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

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

dies

Kitten?” His voice is heavy and filled with [**t just like me. “I- - -I couldn't. I wanted to, I tried to- - -But I froze, Massimo. “I tell him honestly, trembling

panties, and I squirm to have him there. I feel so sticky and wet down there that I think I might lose

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

that nub

pushing my hips back to have his thumb

hear his voice, deep and

burns hotter. He is as affected as me,

“I whisper

His dark chuckle reverberates through

know how.” Sweat gleams on my skin under the

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

closer and sounds beside my left

in my back,

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

is a dangerous tension between us that is ready

moving my hips

in my heels and I find my mind going numb at the electric

who I am?” He pulls his

“I cry out,

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

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

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

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

the whole world, Kitten. You will pretend to be my all-happy, wife." He rasps as if reminding me about his identity, of

I have lost my mind. I know if he doesn't take me tonight, I might never feel what it's like to be with

their mind. I want to know desire,

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

tears through my throat. The way he touches

my back hits his front and my head rolls back in

wife, Massimo." I whimper, wiggling

press into cheek. His breathing

are mine, Ayla?” Massimo breathes, pressing his

want to be.