Claimed By The Dangerous Alpha King: Betrayed Luna Novel by Gorgeous Aliyah

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Laughter echoed through my mind as I thought about Kira’s effortless ability to make even the most mundane outfits look like they belonged on a runway. But my amusement was short-lived, as my thoughts quickly shifted to the chaos that was brewing inside me.

My mind was a mess, and it wasn’t just because of Kira’s perpetual snack-like status or Brax’s annoying habit of trailing behind her like a lost puppy. No, this time it was different. This time, it was about Mara.

I couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was off about her. At first, I thought it was just my imagination playing tricks. on me, but the more I thought about it, the more I became convinced that Mara was pregnant. I was sure of it. I knew a pregnant woman when I saw one.

But what didn’t make sense was why I hadn’t noticed it sooner. Had I been too distracted by Kira and Brax’s constant hovering to pay attention to the signs? Or had Mara been hiding it well, even from me?

I thought back to our conversations before I left, trying to recall if she had mentioned anything about feeling different or experiencing any unusual symptoms. But my mind came up blank.

As I sat there, lost in thought, I couldn’t help but wonder if Mara even knew she was pregnant.

My mind was a jumble of questions and doubts, and I knew I had to talk to Mara as soon as possible. I needed to know the truth, not just for my own sake but for hers as well.

As I sat there, lost in thought, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease wash over me. The possibility of Mara being pregnant was daunting, to say the least. I didn’t know if I was ready for marriage, let alone a child. The thought of being a father terrified me. I was still trying to figure out my own life, my own goals and aspirations. I wasn’t ready to take on the responsibility of raising another human being.

And Mara, she wasn’t ready either. She was not for to be a mother, at least not yet and a child needs at least one stable parent to turn out well. We weren’t ready to settle down, to take on the responsibilities that came with parenthood.

I was itching to get out of the house and clear my head with a jog. The tension had been building up inside me, and I needed a release. But just as I was about to head out the door, a maid walked in with a glass of juice and some biscuits on a tray.

“What are these?” I asked her, my irritation growing as she was slow to respond. I didn’t ask for room service, and I certainly didn’t need some unwanted snacks. I had been trying to avoid unnecessary interactions with the staff, and this felt like an invasion of my privacy.

“I just thought you would be hungry,” she said finally, her voice dripping with an awkward flirtation. “You haven’t been out in a while, and you haven’t had breakfast either.” She smiled at me, her eyes lingering on mine for a moment too long-

I raised an eyebrow, a little shocked by her forwardness. “I didn’t ask for this,” I said bluntly, trying to hide my annoyance from myself.

“Oh. I just thought it would be a nice gesture,” she said, her smile faltering for a moment before she recovered. “Would you like me to take it away?”

She was pretty obvious about her intentions and I guess a rough sex was also a form of exercise.

“No, it’s fine, Tsaid finally, waving my hand at the tray. “Just leave it there.”

She nodded and set the tray down on the table, her eyes lingering on me for a moment before she turned to leave. “Thank you,” I said wondering if she would leave but she didn’t.

“Do you want to f***k me?” I asked and she nodded eagerly like just asked if she wanted to be free. I wondered if she would even be happy to be free seeing how quickly she went on her knees.

She pulled my c***k free, before spitting in het hail, the sight of which I didn’t know what to think of but wasn’t mad about.

She hovered her hand inches above my swollen head, letting her spittle slowly stretch downwards “Promise you’re not going to tell anyone?” She smile smugly

“I promise.” I moaned frustratedly. “Now please, get to work before I change my mind

“Yes sir.” She growled throatily, wrapping her fingers around my swollen c****k. The sensation madle me twitch. My legs were starting to feel like rubber

She could tell that I needed relief and needed it quickly, so using her saliva as lubrication she started methodically pumping my shaft, no need to tease me more than she already had. I let out a deep, hungry moan as she worked, my breathing intensifying every time her hand finished its journey from the base to my purple throbbing tip. The girl was a f****g porn

She spat onto it’s head so she could continue gliding her hand up and down smoothly, focusing on my tip with rapid small strokes, causing my eyes to roll back into his head as I gritted my teeth.

“F*****k, you dirty girl!” I groaned approvingly as my head lolled back in ecstasy. As the maid continued to work my c***k. I realized that I wouldn’t be able to take much more of this.

“Stand up”” I commanded. She quickly complied as I rose from my chair, my legs wobbly beneath me. I grabbed hold of her arms, spinning her round to face away from me before pushing her down so she was bent over the desk she placed the food

Her thick, bouncy a** was up in my face, the tight leggings showing off every curve, and I quickly buried his fingers between her cheeks. I grabbed the thin material with his fingertips and started to pull. After a little resistance, they finally gave way, the sound of tearing fabric filling the room as she bit her lip and moaned loudly.

As I admired the uneven

pink, glistening p***year I had created in her clothing, I was greeted with the sight of her puckered little a**le and her

pink glistening p***y. She was all natural, with a tuft of black hair peeking out from the remnants of her leggings, the sight producing a lusty growl from my throat.

I pressed my c***k against her soft wet folds, rubbing it up and down covering my **k with her juices. A soft moan spilled from her lips, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk as she prepared to be split open.

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“You’ve been here with no panties on, cleaning my house,

Coming into my room to serve me food?” I sp***ked her a*** causing it to ji***le delightfully as she gasped in shock.

“f**k me please,” she replied, lust dripping from every word. “I’ve been a very bad little maid.”

She looked over her shoulder at me as I slid inside her. She was soaked and I went straight to the hilt, bottoming out inside her as her eyes fluttered. Her head dropped as she prepared to receive the pounding that was to come. I was going to **

the s***t out of her.

T hard no patience left as I began to f***k her with reckless abandon. The desk shook as I slammed into her over and over, her mans increasing in volume with every powerful thrust. Her whole body shook frgin the exertion, especially her a** as it rippled and j***led with every thrust. I could hear how wet she was as I took out all my frustration on her petite frame. She took it without complaint, getting wetter and wetter as her body was used.

Both of us were so pent up that it didn’t take long for both of us to reach the edge. She was the first to ***m, shrieking in ecstasy as her p*****y squeezed my c***k, milking it from within and waiting to feel herself get filled up with c***m. My entire body tensed as I grabbed Sylvia’s **oughly, before finally going over the edge. Weeks of backed up c****m exploded from deep within me, pumping into the wet, warm hole of this h***y a**maid. It seemed like I was never going to stop cu**ing as I twitched and convulsed.

*

We lay there for a little trying to catch our breaths.

I finally opened his eyes and took in the view in front of me. My desk was in disarray, papers and stationary sc**ed everywhere, including on the floor. My eyes settled on her rippel leggings, her juices making her soft skin shine as my seed started to drip out of her stretched hole.

1 grabbed pills from my drawer and made her swallow them. I couldn’t risk having a kid with a maid. At least not this maid.

“Clean this mess up before you leave.” I informed her as I stepped into the shower.