“I need you to kidnap someone for me,” the sexy Omega with dark hair and a devil smile said. His skin was smoother than anything I’d seen for a long time. It was beautiful, but it betrayed his youth. The way his near-black hair curled slightly over his forehead was almost enough to change his look from pure sex to adorable, but it wasn’t quite enough. I knew that if I stared into the amber pools of his eyes for too long, I’d find myself mesmerized. I imaged that a lot of Alphas had been destroyed that way. After swallowing the jealousy that thought stirred in my stomach, I braved a look at him, but only for a split-second.
“No kids,” I responded with a grunt. I wasn’t about to let him get to me. He could bat those long eyelashes and flash his perfect teeth at another Alpha. I didn’t know what his angle was yet, but I knew he wasn’t getting what he wanted from me. I’d stayed alive all these years because of my rules. No sexy Omega with a cute ass and gorgeous eyes had made me break them yet, and this one wasn’t going to make me start that day.
“Not at all. No kids involved. I want you to kidnap me,” he said, and his words were enough to pull my attention away from the swell of his ample cock. Morrison was a pro. He’d scooted his chair back from the table just enough so that I could see the outline of his erection through his pants. I still wasn’t going to be tempted. Even if he was hung for an Omega. It would take more than a big cock to make me risk my life, and I didn’t fuck around with kids.
“You’re a crazy little punk,” I said, just as the waiter brought our lobsters. “Look, baby boy, I don’t do weirdo sex fantasies. I’m not a gigolo.”
Morrison laughed and I wanted to wrap my hands around his throat. It was the most violent thought I’d had about such an innocent young Omega in a long time, but then my mind shifted. I saw his dark hair against my silk pillow while my cock was buried deep inside his velvet ass.
In my mind, my hands were chocking his moans back while the tip of my cock bottomed out in him. No other Omega had brought out my savage side the way Morrison did. I wanted nothing more than to drag him to the men’s room and impale him on my cock while he screamed into the palm of my hand. It was my right to take him as hard as I wanted, but what I wanted was him begging for a taste of my dick. Any Alpha could fuck an Omega, but not every Alpha could make them plead for it.
“Hey, I’m no little boy,” he spat, and it was just the kind of bratty response I’d expect from a barely legal mafia prince. My suspicion was that he’d had whatever he wanted whenever he wanted it. He might as well have been wearing a sign that said I’m spoiled.
Morrison hadn’t told me his father was mafia but I could almost smell it on him. It was the way he looked expensive and cheap at the same time. His clothes were tailored and he was in excellent
health, but Morrison had that desperate look about him. He didn’t belong in those clothes or in this restaurant. It was a costume he wore to get what he wanted. If only I’d known that I was right about him being out of place but so wrong about why.
“Eat your lobster,” I said and dug into mine. I tried to savor every bite. I’d lived the high life, when I wasn’t working, with the money I made working for bad men. I knew it was over, though. The finer things were slipping between my fingers. The life I’d held in my hands was a puddle at my feet, but I wouldn’t let Morrison see it.
He must have understood the conversation was over for the time being. I liked that he listened to me. I’d never broken an Omega like him before, but I imagined it would be fun. Most Omegas did what I wanted without putting up a fight. I thought perhaps a challenge could be fun. Making him beg for mercy would’ve been stimulating at the very least. It would be even more fun than having him beg for my cock. I knew I could take his tight little body and make it come until he passed out.
That was the last thing I needed to be thinking about. Although my dick wouldn’t let me think about anything else. Morrison had a piece of lobster in his fingers and he dipped it into butter and sucked it off. I’d seen that movie. I was far less impressed with his little show than my dick seemed to be. It twitched and strained against the fabric of my slacks. I tried not to watch him as his tongue darted out of his pink lips and lapped away a drop of butter. It was too easy to imagine that was my cum he tasted.
Damn. Even when I tried to stay strong, I fell into Morrison’s trap. How was this brat able to get under my skin? It had to be fatigue and worry. I would normally never fall for this little minx’s bullshit.