His Mafia Prince
Chapter 65: A Muse In His Feelings

Chapter 65: A Muse In His Feelings

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I hold two pairs of cufflinks, a diamond and a gold one as I glance nervously at the side of the bed where Sasha is sleeping. I slip them into the pocket of my jacket that hangs in the closet. Sasha has so many cufflinks, that I doubt he will even notice that some are missing. I feel guilty for stealing from him, but I’m desperate. I have no choice.

I’m running out of time.

I don’t see how Angelo will wait three weeks to tell Sasha about us. I have to get this baby out. I cannot go back to the streets pregnant. I can’t survive out in the streets with this pregnancy. I’ve tried to do things Sasha’s way, but I can’t terminate the pregnancy with my anaemia acting up. It’s even worse that Sasha knows my condition because he will never let me go through with the procedure in my state. I don’t have that time or luxury.

I don’t have money to pay for the procedure and since I can’t ask Sasha for it, the cufflinks will pay for it. I know of someone who will perform the procedure without giving a shit about my condition. He isn’t even a real doctor. He is just some quack who knows how to work his way around such cases.

His name is Mortus, which is a terrifying name but at this point, I honestly don’t care. I need help. Getting this baby out of my tummy is my top priority. At least then if Sasha kicks me out, I won’t have a baby in my hands who’ll drag me. I can go back and live the rest of my pathetic life peacefully if Sasha won’t have killed me by then. I have to be ready for what will happen when Angelo finally lets Sasha in on our little secret.

Compared to Sasha, Angelo is weaker. Which means he cannot destroy him. But he can destroy me. He can use me to destroy Sasha. I doubt he’ll let me be happy now that he thinks I ruined everything for him. Indeed, Angelo doesn’t know about my pregnancy, but Sasha does. That means if Angelo tells Sasha about our relationship, he will piece up the information immediately.

He isn’t the fool I’m playing him for.

Even if I manage to get rid of the baby, I know things still won’t be easy for me. Sasha will probably think I’m Angelo’s spy. Perhaps he will think that Angelo sent me to keep tabs on him and I’ve been fooling him all along. Every fragile bond we’ve built will shatter. He will feel betrayed and I can’t even begin to fathom what he will do to me when that happens.

I don’t see any possibility of him forgiving me. He might not even consider tossing me back in the streets. I might end up somewhere in a dungeon. Even if I’m back on the streets, I’m sure Angelo will be on the lookout for me. I won’t have Sasha’s protection anymore when he decides to come after me.

Once I’ve locked my treasure away safely, I return to the bed and slide under the sheets, careful enough to not startle Sasha. I turn and face him, studying his features. He looks so soft and peaceful in his sleep. Those gorgeous eyes of his aren’t here to distract me from studying the rest of his face. His lips are full and pout and I’m thirsty just looking at them. I feel strangely drawn to him and I inch closer.

My insides ache as I lean in to taste his lips, but I hesitate because then I might wake him up. Sasha has a lot of questions when he is awake, so I’d rather just let him sleep. When he is awake, he watches every step of mine trying to figure me out. I’m not even as complicated as he thinks I am. I’m just a lowly desperate omega trying to keep my head above the water.

When I lost it at Dr Nicholas’ office and snapped like a fucking lunatic, he let it slide. He forgave me. He was kind to me and even held me when I was on the brink of losing my mind. It’s very hard to avoid him when he keeps showing me such kind gestures. I wish I could hate him. Then, everything would be much easier.

I run a thumb along his lower lip and his eyes open. He catches me red-handed hovering around his lips and my face heats. I try to move away but he pulls me closer to him. My heart wants to jump out of my chest as he cradles on top of me, his eyes glittering with immense lust.

"W...wait," I whimper, trying to yank myself off his firm grip but failing because of how much I want him. It terrifies me.

He ignores me, lowering his head and leaning in. It’s almost suffocating how he always notices that I want him, and the idea that he knows it, that he can always figure out that I’m this way because I crave him. I gulp back every bit of emotion that I suspect sells me out, every bit that I can swallow to keep the façade intact, but I guess it’s too late for that now.

I hadn’t imagined that my subtle actions would drive him this fast.

A growl escapes him and his eyes turn feral. Hunger like I have never witnessed. I almost think that he was awake the whole time and was just pretending to be asleep. And then my world explodes when his lips touch mine, nothing soft about the contact this time. He parts my lips with his thumb and slides his tongue inside while his hands trail up my back.

He straddles me, pulling me to him as my legs go up around his waist a little too high to make the contact that we both crave. My head spins out of control at the feel of his strong body between my thighs. It’s overwhelming. Intoxicating. Provoking.

Perhaps this is all I need to calm my head.

He pulls me into his chest and my body churns. I crave his warmth more than anything right now. Without breaking the kiss., he positions me exactly where I was coming out of skin for him to be. I part my thighs to invite him because fucking is all I think of whenever he kisses me. The maddening sensation of feeling his hardness between my thighs sends a jolt of excitement through every last nerve in my body.

I run my hand down his bare back then push them under the band of his boxers. My palms cup his muscular ass as I moan into his mouth. He shoves his boxers down to his feet while nudging my thighs open. I wiggle beneath him, kicking my boxers off then we are just bare, hot skin against skin. I’m just as hard as he is. He plants a trail of kisses down my jaw to my throat and pauses briefly then licks the mark he gave me. My breath shudders.

"I want to have a taste again," he says, nipping at the bite.

The feel of my alpha on the mark he gave me makes my dick ache. "Bite me again," I whisper in his ear. "Bite me, Sasha. Fuck me."