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 flesh.”

you didn't fight back. ” His calloused fingers rub onto my bare asscheek, sending

my mouth but my voice dies when his palm

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

nub under my panties. My

Massimo presses his thumb on that nub and sends

hips back to have

I hear his voice,

hotter. He is as affected as me,

“I whisper

how?” His dark chuckle reverberates through

how.” Sweat gleams on my skin under the

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

draws closer and

his clothed body spreads in my back,

slit and rubs me over the panties. Up and down, slow but rough. “You want

between us that is

blurt, moving my hips

pleasure down my spine. My toes curl in my heels and I find my mind going numb at the electric

you realize who I am?” He pulls his

out, finding myself almost on the verge

don't have him,

” I hear the buckle of his belt, and another

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

from your family." His hoarse voice ghosts

front of the whole world, Kitten. You will pretend to be my all-happy, wife." He rasps as if

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

their mind. I want to know desire, and pleasure and intimacy. It's only possible

whisper, letting everything go

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

up so my back hits his front and my head rolls

am your wife, Massimo." I whimper, wiggling

lips press into cheek. His breathing

mine, Ayla?” Massimo breathes, pressing his nose into

want to be. It's