Chapter 131 – Hiding the Alphas Baby Novel Free (Layla & Alexander) by Author Lia

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If this is sex, so explosive, so warm, so dirty, then I get why everyone is crazy about it.

I feel addicted to the way his rough hands explore my skin, the way his masculine body rolls over mine, and the way he takes me, as if I belong to him alone.

Massimo’s pace is relentless again, and this time I find myself sniffling and writhing under him. I want him to stop, but the moment he slows down, I feel like I am going to burst without his cock inside me.

“Oh, Goddess. “I moan, trying to stay conscious and feel every stroke of his cock.

“Not Goddess. It’s me, Kitten. I am the one making you feel so good with my cock. Say my name.” His hand grips the side of my head.

My teary eyes snap open and meet his gaze. He is watching me, taking in my reaction to his thrusts, to the way he takes me so hard.

“Massimo. ” I murmur, and I find myself going over the edge again.

It’s the third time. My head rolls back, and my limbs slacken. A tear rolls down my eyes and slips in my hair before I hear Massimo cursing out loud. He kisses the corner of my eye, licking the saltiness that clings there.

“All fucking mine.” He grunts, thrusting his cock so deep inside me, that I cry out once more. The bed rattles with the force of his pounding but he pays no mind to it.

Hot liquid shoots inside me, warming up my insides with his cum. Instead of pulling out, Massimo grunts, and rolls his hips forward.

“Take all my cum, Kitten.” He whispers, panting against my ear.

I blink, my weak hands lowering to his biceps. He drops over me, the weight of his body pushing me into the mattress as his cock pulses inside me.

“So fucking good.” Massimo murmurs, pulling out halfway before thrusting in slowly, riding us both on the remnant of pleasure.

My spine arches tiredly, my eyes half drooping with exhaustion.

I have done it. I had sex with Massimo and I will never forget a moment of it again.

Massimo’s arms run up and down my shaking thighs. I am still spread for him, and he shows no signs of moving away from me.

“It’s all fine, Kitten.” Massimo murmurs, kissing my neck and inhaling my scent. “You did great. It was the best fuck of my fucking life.”

My breath catches at the praise. I try to tighten my grip on him but my fingers have grown too weak.

Did he praise me like this the last time we did it? My heated body warms some more at the thought and I squeeze my eyes shut.

I hate myself for not remembering.

Massimo stays atop me for as long as I stay awake. Eventually, I give into the exhaustion and fall asleep under him, enjoying the way his huge body covers mine or the way his hands caress my body, soothing me, trying to get me down from the high.

Sometime later, I find him pulling out of me. I wince, still groggy and sleepy. I can’t open my eyes, but I can feel him thrusting his fingers inside me, pushing his leaking cum back into my hole.

“I don’t feel like cleaning you. I want you to keep my cum in this cute pussy. “I hear him mutter to himself before I drift back into sleep.

The next time, I am startled by a warm, wet cloth between my legs. He slowly wipes my sore entrance, and thighs before I feel him pushing his cum inside me again with his two fingers.

The third time, I feel aware of my surroundings when I sense his arms wrapping around me and my body getting pulled into his chest.

As if I am used to it, I give in and find comfort in his arms. His lips press to my forehead, and he whispers something I can no longer make sense of.

AYLA

I groan, shifting onto my back and opening my eyes. My body aches in strange places.

My eyes stare at the familiar ceiling. It looks to be Massimo’s room back home. The sheets over me also smell like him.

Confused, I glance to my right and find him sitting on the bed, his back facing me. He is wearing a black suit, and his hands are busy fixing his cufflinks.

The memories from last night pour in one after another. My cheeks heat, and I pull the sheets to my chin.

I had sex with him. It felt so- – -good. My lips pucker out. Oh, Goddess.

What now?

How did I seduce him and throw myself at him numerous times?

“You slept for half the day. I was wondering if you have slipped into a coma. ” Massimo’s deep voice fills the space.

“You tired me out- – – ” I blurt, and squeeze my eyes shut the next moment.

Such a good way to embarrass myself more.

I can sense him shifting in the bed. The heat of his gaze warms my face, making me pull the sheets higher, to my nose.

