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.

sensing the sting of that slap spreading in my flesh.”

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

my voice dies when his palm connects with

I tried to- - -But I froze, Massimo. “I tell him honestly, trembling with each word as his fingers rub the sore spot on my

to have him there. I feel so sticky and

his thumb touches the aching nub under my panties. My hands clench the sheets tighter, my head

thumb on that nub and sends my rational mind

do it. “I cry out, pushing my hips

his voice,

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

“I whisper

you how?” His dark chuckle

how.” Sweat gleams on

he doesn’t

voice draws closer and sounds beside my left

body spreads in my back, and his thighs

Massimo. " The moment those needy words 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 fuck you?"

is a dangerous tension between us that is

moving my

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

you realize who I am?” He pulls

out, finding myself almost on the verge

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

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

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

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

am going 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 reminding me about his identity, of

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

it can make anyone lose their mind. I want to know desire, and pleasure and intimacy. It's only

letting everything go so I can live in the moment with

my throat. The way he touches me is possessive as if he wants to own

back hits his front and my head rolls

Massimo." I whimper, wiggling my ass

lips press into cheek. His breathing

breathes, pressing

I want to