Hiding the Alpha’s Baby

Chapter 99

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It feels like I am burning. Sweat clings to

kin. I gasp and try to get up for some air but the weight over my body keeps me down.

It’s so hot.

Annoyed, I blink my eyes open. The sunlight peeking through the windows hits my face, making me wince slightly.

My head hurts. I groan, closing my eyes for a second.

The weight above me shifts, wrapping around me like a slithering snake to pull me back.

My eyes shoot wide open, blinking rapidly against the sunlight.

What the—

I suppress a scream and look down at the thick arm coiled around my waist. My jaw hangs low as my gaze lifts to another arm wrapped

around my chest tightly.

I must be dreaming.

Is this a w**eam?

I never had one of those before.

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My lips form an O. I close my eyes again and ease into the arms that keep me plastered to a muscular, warm front.

Heat creeps down my skin, sliding between my legs. I press my thighs together and swallow.

I should wake up from this w***m now.

A masculine, woody scent overpowers my senses, making me hold my breath.

A w**dream is not supposed to feel this real, or is

it. A throaty grunt follows as the arms tighten around my body, pulling me

if you don’t want it inside your p**y,

horror, and lust become a hazy mixture. I gasp, my eyes opening for

This is no dream.

me around with ease and pulls

more. “His hands slide

my voice muffled

my hair and gently draw my head back. My wide eyes meet his sleepy, lazy gaze—the gaze of a predator who is

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his forehead, before meeting his eyes again. They are

right now.

fingers rub over my scalp,

my mouth, and instead of words, a soft moan slips past my lips. A lazy smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth. My cheeks blush

in your bed? “I snap, shaking

reason, it feels so good. It takes me a moment to register that I am in his arms, our bodies pressed together and his hands all

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foolishly begging him to come back and let me go. I remember being scared to

a gap in my memory after that and the last thing I remember is his hand under my shirt, caressing my stomach as

mutter

not good for you to curse at me when you are still in my bed, little Kitty. What if I decide to teach

it lands against his cheek with a stinging sound.

then to my hand still hanging in

again, Massimo. “I whisper, my

clenches as his lips press into a thin,

shouldn’t have done that.” He says before my world

single moment, he sits up with ease, twists

“I hiss his name, still flipping my legs around and trying to grasp the sheets to

my pants down. Fear strikes my heart, almost sending my

gasp leaves my mouth, almost sounding like a whimper. The sting of the spank spreads

his bed?”

remains still, as I try to process my thoughts. But I doubt that I am even thinking. I can only focus on the sensation of his rough

again. He pulls my pants up, and sits me in his lap, making me