His Mafia Prince
Chapter 28: You Don’t Know Me

Chapter 28: You Don’t Know Me

(SASHA)

A line forms between his brows. "That’s none of your business."

"It isn’t. You’re the one saying you have no secrets yet you have a huge one that grows daily." My gaze falls to his stomach and I smirk.

"Haha. Very funny." He snickers dramatically.

Once again, I notice how he circles his belly, almost as if he is protective of it. He denies it all the time, but I think he’s lying about caring for the baby. Of course, he will instinctively protect it. He’s a omega. But perhaps he isn’t sure whether to go through with the abortion. My bet is he cares about the baby. "I don’t think you really want to get rid of that baby."

"I don’t care what you think. You’re wrong."

"I doubt I am."

"Stop acting like you know me, Sasha." He says in a clipped voice.

"Well, I know a lot about you."

"What you know about me is all superficial stuff that people can see if they care to look. What you don’t know is my heart. You have no idea what bothers me or what I care about or don’t. You don’t know what matters to me and what doesn’t. This child doesn’t matter to me."

I don’t bother to argue because I don’t believe him. Maybe he just doesn’t want to get attached to the baby. He doesn’t want to care about it. It will probably make things harder when push comes to shove. I know he cares about it even if he hates the father.

He walks to a nearby branch and plucks a rose. I’m sure he is doing that because he wants to avoid the conversation. However, when a thorn pricks his finger, he hisses. He drops the bloom then brings his finger to his mouth and sucks the bead of the bright red blood. Holding my gaze, he flushes.

I bend over and pick the rose, twirling it between my fingers as I watch him suck the tip of his.

It is then that the thoughts of him sucking other things come to me. My gut clenches with lust. We hold each other’s gaze for a few suspended seconds then I move closer to him. I tuck his hair behind his ear and tuck the flower right above it.

"It looks good on you."

"There you go, mocking me again." He says.

"No, I’m not."

A gentle breeze flutters through the trees. The forest air is crisp and fresh. I inhale Tyler’s sweet scent. It is so intoxicating that I want to close my eyes and drown in it, but I know better than to show him too much too soon.

Other guys might look silly with flowers tucked behind their ears, but he looks the exact opposite. He’s even more appealing to look at.

It occurs to me that I want to kiss him. It would be so easy to close that distance. To pull him against me. To finally get a taste of his lips. I feel my mouth water at the very thought.

The way he takes an instinctive step back tells me that he saw something in my eyes. The lust is getting harder and harder to hide the more I spend time around him. This only started as a simple thing but I’m afraid it’s growing into something else. I like him. I love him. And I definitely don’t want to scare him away.

"I think we should head back now." He says.

His voice. It’s so sweet, so submissive. It stirs something fierce inside of me. I want to hear my name on those lips. I want to leave my mark on his soft skin. I want the whole world to know Tyler belongs to me.

With effort, I drag my mind back from the gutter. I realise that I was staring, and my desire was plain on my face.

"What?" I clear my throat. "Why? You don’t enjoy my company?" I say hoarsely.

I want to touch him. I’m dying with the need to tug him close and taste him. The fact that he seems uneasy only fuels my need and makes me want him more. I’m dying to know how he tastes, or even how I taste inside his lips. All manner of lusty thoughts is taking over now, none of which I can control.

Does he sense the hunger in my voice? I wonder. Part of me hopes he does. Part of me is ashamed because I can’t control myself.

He glances around then back at me. I can tell he has no idea which direction to take because there isn’t any clear-cut path that leads back to the house. But I know the way out because I played in this forest for decades and sometimes, I still come here for a walk.

If he tried to leave without me, it’s obvious he would get lost. He needs me to show him the way out. He depends on me. Part of me wants to use that to my advantage and perhaps worm a kiss out of him. Or more. Who knows?

Control yourself.

It takes every ounce of willpower to stop myself. Even though I’m dying to pounce on him, I don’t want to do anything that may spook him. I can’t toy with him just yet. I need him.We aren’t married. I need this marriage.

I don’t want to scare him too soon because he might be forced to run away, and I’m not sure I’ll find another omega. I doubt I’ll even want another omega who isn’t Tyler.

The time is limited. Father is frail, and anything can happen. So, I’m going to be disciplined and tread more carefully with Tyler.

"Come on, this way. If you’ve grown tired of this place, follow me."

Tyler hesitates for a bit then follows me as I head in the direction leading us out of the woods. We walk in silence and I hear little branches crackle under his weight. I hear his sharp little pants. I’m hyper-aware of every sound now.

Even the way he breathes intoxicates me, and I’m tempted to turn because I can’t keep my focus. The urge to sweep him into my arms and carry him effortlessly the rest of the way is nearly overwhelming. But I resist.

He needs to see me as more than just a dominant alpha driven by just instincts.

I glance back frequently, taking in the sight. His delicate features, his soft curves, his eyes, everything about him calls to my utmost primal instincts. Mine to provide for. Mine to protect. Mine to claim.

Mine.

I shake my head slightly to dispel the thoughts, but my body is thrumming with awareness of his proximity, and it’s making it difficult for me to focus on anything else. What am I supposed to do with myself now?

Very soon, I’ll have Tyler. I’ll make him mine, and I’ll breed him.

The thought alone makes my pants tight. I will make it happen. I don’t care that it wasn’t part of our original plan. Hell, I don’t care about anything now. I just have to make him trust me first.

I will have a taste of his blood on my tongue as I knot him just like I did in my dreams. I’ll make him beg for my bite.

When I claim him, everything will be done right. My omega deserves nothing less. But until then, I have to behave.