His Mafia Prince
Chapter 36: A Little Too Aware

Chapter 36: A Little Too Aware

(TYLER)

Minutes later, we finish eating and place our plates on the cart. Sasha wheels it out into the hallway. His eyes are droopy, probably from the wine. Or maybe he just feels sleepy. I’m not, however. Im wound up.

Ever since I learnt about him requesting dinner planned in our room, I couldn’t stop worrying about what would ensue after dinner. When I stepped out of the bathroom and found him unbuttoning his shirt, a creepy thought came to my mind. That he would try something.

But he didn’t. He hasn’t so far.

"I need to shower." He says, unbuttoning the rest of his buttons.

"Alright." I swallow thickly, careful to not look too closely at his bare torso. He looks great and judging by his defined abs and bulging biceps, I can tell that he’s been working out. It is now that I notice he has tattoos far up his arms, ones that I couldn’t have noticed even when he rolled up his sleeves.

"You can look." He says, and I flush. I must have been too obvious for him to notice me gawking. "You don’t have to be worried."

"I’m not," I say, trying to not sound awkward. I glance at the bed. "So how does this work? There’s only one bed."

"The bed is big enough. We can share it."

"What?" I blurt out, eyeing him suspiciously.

"For fuck’s sake Tyler I’m not trying to fuck you. I’ve been sleeping in the study since my father died and my back is killing me. I’d very much appreciate a real bed right now."

I glance at a couch just across the room. "I’ll take the couch, it looks comfy."

He sighs and his shoulders drop. He gestures at my stomach. "You’re pregnant."

"I’m aware."

"I can’t let you take the couch. Im not that much of an asshole."

"It’s my choice. You didn’t make me do it. I’m offering." In truth, I don’t look forward to taking the sofa. I know it is as uncomfortable as it gets. But it’s weird sharing a bed with him. After all, I’ve slept in places way worse.

He scratches the back of his neck. "Shit. Alright, I’ll take the couch."

Guilt eats at me knowing he’s truly tired and needs a proper rest. "No, it’s alright."

"Is it? Get on the bed."

"No, I’m now guilty. I don’t want to."

He facepalms himself. "Get on the damn bed, Tyler. I’ll be fine."

It’s hard to believe Sasha, especially with the all outrageous things he’s done to me. Why is he suddenly concerned about my comfort? He’s even insisting that I take the bed. It makes no sense. "Why are you suddenly being nice?"

"I don’t know. Letting you take the couch in your condition just feels wrong."

I gaze at him for a few suspended seconds. "Fine then, we can both sleep on the bed."

He narrows his eyes. " you feared for your virtue just a few minutes ago."

"It isn’t fair that I let you take the couch when I’m the one with the problem." I move to the far end of the bed. "It’s huge."

"Of course it is. And I’m no rapist." He says, tugging at the hem of his boxers. "Look away if you don’t want to see my dick."

I turn away, a sudden heat rushing up my cheeks. "You’re not going to sleep naked, are you?"

"Don’t you want me to?" He snickers.

"Very funny." I sigh. "It’s a fair question."

"Why, because all mobsters like to sleep naked?"

"You look like you like sleeping naked."

"Yeah, Tyler. Whatever." He shrugs. "I’m going to take a shower." He says before disappearing into the bathroom.

When the water begins to run, I pull the duvet and cover my ears. I sigh. It’s hard to not picture what he looks like naked now that he’s in the shower. I like how his perfectly chiselled abs dip into the hem of his boxers. His torso is manly perfection. Pure male deliciousness.

Of course, I hate him as a person. But even then, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to nib and suck on his tanned skin. My body trembles and I squeeze my eyes shut. A shiver runs through my spine and ends at my dick. It’s throbbing even. If this is just his torso driving me crazy, what of his thighs? His ass? Is he cut or not?

Stop thinking about Sasha’s cock.

I shake my head, trying to dismiss my pervy thoughts.

Minutes later, the water stops running and Sasha steps out of the shower. I take a peek, hoping that he doesn’t notice me. He is wearing black silk boxers and a white T-shirt. I’ve never seen him in any clothes apart from suits. He looks incredible in suits, but this version of him makes me needy.

The thin material of his shirt is stretched over his muscles. Tanned sinewy thighs swell at the hem of his boxers. My cock is throbbing hard at his sight, and I can’t seem to shake it off. He is pure, raw masculinity.

He is exactly what I like to see.

"You’re awake." He says.

"Yes," I grunt.

"I like to sleep with the windows open. I hope it won’t bug you."

"No, it’s alright. I don’t think it will."

He goes to the window and slides it open a little. He draws in a long breath of fresh air and stares out the window. I can’t help wondering if he is thinking about Dylan. Is he thinking about him? Does he wish were here so could fuck him? I feel a pang of jealousy rise in my gut. It shocks me why I’m jealous and I try to shake it off.

What do I care if he enjoyed fucking him? He’s not my alpha.

He sighs and joins me in the bed. The mattress bounces under his weight as he gets under the covers. "You know...maybe I should be the one worrying about my virtue." He sounds amused for reasons I don’t understand.

"Excuse me?"

"Someone told me omegas get really horny when pregnant. How do I know you won’t try and pounce on me in my sleep?"

"You’re sick in the head, Sasha." I sigh. "Your jokes are lame, do people actually laugh at them?"

"They do." He laughs. "And if they don’t, I have them killed." He punches his pillow then lays on it with a satisfied grunt.

A few minutes pass in silence. I can tell he isn’t asleep yet by the way he is breathing. Im somewhat annoyed that my cock doesn’t want to go down after seeing him. It’s funny because he wasn’t wrong about omegas getting horny. At this level, the sight of a glazed doughnut borderline arouses me.

"Thanks for being kind to my mother." He says, startling me from my haze.

Of all the things I had imagined he could tell me now, this was the last I expected. " Oh...uhm, it’s alright. I like her."

"She likes you too. She’s always wanted a little girl." He says affectionately.

His comments irks me, and I sit up. "Excuse me, do I look like a little girl to you?"

"No." He laughs. "Shit. Sorry. That came out wrong."

"Why then would you tell me she always liked a little girl after spending time with me?"

"No, Tyler. I just meant it was nice of you to accompany her shopping." He sits up too.

"You mean like a little girl would?"

"No, Tyler." He sighs. "Forget about the little girl thing, okay? I didn’t mean it like that. I know you’re male, trust me. " he hesitates. "I’m a little too aware of that right now.