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.

the sting of that

back. ” His calloused fingers rub

my mouth but my voice dies when his palm connects with my

didn't you fucking fight back, Kitten?” His voice is heavy and filled with [**t just like me. “I- - -I couldn't. I wanted to, I tried to- - -But I

I feel so sticky and wet down there that I

the aching nub under my panties. My hands clench the sheets tighter, my head beginning to spin.” Please,

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

it. “I cry out, pushing my hips back to

his

burns hotter. He is as affected as me, and he

me. “I whisper

His dark

how.” Sweat gleams on my skin

hot that I might explode if he doesn’t

draws closer and sounds

spreads in my back, and his thighs touch the back

my slit and rubs me over the panties. Up and down, slow but rough. “You want me to fuck you?" He

between

blurt, moving my hips

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

who I am?” He

out, finding myself almost on the verge of

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

the buckle of his belt, and another wave of slickness

I murmur, anticipating feeling his thing inside me. Will I feel as ecstatic and

His hoarse voice ghosts my ear. “I know.” I nod quickly as I hear

to 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

doesn't take me tonight, I might never feel what it's

good it is, how it can make anyone lose their mind. I want

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

my asscheeks again, and squeeze my flesh so hard that a whimper tears through my throat. The way he touches me is possessive as if he wants to own and ruin every

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

am your wife, Massimo." I whimper, wiggling

into cheek. His breathing grows ragged and

breathes, pressing

I want to be. It's