His Mafia Prince
Chapter 201: Fiesty Little Omega

Chapter 201: Fiesty Little Omega

(WESLEY)

I scowl. "Justin is just a friend. I already told you."

"You told me a lot of things, Wes. And most of them are lies." He turns to face away from me.

I hurry around him so that he can stop walking or run into me. "Jericho, why are we here? In this room staying together? Why?"

"Would you rather I take you straight to Sasha, huh?" He is trying so hard to be mad, cold and angry. But he can’t stop looking at my lips.

I move closer to him and he stiffens. "No, of course not. I don’t want to fight with you. I missed you, Jericho. Didn’t you miss me?"

He shakes his head.

"If that were true, then you wouldn’t be so mad at me. I move even closer. "Touch me, Jericho. Please. I want you to."

A shudder ripples through him and he lets out a shaky breath. "You’ve already done enough damage, Wesley. Stop."

"I don’t want to damage you. I...I" I whisper, sliding my arms around him. "I want to heal you. Let me."

He holds on both my arms as though he is going to push them off, but he doesn’t. Instead, his hands move along and cup my elbows. "Stop."

"Great. I hate this stony, cold version of you. I want the alpha that knotted me back. The one who took what he wanted. Where’s that alpha gone to?"

"I didn’t bring you here for this if that’s what you’re thinking." He rasps.

"Liar." I look straight into his eyes as I slide my hands down to cup his pass. We are both hard and I feel a bit out of control. All I know is that If I don’t push Jericho enough, he is going to stay in that cold hard shell of his, and I don’t want that. I want his undivided attention and his body all to me tonight. It could even be the last time that I have him to myself.

He swallows loudly. "I’m not lying."

"You could have gotten two beds if you didn’t want this." I push myself up and press my lips to his. He pretends to resist at first until I slide my tongue between his lips. He groans then sucks onto my seeking tongue. Then his hands begin to roam my body.

I pull away for a moment. "That’s it, Jericho. Take me. Take what you want. I like it when you are like this. Be the alpha you are."

"Fucking little tease." He says as he unzips my pants.

"I’m not teasing you." I moan, helping to push my jeans down. I step on them to help yank my legs out. Then I reach over to undo his dress pants.

He bats my hands away and instead, he pulls my T-shirt over my head. He then runs his hungry gaze over my body. For a moment, I’m scared that he will notice my pregnancy, but then again, I remember that it is not showing yet. My jeans fit a little tighter around my waist, but I don’t think it’s something anyone would notice. He steps up to me, holding my gaze as he cups my balls. My dick is hard as steel and is aching as he rubs his fingers over my tender balls.

"You want me to fuck you, Wes? He whispers against my ear and I feel the heat of his breath against my skin. "You really need me?"

"Yes. Yes, I need you." I shiver, wishing he would hurry up and undress as fast as I did. It’s been a full fucking month without him. I’ve been miserable, wishing that he was there with me to touch me, feel me, comfort me even. I need him now more than ever. "I never faked anything with you, Jericho. I promise."

"No? Just your name and who you were. Nothing too big, right?" he says gruffly as he pulls back and studies me. Then he wraps his palm around my shaft, sliding them up and I moan loudly. "You like that?"

I nod fast. "Please, Jericho."

"Please what?" a little evil smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he gives my cock another agonizingly sweet and form stroke.

"Please fuck me." I shiver. My body is so hot, I almost feel feverish, like I could burst any minute now. "Ah, Jericho."

He steps away from me. "Get on the bed, Wes."

I do as he says. I crawl up the bed and he comes closer to me. He leans over me, sniffing on my neck as I crawl up the bed, clothes still on.

"Grab the headboard." He whispers softly in my ear."

I obediently do what he asks and grab on the wrought iron bars of the bed. I lower my head and arch my back, sticking out my ass for him. Slick drips out of my hole like a faucet and my whole body is on fire as I wait for him to join me. "Jericho, please hurry."

He chuckles then the next thing I hear is a loud click as he slips handcuffs onto my wrists. I glance up, looking confused just in time to see him attach the other side of the cuffs to the headboard.

