My Angel

CHAPTER 12: BETRAYED OR NOT

Ayla's pov~

      My eyes slowly opened. My vision was still hazy from sleep and I closed my eyes again.
Turning to my side, I burrowed deeper under the soft covers.

"Hmm..." I groaned when my aching
muscles protested. I needed a break from working.

My bed moved, and knowing it was not from me, my eyes snapped open and I came face to face with Alessio. He was sitting on the bed, but leaning forward until his face was close to mine.

"Good morning," he said.

My eyes widened and I let out a scream. As I tried to scramble off the bed, the covers twisted around me in my haste and I ended up on the floor in a heap.

I stared up at him, my chest heaving. I was sure I looked frightened, while he seemed ready to pounce.
My head spun as the memories of the night before came crashing into my mind like never ending wild waves.

"Oh my God," I whispered, trying to
untangle myself from the covers.

When I was finally free, I stood up and took several steps away, trying to keep a safe distarnce between us.

"How could you?" I asked.

Alessio stood up and made an act of fixing his suit. He took his time, as if he was doing it on purpose to get me riled up and extend the suspense.
When he was done, he leveled me with a
blank stare.
"What do you mean?"

"You.." I stuttered as I tried to find words.
He gave you an orgasm, a voice said in my mind. Against my wishes, I screamed back, horrified by the thought.

"I what?" His voice broke through my
thoughts. I looked up to see him moving
toward me, his steps purposeful.

"You." His body was so close to mine that his heat enveloped me.

"What is it?" Alessio asked as he bent down slightly so we were eye level.
I swallowed but didn't answer.

"Say it," he urged.
Shaking my head, I tried to take a step
back but his arms shot out and were instantly wrapped around my waist, pulling me close.

"I want you to say it. Tell me. What did I do last night?" he whispered, his lips dangerously close to mine. Placing both hands on his chest, I tried to shove him away from me but he didn't even move an inch.

"Mr. Ivanshov, please let me go,"I begged,
struggling in his arms, desperate to free
myself. His arms tightened around my waist.

"Oh, kitten, I think we should leave the pleasantries behind now." Leaning forward so that his lips were next to my ear, he continued,

"After what I did to you last night, I think we should stick with Alessio." He finished his sentence with a nip on my earlobe and I jumped at his sudden touch.

"Okay. Alessio, please let go of me." I said trying avoid his glaring eyes

"I will when you tell me what I did to you
last night. Say it," he muttered in a husky tone. He was trying to embarrass me. How heartless could he be? He was a monster.

Alessio leaned his face into my neck and
when I felt his warm lips on my cold skin, I shivered and went limp against him. Only his arms were holding me upright.

He placed wet kisses on my neck. Biting
and then sucking at the tortured skin.
His lips drew wet trails on the length on my neck.

Shaking my head, I brought my hands to
his hair and pulled hard until his face was not buried in my neck anymore.

"Fuck," Alessio swore loudly as l continued pulling.

His head snapped up and he slowly stood to his full height until he was towering over me. He went rigid, his arms like a band of steel round my waist.