Hiding the Alpha’s Baby

Chapter 89

AYLA

“M—More.” It’s my voice.

And the woman lying underneath on the bed is undeniably me.

In the video, he trails kisses down my bare shoulders, his hands roaming my sides with reckless abandon.

Heat spreads in my cheeks as I watch his lips meet mine. He silences my moans, while his hands continue their venture, touching me in spots no man has ever dared to touch me before.

Instead of losing my mind, I find my eyes glued to the screen. Surprise and confusion mix, making me unable to feel anything else.

He leans back and removes his shirt in the video. The lights are turned on in the room, recording everything clearly.

My sultry moans, his hands on my skin, our lips meeting as he moves one step further towards taking me.

“T—Turn this off.” I stutter, my heart drowning.

“Tsk.” He clicks his tongue and turns the screen off.” what will Daddy dearest think once he sees you getting f**d by his mortal enemy, Kitten?”

The world revolves before my eyes as I search for words. The way I acted in this video—It’s like I was not me. It was someone else—a woman begging to be touched and pleased unlike me who gets scared at the thought of intimacy.

Does alcohol actually work that well?

“|—”

“Ayla Rossi.” Massimo runs a forefinger down my cheek.

I flinch, drawing my head away from him. I am not the same woman in the video anymore. I am back to my usual self. His touch scares me. It makes me sick and pushes me to make a run from him.

His brows lift as he directs his gaze towards the hand hanging in the air.

clogs.

let you deny our great night together, right?” He smirks, pulling

rises while I lift my hand to slap

Wifey. Do you have to go straight to the domestic abuse phase on

lips is chilly. It makes me pause, and think,

do this

do you want?” I ask, swallowing

bad things in front of me, They wanted to bring my Dad down. They wanted to hurt him. Until now, I haven’t gotten over those few

a time that has long

am in this dilemma again. Why? Why is history

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Chapter 89

you to cooperate. ” Massimo looks down at me, his face cold

breathe, but it’s

pushing me into a grave and threatening to seal me

1 ball

my

my side. I have to survive.

husband, which

done everything in his power to make Dad uncomfortable. How can I even think

do it. “I whisper, shaking my head, tears pooling

He leans in, making me slip

pi** my Dad

He laughs, icy and

depths of my stomach. The alternative to his demand is so

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don’t mind if your Daddy watches you under me, begging to take

rage. ” how can you use such- – -dirty tactics, Mr. Rossi?! Do

grips my chin and pulls me towards him. I shudder and slap his hand

Don’t-”