All Chapters of Alpha’s Little Plaything : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Draco’s PoV I was speeding through Manhattan, headlights slicing the night, my grip white-knuckled on the wheel. Every instinct in me screamed to go to Loriah’s loft, to finally face her, but doubt gnawed at me. What if she slammed the door in my face again? What if she never gave me another chance? I hit call. “Nicole,” I barked, “where is she tonight? I need confirmation.” My assistant’s voice came crisp, efficient, but tinged with surprise. “Sir, Elora Dane was invited to the Sterling Gala tonight. She’s set to perform two songs. I have the guest list right here. It’s crawling with industry names, press, and—” She hesitated. “You were invited with Luna Marla.” My stomach dropped. Of course, Marla would be there. I cursed under my breath and made a sharp U-turn, tires screeching. If Loriah was about to stand in that lion’s den, I wouldn’t leave her unprotected. Not tonight. When I reached my loft, I was already pulling off my tie and yanking on a smoking jacket. I didn’t

Loriah’s PoV He was so close our noses brushed, breaths mingling, his heat searing into me. God help me, I wanted him to kiss me—wanted it so badly it hurt—but my pride, my stubbornness, wouldn’t let me take that first step. “Please, Loriah,” he whispered, voice husky, breaking and yet demanding all at once. “Stop denying us… stop denying what we both want.” I clenched my fists, my chest rising and falling too fast. “Get off me, Draco. I told you—I will not become a homewrecker.” For a heartbeat, his eyes widened, then darkened with something fierce. “You’re not,” he breathed, almost a growl. “You’re my home. You’re my everything. My heart has been homeless since you were gone—but you’re here now. Do you know how crazy I was when I realized you had disappeared?” The words hit me like a blow, and for a moment, I faltered. But anger—fear—rushed back in to protect me. “I don’t believe you!” I shoved at his chest with all my strength, but he didn’t move an inch. He was unyiel

Loriah’s PoV My body betrayed me. Every nerve lit up as Draco’s hands roamed with unrestrained hunger, his touch scorching through the thin lace of my nighty. I ground down against the hardness straining beneath me, shame and desire warring inside me, but my body already knew what it craved. His big hands slid up, cupping my breasts, thumbs brushing over my bare peaks until I gasped. My head tipped back, lips parting on a ragged breath I couldn’t hold. “Tell me to stop now, Loriah,” he growled, his voice wrecked, gravel thick with restraint. “Before I can’t stop myself.” I barely registered the words, drunk on the rawness of him, on the way his hands gripped my hips, guiding me, pressing me harder against his lap. My back arched, a helpless moan escaping as the friction ignited my core like fire. His forehead dropped against mine, his breath hot and uneven. His lips brushed my cheek, the corner of my mouth lingering shy of surrender. Every instinct screamed for me to shove

Loriah’s PoV His mouth consumed mine with a fervent hunger that made my knees weaken. The crumpled divorce papers slipped from my hand, forgotten as his arms locked around me. I melted into him, my chest pressed to the solid heat of his body, his taste flooding me with everything I had been starving for. God help me, I believed him. Every word he whispered against my lips, raw and desperate, rang sincerely. His kiss was not just lust—it was worship, it was begging, it was the claim of a man who had been lost too long. My body responded in kind, shame long gone, only the fire of want coursing through me as his tongue tangled with mine. My thighs clenched, remembering the way he’d almost taken me earlier, and for one heart-stopping moment, I wanted nothing more than to let him finish what he started. But then—like a blade to my chest—the truth cut through the haze. He was still married. No matter how much I wanted him or how my soul screamed he was mine, I could not give myself t

Loriah’s PoV I folded another silk blouse into my suitcase, though my hands weren’t steady. My mind wasn’t on the trip—it hadn’t been since Draco’s arms wrapped around me and shattered every wall I had built over the last five years. Brea sprawled across my bed, chin propped on her palm, her eyes sharp as blades as they tracked my every move. She had silently watched me for minutes, but I knew she was winding up for the strike. “So you forgave him just like that?” she finally asked, her voice clipped with irritation. I sighed, pressing my palms to the rim of the suitcase before turning toward her. “I didn’t say I forgave him. But Brea… he was so sincere. For all the lies, for everything he kept from me, I can’t deny that every time he’s with me, he goes out of his way to make me feel like I’m the only thing that matters to him.” Brea scoffed, pushing herself up on her elbows. “Sincerity doesn’t erase five years, Loriah. And it sure as hell won’t erase Marla. A divorce like th