Page 101 of The Don’s Omega

But I’d rather not think about the future. Not when his back is warm against my chest, and my dick is nestled between his firm ass cheeks. I inhale the scent of his hair, his warm skin, and the small sound he makes when I wrap my arms around him.

“I’ve missed touching you,” I say against his ear.

He slowly turns in my arms. He looks up at me, drops of water clinging to his lashes. There’s lust in his eyes, but also a touch of disquiet. That last part makes me hesitate.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, apprehension balling in my stomach.

“Nothing.” He grimaces.

“You’re lying. Tell me what’s wrong.”

A line deepens between his brows. “It’s too embarrassing.”

“Elio,” I growl. “Now.”

With a pained expression he whispers, “I… I didn’t want to feel anything for you. I tried hard not to.”

I narrow my eyes, searching his face. “Why?”

He slides his fingers up my back, and I shiver with pleasure at his possessive touch. “I know what kind of man you really are.”

“Yes.” I frown. “I know that you know. I’ve never hidden it from you.”

His eyes search my face. “No, you haven’t. Even when I didn’t know you were mafia, I… I sensed you weren’t… a good man.”

“No, I’m not a good man.”

His gaze softens. “Despite that… I’ve decided to accept that side of you. I don’t like it. The violence makes me uneasy. Scared for you. But… but if I don’t accept you as you are, I… I can’t stay.” He touches my cheek. “And I want to stay.”

I swipe my thumb across his full, bottom lip, my dick aching. “Do you?”

He nods, touching the bite on his neck. A line appears between his brows. “I… I can’t help it. I want to stay near you. Even though you scare me sometimes.”

I frown. “Do I?”

He grimaces. “Not in how you treat me, but in how you treat others.” He hesitates. “Do you remember when we shared our stories with each other? When you told me about Adriano?”

“Of course.”

“I woke up feeling so close to you,” he says softly. “But then, I saw you in your study with an old man named Beppe. You were so cold and cruel to him, it terrified me to see that side of you. It made me think I shouldn’t care about you.”

I wrinkle my brow. “You saw that?”

He nods, dropping his gaze. “That side of you, it’s hard for me to understand.”

I put my finger under his chin and force him to look at me. “Elio, I am a cruel and violent man, but what you saw that day wasn’t what you thought it was.”

“What I saw was a cripple on his knees begging for your mercy. But you were hard and cold to him.”

I let out a frustrated breath. “And seeing that was why you pulled away from me?”

He winces. “I didn’t know what to do. My feelings for you keep growing, but sometimes it’s difficult to reconcile that with the kind of man you are, Marcello. But I want to. I need to because I want to be with you.”

I’m relieved to know he still wants to be with me, and I’m glad to finally know why he changed so suddenly toward me. But I also know it’s important to set him straight about what happened with Beppe.

“Elio, I wasn’t cruel to Beppe because I enjoy it. I was furious for a reason. He betrayed my trust.”

“He betrayed you? How?” He blinks up at me.