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.

throat hurts, and clogs.

deny our great night together, right?” He

rises while I lift my hand to slap

in the air. “Come on, Dear Wifey. Do you have to go straight to the domestic abuse

his lips is chilly. It makes me

he do this to

I

pushed into a similar situation. Some people took me and did 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 days in my

in a time that has

I am in this dilemma again. Why? Why

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cooperate. ” Massimo looks down at me, his face

breathe, but it’s becoming

threatening to seal me inside, with no

1 ball

my

my side. I have to survive. I can not

your husband, which is well— “A smirk curls his lips. ” Me. Massimo Rossi. His

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

whisper, shaking my head, tears pooling

He leans in, making me slip back to put distance between

pi** my Dad off?” I

He laughs, icy

my stomach. The

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under me, begging to take the c**k of his

tremble in fear and rage. ” how can you use such-

towards him. I shudder and

Don’t-”