"What are you doing?" I scowl, yanking my hands against the metal cuffs. "I’m not really a chains and whips person, Jericho."

He straightens and moves away from the bed. "I’m just making sure that you won’t run away again while I go have a nice stiff drink."

"Wait." I yelp. "Why? You’re leaving?"

"Well," he shrugs. "There is nothing to drink in this room."

"Jericho," I huff. "You can’t leave me like this!"

"Oh, but I can." He finishes speaking and then goes to check on the door when he hears a knock. "Must be the food."

I freeze. "What are you doing, Jericho?" Embarrassment eats at me. "Don’t... don’t open the door."

He ignores me as though he didn’t hear what I just said.

I can’t see properly over my shoulder, but I make another male’s voice. I also hear the sound of a rattling food cart being pushed into the room. My face heats as a poker when I realise that the guy has a perfect view of my bare ass.

I clench my jaw, wishing that the guy could just walk away faster and that the embarrassment would end. But the humiliation isn’t quick. Jericho makes a point of engaging the toom service guy in a long boring conversation about the weather. The guy doesn’t talk much, but I notice that he laughs nervously a lot. When Jericho makes his way to the door again, the guy can’t seem to make his way out of the room fast enough.

The door shuts and I growl. "What the fuck was that about, Jericho?"

"What?" he asks innocently as if he doesn’t realise what he has just done. "I’m sorry, did you want to say goodbye to him? I didn’t think that you were big on goodbyes."

"Why would you do that?" I grumble, struggling against the cuffs. "This is bullshit, Jericho. Get me out of these."

He returns to me with a plate of sliced fruit and cubed cheese then places it against the headboard directly below my head. "I figured this might be easier to eat without your hands."

"You arrogant jerk, get me out of these right this minute. Have you lost your damn mind?" I yell frustratedly. "You can’t just cuff me to the fucking bed, Jericho."

"Seems to me like I can. I mean, I just did." He sounds so smut and he’s grating on my last fucking nerve. I kick out at him, but unfortunately, I miss. He moves away from the bed. "Wow, such a violent feisty little omega."

"Goddamn it, Jericho. Get me out of these. I mean it. You can’t just lock me like this. My arms hurt." It’s not a lie. My arms are actually aching from this awkward position.

"You’ll be fine. You can just slide the cuffs lower on the headboard. Eat then sleep. Don’t wait up for me. I’ll be late. I’m in the mood to party tonight." He lets out then I hear the sound of the door closing.

"Jericho," I shout. "You better get back in here and uncuff me." I grimace when I realise that I yelled loud enough that the whole hotel could hear me. I groan and look down at the plate in front of me. It is then that I notice that Jericho arranged the contents on the plate into a smiley face. "I’m going to fucking kill him when he gets back," I mumble to myself in frustration.

I slowly drag the cuffs down the metal bed rails until they rest almost at level with the mattress. Then I lower my body and groan with relief when it actually releases a little pressure off my arms. I’m able to turn on my side. I stare across the room. The sun’s rays filter through the lace curtains.

Just how long does Jericho intend to leave me in this position? From the way he sounds, he might stay out all night. But it is still daytime. Has he lost his mind? Is he really that afraid of staying alone with me that he would go to these lengths? I know that by lying, I really did hurt him. I had no choice but to lie. But what he is putting through to punish me is unfair.

My eyes drift shut, feeling angry and sexually frustrated. I lie there for a stretch of minutes, fuming until it turns into an absurd reaction and I can’t help but laugh. I’m very pissed, but I have to admit that Jericho got me good. I didn’t suspect anything. I was too horny and out of my head until he clicked the cuffs on me. My face warms when I remember just how much I was into it. Into him. I was so desperate to feel him inside of me. I wanted his knot and seed to fill me full again.

I wonder if he would have treated me this way had I told him about the pregnancy. Would he have been gentle and kind again? Or would he have straight up taken me to his brother so he could end me and my baby?

In a perfect world, I’d carry the baby to term. And Jericho would be in our life.

We’d be a perfect family. But this world is far from perfect.