Hiding the Alpha’s Baby

AYLA

I didn't expect Massimo to take me to a VIP, private room upstairs. My breath hitches as he throws me on the bed, causing my body to bounce before it settles on the mattress. “Massimo. ” I mumble, clenching the sheets and watching him standing there, under the dim lights.

“What were you doing here, Ayla?” His face is now back to stoic and scary.

He knows I am over the panic episode, and now I am just me, with my numb body and a drunk mind.

I swallow and drop on the bed, watching him from under my lashes. “I- - -I wanted to get used to someone else's touch.”

Instantly, my ankle is snatched and I am pulled to the edge of the mattress. I try to search for any fear but only find a fire burning in my veins in the form of desire.

My back arcs off the mattress, my hooded gaze never leaving his enraged face. His jaw clenches, a muscle ticking in it.

I shouldn't, but I find it tempting to lean up and touch his cheeks, his lips, the rest of his body. “You lied when you said you didn’t want him to fuck you?” His hand closes around my jaw, making my lips pucker

out.

My breath hitches, and my back arcs some more. The ache between my legs increases until it's all I am thinking about.

“I tried but- - -it can only be you. I don't get scared when you touch me, Massimo. ” I whisper, my voice heavy with need.

“Hmm?” Massimo's hold tightens before his thumb runs over my bottom lip roughly.

Only you can- - touch me, Massimo. ” I utter, my control over my tongue slipping.

A dark emotion crosses his eyes, and his chest rumbles with satisfaction. Slowly, Massimo pushes his thumb into my mouth and clenches his jaw harder.

Acting on pure instinct, I wrap my lips around his thumb and suck. A low groan escapes his mouth.

The next moment, I am on my fours, my b**t lifted in the air. Cold air brushes against my wet panties, and my knees tremble.

“Ma- - -Massimo. ” I whimper, struggling to turn back around to watch him.

If I hadn't come there- - -" Massimo trails off and I feel his hands clenching onto my buttcheeks, spreading me open under the panties.

Another whimper and I am already pushing myself back onto him. This is so not me. But I don’t care anymore.

I can forget our enmity for some time, and enjoy the touch of a man. It is not a loss when that man is Massimo Rossi. So hot, so powerful, so dangerous.

I expect him to lower my panties and slam into me, to show me how it feels to have a man inside me but he surprises me with a spank on my asscheek instead.

yelp, sensing the sting of that

back. ” His calloused fingers rub onto my bare asscheek, sending a wave

open my mouth but my voice dies when his

to, I tried to- - -But I froze, Massimo. “I tell him honestly, trembling with each

thumbs inch closer to my panties, and I squirm to have him there. I feel so sticky

Massimo grumbles the moment his thumb touches the aching nub under my panties. My

Kitten? ” Massimo presses his thumb on that nub and sends my rational mind flowing

out, pushing my hips back to have

what?” I hear his voice, deep and

affected as me, and

“I whisper

you how?” His dark

gleams on my skin under

feel so hot that I might explode if he doesn’t do something about

voice draws closer and sounds beside my left

heat of his clothed body spreads in my back, and his thighs touch the

leave my mouth, his thumb pushes between my slit and rubs me over the panties. Up and down, slow but rough. “You want me to

is a dangerous tension between us

I blurt, moving my hips

sends heat and pleasure down my spine. My toes curl in my heels and I find

I am?” He pulls his hands away, leaving

cry out, finding myself almost

understand my need for him. It's like if I don't have him, I might split in

enemy. ” I hear the buckle of his belt, and another wave

me. Will I

embarrassed you, and stole you from your family." His hoarse voice ghosts my ear. “I know.” I nod quickly as I

front of the whole world, Kitten. You will pretend to be my

closed. I have lost my mind. I know if he doesn't take me tonight,

lose their mind. I want to know desire, and pleasure and intimacy.

Massimo. ” I whisper, letting everything go so I can live in

tears through my throat. The way he touches me is possessive as if he wants to own and ruin every

pulls me up so my back hits his front and my head

wife, Massimo." I whimper, wiggling

into cheek. His breathing grows ragged and

mine, Ayla?” Massimo breathes, pressing

I want to be.