Hiding the Alpha’s Baby (Layla and Alexander’s)

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.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

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.

I yelp, sensing the sting of that slap spreading in my flesh.” Massimo."

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

I open my mouth but my voice dies when his palm connects with my other asscheek.

“Why 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 froze, Massimo. “I tell him honestly, trembling with each word as his fingers rub the sore spot on my asscheek.

His thumbs inch closer to my panties, and I squirm to have him there. I feel so sticky and wet down there that I think I might lose my mind if he delays this anymore.

“My Kitty.” Massimo grumbles the moment his thumb touches the aching nub under my panties. My hands clench the sheets tighter, my head beginning to spin.” Please, Massimo.”

“Please what, Kitten? ” Massimo presses his thumb on that nub and sends my rational mind flowing out of my body.

“Please do it. “I cry out, pushing my hips back to have his thumb pressed harder there.

“Do what?” I hear his voice, deep and bothered.

The fire in my veins burns hotter. He is as affected as me, and he pretends that I am always seducing me.

“Take me. “I whisper quietly.

“Take you how?” His dark chuckle reverberates through my core.

“You know how.” Sweat gleams on my skin under the dim lightning,

I feel so hot that I might explode if he doesn’t do something about the ache in my core.

“How, Kitten?" His voice draws closer and sounds beside my left ear.

The heat of his clothed body spreads in my back, and his thighs touch the back of mine.

“I- - -need you inside me, 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?" He growls, shifting closer.

There is a dangerous tension between us that is ready to erupt.

“Yes." I blurt, moving my hips over his thumb.

Every stroke sends heat and pleasure down my spine. My toes curl in my heels and I find my mind going numb at the electric sensations.

“Fuck, Kitten. Do you realize who I am?” He pulls his hands away, leaving me whining.

“Yes. Yes, you are Massimo Rossi. “I cry out, finding myself almost on the verge of tears.

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

“I am your Dad's enemy. ” I hear the buckle of his belt, and another wave of slickness drips between my thighs.

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

“I hurt you, embarrassed you, and stole you from your family." His hoarse voice ghosts my ear. “I know.” I nod quickly as I hear the sound of his zipper.

“I 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 his plans.

“I—“My eyes flutter closed. 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 a man.

I want to know how good it is, how it can make anyone lose their mind. I want to know desire, and pleasure and intimacy. It's only possible with this dangerous man.

“I am already your wife, Massimo. ” I whisper, letting everything go so I can live in the moment with him.

Suddenly, his hands land back on 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 inch of me.

Say that again, Kitten” He pulls me up so my back hits his front and my head rolls back in his shoulder.

“I am your wife, Massimo." I whimper, wiggling my ass again.

Massimo’s lips press into cheek. His breathing grows ragged and heavy.

“You are mine, Ayla?” Massimo breathes, pressing his nose into my neck.

“Y—Yes!" I want to be. It's maddening.

His hard front stiffens, and the sparks flow down my body. I writhe, but he doesn’t let me get to his c**k.

A few moments pass. I sense his breathing growing harsher, deeper, and more ragged. It's like he is fighting a battle within himself, and it clears some of my lusty haze.

“Massimo. “I call his name, trembling in his arms as he lowers them to my waist and holds me still.

“Shhh” His lips feather my neck. “Don’t say my name or I might bury my c**k all the way inside your p***y, Kitten."

My core clenches at the thought. “Please.”

“You would love that, wouldn't you? You would love to take me deep inside your tight pussy and milk my cock until I empty my balls. “His hips shift forward, the hard, clothed length pressing in the crack of my b**t.

His words send another wave of heat to my core, and I press down to feel more of him.

A sigh escapes his mouth, and then he grabs my hips, pushing me to a halt.

“You are drunk, my Kitty" His lips press a kiss to my neck. “I am not forcing my way inside you." “You are not!” I whine. “I am sober. I promise. Besides, you don't care about it. You fucked me when I was all knocked out, didn't you?"

His hands go taut over my waist and give me a gentle squeeze. ” Don't act like a little vixen. Lie down on the bed and sleep it off. I am not fucking you tonight. And that’s final.

“But—"

He lifts me in the air easily and places me in the middle of the bed. The ease of his arms, the way he picks me as if I weigh nothing, makes me think of the several things he might do to me while we are having s*x.

I hate myself for forgetting how our first time happened now.

“Please, Massimo. ” I whimper, my gaze landing on his reddening face.

“No.” He pulls the duvets up and covers me to the chin.

My blurry eyes lower to his pants. The bulge is so visible and heavy.

My mouth dries as I reach out to it. He catches my hands mid-air, not letting me touch him. Tears sting my eyes. I rub my thighs together to get rid of the ache but it's not going away.

“It hurts, Massimo. ” I confess. " it feels like I will die if I don’t have you right now.”

A shadow passes across his gaze, and his breathing speeds up again.

“Shit, Baby. Come here. ” He pulls the duvet down and picks me up before perching me on his thigh.

I move closer to his crotch but his hands hold me there, on his thigh, and push me down. A moan slips past my mouth as pleasure rushes down my body once more.

“If I touch you or you grind my cock, I will fucking flip. So, ride my thigh, Kitten. That's all you get tonight." He leans back, the muscles in his neck straining as he watches me with his darkening eyes.

I bite my lower lip, feeling exposed under his gaze but do as he says. I grind over his thigh and the first stroke of his rough pants over my panties has me writhing and twisting with pleasure.