“What’s with you and Cassian?” He asks.

My hands freeze. I open my eyes and meet his gaze. It’s different from last night. He is cold now.

My heart sinks as I lower the sheets back to my chin and squeal. “what about Cassian and me?

“That’s what I am asking, Kitten? What is Cassian to you?” He blinks, emotionless but dangerous.

Unconsciously, I gulp and avert my gaze. Why is he asking me that right now?

“I will only ask once and I want you to be honest.” Massimo says, in a low voice. “do you have a thing for Cassian?

My guts twist and I utter right away. “No.”

I can never have a thing for someone like Cassian.

“Look at me.” His fingers land on my chin, sending a wave of sparks down my back and he forces me to look his way.

“I despise him. “I end up blurting, giving away what I truly feel.

Massimo stares at me, with those deep and assessing eyes. It does something to my heart, makes it beat faster, and harder in my chest.

“Why?” The next question is heavier than the last.

My hands clench around the sheet as I lower my gaze to the open collar of his shirt. I don’t want to start panicking. I don’t want to think about what Cassian used to do.

“You were engaged to him. Even after knowing he is not your fated mate, you- – –

“I would have killed myself before mating with him, Massimo.” I interrupt him impulsively.

His fingers stiffen over my chin. He pulls his hand away and turns his back to me.

“Why?” Massimo repeats the question. ” what did he do to you?’

It seems like I am treading on a thin layer of ice. He sounds threatening, not towards me, but towards Cassian.

My eyes water, and my chin wobbles. “I- – -can not tell you right now. Don’t ask me.

Massimo glances at me from over his shoulder, regarding me cooly but thoughtfully.

“Did he put his hands on you like the fucker from last night?” His next words have me flinching in my spot.

I open my mouth, try to deny it, but fail miserably. I should lie. I should tell Massimo a story.

But as he stares into my teary eyes, I find myself tongue-tied. I can not bring myself to lie to him. “He liked to- – -make fun of my weakness. “I mumble, my cheeks burning with humiliation.

“Which is? “A frown settles between his brows.

I need to come up with something to get out of this helpless situation.

“You want me to tell you everything?” I choke out.

Massimo only blinks. I nod at him.

“If you want me to tell you everything myself, Massimo, you should tell me why you hate my Dad so much.”

His shoulders go taut under his fitted suit. Our gazes lock, his eyes filling with ice. The air shifts and the little connection between us dies.

“You can’t, can you?” I whisper, my heart twisting inside my chest. ” is it because you don’t want me to know or because you can’t voice it out?”

Putting your past into words makes it real again. People say you must share your pains if you want to heal but they never talk about how hard it is to share those pains, or about the people who caused pain, or the incident that changed your life forever.

It’s like you must admit that something happened to you and now, you are broken.

That’s why it’s easier to pretend that you are fine. As long as you can.

Massimo doesn’t say anything, but his eyes tell me everything I need to know. We are similar. I don’t think he ever shared his pain or voiced out what has his heart in a vice.

“I know you can not bring yourself to talk about it even if you want to. ” Unconsciously, my voice softens and my hand reaches out to his hand placed on the bed. Our fingers brush, and the sparks take away the agony that makes my spine tingle.

“Just like that- – -I find it hard to speak about it, Massimo. It’s hard to acknowledge that I am not the happy girl I like to pretend. If I voice it all out, there will be no way left for me to take it back, to hide myself again. “I utter and take my hand back.

Massimo is there, watching me but I turn my back on him. If I keep looking into those coaxing eyes, I might end up giving all my secrets away.

I don’t want that. Not to the man who is my nemesis.

For a long time, he stays there, unmoving and staring at my back. There is this odd feeling in my chest that wants me to turn back around and embrace him.

Maybe, people who are alike can fix each other. But ‘maybe’ is too much of a risk. I can not afford to get my heart crushed again or this time, I will never get back on my feet.

“Your Dad, Alexander Alvarez- – -” Massimo whispers quietly, and rises from the bed.

My heart clenches, my ears waiting, and my body rigid.

“Your Dad killed my parents.”

After dropping that bomb, Massimo leaves but I find my ground slipping from beneath my body.