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. ” How—How dare

couldn’t let you deny our great night together, right?” He smirks, pulling his hand to his

while I lift my hand to slap him

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

chilly. It makes me pause, and think,

would he do

want?” I ask, swallowing my

and did bad things in front of me, They wanted

am trapped in a time that

in this dilemma again. Why? Why is history

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Chapter 89

to cooperate. ” Massimo looks

what?” I breathe, but it’s becoming hard at

and threatening to seal me inside,

1 ball

my

have to survive. I can

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

gasp, as I lose the courage I just gathered. Massimo has done everything in his power to make

it. “I whisper, shaking

leans in, making me slip

to use me to pi** my Dad off?” I sneer.” that’s never

that so?” He laughs,

stomach. The alternative to his demand is so

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your Daddy watches you under me, begging

body beginning to tremble in fear and rage. ” how can you use such- – -dirty tactics, Mr. Rossi?! Do you not feel like

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

Don’t-”