His Mafia Prince
Chapter 47: Don’t Hurt Me

Chapter 47: Don’t Hurt Me

(SASHA)

This is insane. I am insane.

The arrangement between me and Tyler was temporary. It was supposed to be temporary, but as it seems, being inside of him and claiming him clearly messed up my head. My instincts are raging. Every primal urge in me kicked into overdrive the minute he breached the subject of leaving.

He’s looking at me as if I’ve grown three heads. He’s not far off, however. I have lost my mind. I can’t bear the thought of him leaving, especially not now.

"You aren’t going anywhere," I say again, possessiveness licking through me like flames.

He looks confused as ever and his cheeks are flushed pink. He looks so pretty even when he’s lost his mind. "Sasha, listen―"

Grabbing his arm, I drag him back to the car. I pull the door open with all my might. "Get in," I bark harshly.

"But Sasha―"

"Get in the fucking car. Now."

He looks frightened but I don’t care about that now. He obeys, and I slam the door shut. I go round the car, and suddenly my skin is so tight. Even my tie. I loosen it as soon as I get into the driver’s seat.

I don’t like these possessive emotions boiling inside of me now. I’m anything but possessive, especially with omegas. But the thought of Tyler running away makes me see literal red. I start the car. I feel Tyler’ gaze stuck on me. I feel his uneasiness. "Don’t talk to me now," I growl. "Don’t fucking say a word to me, Tyler."

He hugs himself watching me wearily. I’m glad however that he listened because I don’t know how to control myself when I get this angry. I’d rather not talk to him until I’ve at least calmed down. The rest of the drive is silent and tense. He doesn’t talk to me.

I need to calm down. I need to figure out what this absurd reaction is. Whatever the hell is going on inside of me, it needs to stop.

A few minutes later, we reach the gates of my home and drive through. I go round the fountain and park beside it. Tyler is smart enough to wait for me to go around and open his door. I’m glad he does that because if he tried opening the door and hurt into the house, I have a feeling it would have triggered my prey drive.

I keep my hand on the small of his back as we head into the house. I notice that some guests have already arrived and they are chatting in small groups enjoying the champagne.

I walk Tyler upstairs, schooling my face and smiling tightly at some guests as we head up. There’s nothing else I can think of except to inhale Tyler’s scent. To taste him. I want to control and dominate him. I need him to stop thinking or even talking about leaving me.

When we reach our bedroom door, I push him inside and lock the door behind me. He hurries away from me, his eyes wide with fear."

"What the hell is going on with you, Sasha?"

I go around him, my body still tight and stiff. I have a feeling that my claws would sprout out the tip of my fingers if our kind still shifted. I heave, my breath shaky. "Stop talking about leaving me, Tyler." I give him a stern warning. "Don’t."

He watches me warily. "Okay," he whispers.

I swipe my palm over my face, wiping away the sweat. I notice how he stiffens when I move closer to him. I press my face to his neck and inhale deeply and when his scent soaks my nerves, I feel a bit calmer. I run my hand up and down his back.

"Don’t fucking try to run," I warn. My insides are churning. My dick grows hard when I take another long shaky inhale of his scent. I don’t know how but it calms me down. My rage is softening. Easing. I press a soft kiss at the side of his neck then nip at the soft skin and when he moans, I lose it. I groan, my lust responding to his moans.

I feel his little fingers grab my hand. He is sweaty. I must have terrified the life out of him.

"Don’t hurt me," he whispers.

I nod, my breathing getting even. I bite my jaw. I feel myself calming down, the anger and hunger I had fading slowly. I squeeze his hand. "Give me... a...a minute. It’s passing, I think."

"Okay," he says softly and I feel his body tremble.

I feel bad for frightening him. He is scared. I’ve never really cared about scaring anyone in my life, but seeing him this scared bugs me. In my defence, I couldn’t help it either. The fact that I’m the reason he is like this eats at me. He’s not supposed to be afraid of me. He should feel safe around me. I’m’ his alpha.

I can’t blame him anyway.

Minutes later when I figure that I can safely move away from him, I do. I go and sit at the edge of the bed. He slides down the wall and sits on the floor. His face is shiny with sweat and he is flushed. He looks at me, with concern etched all over his face. "What happened?"

I shake my head. "I don’t know. I... I just couldn’t bear the thought of you leaving."

"Alright," he says softly, looking confused. I know he is dying to remind me that our arrangement was to last for just five years, then he’d be free. But he is smart. He doesn’t.

I shut my eyes and hear a rustle as he gets to his feet. When I notice that he is close to me, I open my eyes. It surprises me. I thought that he would leave for the door. I’m more surprised when he brings his hand to my cheek, stroking it lightly.

"Is it because you claimed me?" his voice is softer than usual.

"Tyler," I caution him. "Don’t tease me."

He shakes his head lightly. "I’m not teasing." His voice is coaxing. So sweet. So submissive. It sounds like music to my ears. I could listen to him talk to me this way all day, so long as he doesn’t mention that word leaving. He can’t leave me. He already ruined me. How can I let him leave?

My brows furrow disbelievingly.

"You were so possessive of me. So angry."

"I’m sorry."

"Don’t be," he says. "No one’s ever been that possessive of me, ever."

"Never?" I look up at him.

"No. You really don’t want me to leave? You can’t handle the thought of me leaving?"

"No, Tyler. I can’t."

He laughs softly then holds my gaze.

His gaze, his beautiful eyes make my breathing pick up. He shrugs out of his jacket and slowly unzips his pants. My dick is throbbing so hard it is pressing on my zipper. I watch in utter shock as he rids himself if his slacks and remains with only his dress shirt then straddles me. His slender fingers push into my hair and I shiver at his touch. I can smell his arousal.

"What are you doing, Ty―"