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.

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

grunt follows as the arms tighten around my body, pulling me deeper into

inside your p**y, Kitten. “A sleepy, hoarse voice

horror, and lust become a hazy

This is no dream.

me. He turns me around with ease and pulls my face into his chest before I can tell him to go to

more. “His hands slide to my butt,

I shriek, my voice muffled

his tongue before his fingers tangle in my hair and gently draw my head back. My wide eyes

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meeting his eyes again. They are still half-closed like

right now.

rub over my scalp, sending the sparks down my

past my lips. A lazy smirk tugs at

am I doing in your bed? “I

our bodies pressed together and

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Darkness flickers in his

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last night come flooding back. I remember crying and screaming in his bathroom, foolishly begging him to come back and let me go. I remember being scared to the point that it

in my memory after that and the last thing I remember is his hand under my shirt, caressing my stomach as he whispered that I should spend

“I mutter under

little Kitty. What if I

lift my hand and it lands against his cheek with a stinging sound. My palm burns and my fingerprints remain on his cheek, proof of what

lips, then to my hand still hanging in the air. His

not try that with me again, Massimo. “I whisper, my body beginning to shake with the intensity of my

as his lips press

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

claw my way out. In a single moment, he sits up with

name, still flipping my legs around and trying to grasp the sheets to pull

to what I have to say, Massimo tugs my pants down. Fear strikes my heart, almost sending my mind back

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

his bed?” He scoffs playfully, his fingers rubbing the spot he spanked

focus on the sensation

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