His Mafia Prince
Chapter 203: No More Lies

Chapter 203: No More Lies

(WESLEY)

"Why not? It is the truth. Don’t you want to hear the truth?" I reach out and graze his arm lightly. "What I feel for you is scary, Jericho. Terrifying in fact now that you don’t believe a word I say anymore."

He studies me. I’m thrilled that he didn’t pull away from my touch. "Do you regret what happened between us?" he looks conflicted, like he is bracing himself.

"That what happened?"

"That we slept together? That you let me knot you?"

There’s something about this vulnerable side of Jericho that speaks to me. It makes me want to soothe him. Comfort him. Reassure him that he is enough. I’m not sure but maybe growing up in an aggressive family with a brother like Sasha is what makes him doubt himself. But I know that beneath the false perceived bravado, Jericho is one very sensitive and insecure alpha.

"No." I shake my head. ’I don’t regret it one bit." I’m not just saying that. I mean it. I’m also not saying that just because he got me pregnant. He was special to me even before Ai learnt that I was pregnant. Jericho was implanted in my soul long before the baby was implanted in my womb. I’m certain that it is the connection we shared that made the pregnancy possible. We bonded so intensely that a baby was formed out of it. I will always be connected to Jericho if I carry this child full term. It will be a painful, but beautiful connection. Feeling emotional, my hands graze over my belly instinctively without really thinking.

He notices the movement. "Do you feel sick?" he asks.

"No." I clear my throat and drop my hand immediately. "I... uh..." I stutter. "I think I pulled a muscle during the fight with Papa and Danny."

"Oh," he says, his gaze pinned on my stomach.

The way he is staring at my belly makes me nervous. He has an odd expression on his face, and his nostrils are flared. I want to distract him. So, I say, "You didn’t answer me. Have you come to a decision about what you’re gonna do with me?"

He exhales sharply. "I don’t want my brother to hurt you. But I also don’t know that it is safer to let you go. You will be vulnerable out there alone with your family hunting you."

"I know." I swallow thickly. "But I’ve been out long enough on my own."

He studies me intently. "Do you prefer to stay alone?"

"No." I shrug. "But it is safer that way."

He is silent for a beat then finally says, "I don’t like the idea of you being alone."

"No?" my pulse picks as I gaze into his eyes.

He shakes his head.

"That’s just how it is for me now." I say. "I have no home or family."

He seems to ease up a bit when he scoots closer to me. "Promise me you’re not lying, Wes? Do you promise you’re not playing me?"

"I never played you, Jericho. I lied because it was necessary. I thought I had to. Now you know everything there is to know." I feel a pang of guilt nudge at me because I know that isn’t exactly true. I haven’t told him about the pregnancy. As of now, that is the only existing lie between us. Should I just come clean and tell him about the pregnancy, or is it too risky to tell the truth? I can’t just be selfish and think of myself. I have to think about the baby too.

"I want to trust you, Wesley." He says, smooching his hand down my hip. "Can I trust you?"

"Yes." I shiver and instinctively inch closer to him. He seems thrilled by the way I reacted to his touch. I’m glad that he is being more open with me now. I see his need. I don’t care if he sees mine. "Jericho..." I whimper, moving up close to him. "You can trust me. Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you again."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

He tugs me closer and our bodies fit like puzzle pieces. I press a nervous kiss on his lips then pull away, gazing into his eyes for a moment. His eyes look pleading. He wants it. He wants me just as much as I want him. Our lips join greedily, his tongue seeking mine. I moan and press closer. I need him inside me right this minute. Just a touch from Jericho, and I’m leaking like a fucking faucet.

"I need to fuck you, right now." He says in a gruff tone, eyes glittering with hunger.

"Yes, please." I begin to roll on my stomach, but he stops me.

"Get on your knees."

"Jer―"

"Just do it."

I swallow hard and obey. I move to the lower side of the bed and kneel on the foam. I’m glad that it isn’t the floor. It would have been tough on my knees. I inhale heavily, trying to find my sanity, but instead, it is Jericho’s clean scent that fills my nose. I tremble with need, and my skin feels like it is pricking or burning.

"Tug out your dick." He sounds hoarse, like in a trance.

With my now shaking fingers, I lower my briefs and push them down around my thighs, baring it to the cold air seeping in through the window. It doesn’t calm me at all. In fact, the breeze only makes my cock flex and a bead of precum oozes from the slit.

"Oh, Wesley." He gasps.

He stares down at my arrow shaped flesh. "I love it. It’s so beautiful." His cheeks flush a bright shade of pink. "Your precome and slick smell so good. Let me taste."

I shiver. My nipples ache.

"Catch it on your finger and hold it out to me."

I flick up a glance and catch sight of Jericho’s wide, lust blown pupils. A whimper wrenches from my throat as I run his index finger over the tip of my cock, gathering the precome and holding out my shaky hand towards him.

He growls, taking my lithe fingers and sniffing them first. He stares into my soul and sucks my forefinger into his mouth. The heat of his warm, wet tongue makes me almost convulse at the delicious suction. I cry out softly. My balls draw up so hard that I almost come on the spot.

He closes his eyes, slurping and making my fingers wet.

"Please," I beg.

He peels his eyes open and releases my hand. "Finger yourself."

"I... we..." my brain scrambles. There’s something about this side of Jericho that is unusual, but in a good way. But I don’t want to think about all that now. All I know is that I want him so badly that I would gladly do whatever he asks of me.

"Touch your hole. Do it."

I shiver as I press a wet finger between my ass cheeks and slide it right where I crave Jericho’s cock. I moan, tracing my wet, clenching ass and more slick rushes out, slipping down my thighs and making my hand wet.

Jericho lowers his briefs too and takes out his thick beautiful cock, giving a miniscule tug over the bulbous head before he starts to stroke it slowly, gaze pinned on me as he jerks himself.

I find myself instinctively leaning forward, mouth gaping as lust consumes me. Jericho studies my needy urgency, eyes hooded as he jerks himself slowly, keeping his cock out of reach of my seeking lips. "Get yourself off. Show me."

Heat rushes to my neck, face and ears, down all over my body, making sweat break out. My asshole gushes with slick and Jericho moans, beating himself faster.

"Come for me, baby." Jericho says with a hitching breath.

I shove the briefs completely down to my knees, dick slapping against my stomach. I shove two fingers in my ass as I work my cock.

"Fuck, Wesley you’re so hot." He gasps, eyes roaming my body. "So hot. Perfect nipples. I’m gonna make you mine. I’m gonna cover you with my jizz."

"Fuck me," I beg, "Please, Jericho, make me come." I push forward, dying for him to touch me. I release my cock and trail my slick wet fingers around my aching nipples. "Do it."

"Look at me." He commands. "Show me what my omega looks like when he wants me."

Jericho is a pleasing sight, bare chest, cheeks flushes and wet mouth working. His briefs gathered around his trim as he flexes his hips. His strong fingers gripping his massive cock with power and assurance. Pure male ecstasy.

My balls clench hard. "Yes," I whimper. "Please, Jericho...please touch me". I arch forward, begging to come with his body. "I want you." I crawl over to him, shoving my cock through the tunnel of my fist. Unable to contain myself any longer, I mount him and settle on his hips. I want all that precome leaking off his cock. I want it all its juices inside of me. "I need you. Now. Please Jericho. Fuck me now. Fuck me hard." If he makes me beg any longer, I might cry.