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.

of that slap spreading in my

you away and you didn't fight back. ” His calloused fingers rub onto my bare

voice dies when his

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

to have him there. I feel so sticky and wet down

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

what, Kitten? ” Massimo presses his thumb on that nub and sends

out, pushing my hips back

hear his

burns hotter. He is as affected as

me. “I

you how?” His dark

gleams on my skin under the

might explode if he doesn’t do something about the ache in my

His voice draws closer and sounds beside my

my back, and

inside me, Massimo. " The moment those needy words leave my mouth, his thumb pushes between my slit and rubs

a dangerous tension between us that

blurt, moving my hips

heat and pleasure down my spine. My toes curl in my

you realize who I am?” He

Yes, you are Massimo Rossi. “I cry out, finding myself almost on the verge

I don't have him, I might split in half. It's wild, and

of his belt, and another wave of slickness drips between my

I feel as ecstatic

embarrassed you, and stole you from your family." His hoarse voice ghosts my

force you to marry me in front of the whole world, Kitten. You will pretend to be my all-happy, wife." He rasps as if reminding me

flutter closed. I have lost my mind. I know if he doesn't take me tonight, I might never feel what it's

it is, how it can make anyone lose their mind. I want to know desire, and pleasure and

I whisper, letting everything

my asscheeks again, and squeeze my flesh so hard that a whimper tears through my throat. The way he touches

so my back hits his front and my

am your wife, Massimo." I whimper, wiggling

press into cheek. His breathing grows ragged and

Massimo breathes, pressing his nose into

to be.