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 slap spreading

you didn't fight back. ” His calloused fingers rub onto my bare asscheek, sending a wave of pleasure down my

my mouth but my voice dies when his palm connects

heavy and filled with [**t just like me. “I- - -I couldn't. I wanted to, I tried

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

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

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

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

hear his voice, deep

veins burns hotter. He is as affected as me, and he pretends that

me. “I

dark chuckle reverberates through my

on

I might explode if he doesn’t do something about the

closer and

my back, and his thighs touch the back

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

tension between us that is ready

my

toes curl in my heels and I find my mind going numb at

I am?” He pulls his hands away,

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

I don't have him, I might

your Dad's enemy. ” I hear the buckle of his belt, and

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

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

in front of the whole world, Kitten. You will pretend to be my all-happy, wife."

know if he doesn't take me tonight, I might never feel

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

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

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 inch

so my back hits his front and my head rolls

wife, Massimo." I whimper, wiggling

into cheek. His breathing

breathes, pressing his nose into

I want to be.