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

AYLA

It feels like I am burning. Sweat clings to my skin. I gasp and try to get up for some air but the weight over my body keeps me down. It's so hot.

Annoyed, I blink my eyes open. The sunlight peeking through the windows hits my face, making me wince slightly.

My head hurts. I groan, closing my eyes for a second.

The weight above me shifts, wrapping around me like a slithering snake to pull me back.

My eyes shoot wide open, blinking rapidly against the sunlight.

What the-

I suppress a scream and look down at the thick arm coiled around my waist. My jaw hangs low as my gaze lifts to another arm wrapped around my chest tightly. I must be dreaming.

Is this a wet dream?

I never had one of those before.

My lips form an O. I close my eyes again and ease into the arms that keep me plastered to a muscular, warm front.

Heat creeps down my skin, sliding between my legs. I press my thighs together and swallow.

I should wake up from this wet dream now.

A masculine, woody scent overpowers my senses, making me hold my breath.

Okay. A wet dream is not supposed to feel this real, or is it?

Unconsciously, I snuggle my butt against the hardness poking it. A throaty grunt follows as the arms tighten around my body, pulling me deeper into the scorching embrace.

"Don't grind over my cock if you don't want it inside your pussy, Kitten. " A sleepy, hoarse voice mumbles against my skin.

My toes curl. Surprise, horror, and lust become a hazy mixture. I gasp, my eyes opening for the second time.

This is no dream.

Instinctively, I fight his hold over me. He turns me around with ease and pulls my face into his chest before I can tell him to go to hell.

"Mhm. Sleep some more." His hands slide to my b**t, squeezing my flesh tightly.

"Massimo!" I shriek, my voice muffled against his chest.

I hear him click his tongue before his fingers tangle in my hair and gently draw my head back. My wide eyes meet his sleepy, lazy gaze-the gaze of a predator who is in the mood to play instead of hunt.

My eyes take in the hair falling over his forehead, before meeting his eyes again. They are still half-closed like he can't bother to open them right now.

"What?" His fingers rub over my scalp, sending the sparks down my body.

I open my mouth, and instead of words, a soft moan slips past my lips. A lazy smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth. My cheeks blush furiously at my stupid gesture. Many paragraphs are missing. Read the complete book on Jo-bn-ib.c(o)m. "What am I doing in your bed?" I snap, shaking the embarrassment away.

His fingers are still rubbing my scalp and for some reason, it feels so good. It takes me a moment to register that I am in his arms, our bodies pressed together and his hands all over me but I am not panicking. It feels normal as if I am not traumatized by a man's touch at all.

"Don't you remember?" Darkness flickers in his eyes.

The memories from last night come flooding back. I remember crying and screaming in his bathroom, foolishly begging him to come back and let me go. I remember being scared to the point that it felt like my soul would leave my body. I remember the moment everything went black before my eyes and it seemed like my soul left my body.

There is a gap in my memory after that and the last thing I remember is his hand under my shirt, caressing my stomach as he whispered that I should spend the night with him. "A*****e. "I mutter under my breath.

"It's not good for you to curse at me when you are still in my bed, little Kitty. What if I decide to teach you manners?" His face leans closer, making me hyperaware of our proximity. Without wasting a moment, I lift my hand and it lands against his cheek with a stinging sound. My palm burns and my fingerprints remain on his cheek, proof of what I just did to him.

His gaze moves to my lips, then to my hand still hanging in the air. His sleepy eyes become alert and cold.

"Do not try that with me again, Massimo." I whisper, my body beginning to shake with the intensity of my emotions.

My heart clenches as his lips press into a thin, threatening line.

"You shouldn't have done that." He says before my world spins in my view.

I yelp, my legs moving rapidly to claw my way out. In a single moment, he sits up with ease, twists me around, and drops me over his lap.

"Massimo!" I hiss his name, still flipping my legs around and trying to grasp the sheets to pull myself up. Without listening to what I have to say, Massimo tugs my pants down. Fear strikes my heart, almost sending my mind back to the abyss but his palm connects with my a*s cheek, jolting me out of the trance.

An involuntary gasp leaves my mouth, almost sounding like a whimper. The sting of the spank spreads in my butt, making me go absolutely still in his lap.

"Is this how you repay someone who let you sleep in his bed?" He scoffs playfully, his fingers rubbing the spot he spanked just now.

My mind remains still, as I try to process my thoughts. But I doubt that I am even thinking. I can only focus on the sensation of his rough fingers on the bare skin of my butt as I lay in his lap, blinking at the sheets.

Suddenly, my world shifts again. He pulls my pants up, and sits me in his lap, making me straddle him.

Our gazes meet. A frown settles between my brows. I am confused. Why am I not panicking right now?

"I should thank you?" My nose scrunches. "You locked me in the bathroom. Do you even realize what that did to me? I was so scared and-"

I halt, as his hands rest on my b**t, tuggling me near his front. Why am I telling him all that?

"Are you scared of the dark?" Massimo questions, tilting his head to the right and searching my nervous eyes for an answer.

"Massimo, that's not---"

"Lie and I will lock you up in the dungeon this time." His eyes flash golden, pushing me to an abrupt halt.

My confusion grows. I press my lips together while waiting for a panic attack. My body is trembling lightly but the fear is not as intense as I thought it would be.

"I am still waiting for an answer, Kitten." His fingers brush my bangs away, as he keeps his eyes on me, still and neutral.

The heat of his fingers brings my attention to his hand. Is this how we ended up having sex that night? He touched me gently, and I didn't object.

When he is not forcing me, or grabbing me roughly, I don't find myself running from him.C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

What's so special about him?

His deep eyes mesmerize me, numbing a part of my brain that is supposed to be my voice of reasoning.

"I am- - -scared of the dark. " I whisper, the truth slipping from my mouth. "I was so scared last night. It felt like my heart would stop at any moment."

A moment of silence passes between us. His fingers caress the corner of my mouth. I freeze, still waiting for my usual reaction only to realize that the sparks have taken over the fear.

"I will keep that in mind. You will not face darkness again." He rasps, releasing his hold over me.

"What's with this sudden change? What are you plotting?" I blink nervously.

A grin stretches across his thick lips, causing a skip in my heartbeat. "Your fiancé told me that you only love to fuck him. I intend to tell him that you are addicted to your husband's cock from now on. For that to happen, I should treat you nicely, right? The grin across his lips suddenly comes off as demonic. Without delaying for a moment, I get down from his lap and sprint away before he can grab me.

His wicked laughter follows me until I am locked in my room, still reeling with a pounding heart and hot ears.