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.

and clogs. ” How—How dare

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

I lift my hand to slap him across his

eyes darken as he catches my hand in the air. “Come on, Dear Wifey. Do you have to

is chilly. It makes me

do this

want?” I ask, swallowing

of me, They wanted to bring my Dad down. They wanted to hurt him.

trapped in a time that

dilemma again. Why? Why is

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cooperate. ” Massimo looks down at me, his face

it’s becoming hard at the

pushing me into a grave and threatening to seal me inside, with no air, no light, and no hope for

1 ball

my

to

love me and would never leave your husband, which is well— “A smirk curls his lips. ”

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

never do it. “I whisper, shaking my head, tears pooling

He leans in, making me slip back to put distance

to use me to pi** my Dad off?” I

He laughs, icy

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

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watches you under me,

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

he grips my chin and pulls me towards him. I

Don’t-”