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.

together, right?” He smirks, pulling his hand to

you! ” My voice rises while I

“Come on, Dear Wifey. Do you have to go

grin on his lips is chilly. It makes me pause, and think, and

he do

I ask, swallowing my

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

trapped in a time that

I am in this dilemma again. Why? Why

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looks down at me, his face cold

but it’s becoming hard at

and threatening to seal me inside, with no air, no light, and no hope

1 ball

my

my side. I have to survive. I can

husband, which

done everything in his power

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

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

pi** my Dad off?” I sneer.” that’s

He laughs, icy and

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

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your Daddy watches you under me, begging to take

my body beginning to tremble in fear and rage. ” how can you use such- – -dirty tactics,

my chin and pulls me towards him. I

Don’t-”