and filled. “God, you feel good. So

fucking good.”

Drake’s hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, but I didn’t

care. I set the pace, rising and falling on his cock, watching his face

contort with pleasure. My clit rubbed against him with each

movement, sending jolts of electricity up my spine. For once, I wasn’t

Drake’s assistant or his secret omega or his convenient outlet–I was

just a woman taking her pleasure.

I leaned forward, letting him suck my nipples through the ridiculous

apron, the fabric adding a tantalizing friction. The angle changed,

hitting that perfect spot inside me, and I moaned shamelessly.

“That’s it,” Drake growled, thrusting up to meet me. “Take what

want, Elsa. Show me how much you need this cock.”

you

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His crude words sent another rush of wetness between us, making our

movements slicker, faster. I could feel my orgasm building, that

familiar tightening deep inside.

“I’m close,” I panted, moving faster. “Drake, I’m gonna–fuck, I’m

gonna come.”

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