The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance)

The curtain is due to go up at any second as we take our seats back in the box, Alexi guiding me to sit between him and Mr Demagio, and as I do so the older man slides a concealed stroke over my thigh out of Alexi's viewpoint with his thumb. I do not react at all, just keep my cool and plaster a smile on my face but my skin is recoiling across my body and my insides are clenching up on me.

I have been out of this game too long it would appear, and my short stint working in Alexi’s club has dampened my immunity to unsolicited male groping. I have a lost a little of my edge and not as immune as I used to be.

His young friend on the other side sits forward to peer over the balcony, completely oblivious to her dirty old escort and I hope for her sake it is her father and their relationship is innocent. I don’t see any facial similarities that suggest this is her Daddy, but you never know.

‘‘You’re a charming creature Miss Walters, most alluring. Mr Carrero you are a lucky man to get to delight in this beautiful morsel every moment of the day.’’ He leans over me to talk to Alexi and breathes down my cleavage as his face gets that close.

I sit back, leaning so my breasts are prominent, and try not to recoil with the contact, making a good show of an innocent manoeuvre that gives him a boner. It’s hardly concealed in his tight trousers and open jacket, and I glance at Alexi to see if he has noticed it too. Demagio is practically humping my leg like a dog in heat and I guess he is a little sex starved judging by his behaviour.

He’s an easy play; heck, I could probably get him to strip naked and do the deed right here if I coaxed him a little more. Eating out of my hand so effortlessly, because he is about ten seconds away from coming in his pants over a pair of perky breasts; that suggests he hasn’t had sex that he didn’t pay for in a very long time.

pleased and yet somehow not. He’s giving me some mixed signals and I cannot tell if he’s being hostile or happy, but there’s an aura. He tenses a little as Demagio lays a hand on my knee to push himself back and conceal some of

a slight hint of sarcasm and I narrow my eyes at him with attitude. I know his sarcastic tone very well, I get

much for being

wants to with this man, so I need to keep up this act of extreme interest until he does. I smile softly Demagio’s way, sexy looks, suggestive body positioning and

and conceal my face slightly. He almost beams in delight as the room darkens and I go back to sitting upright, waiting to endure the crescendo of noise coming my way and

we are done and I can

I have always hated the opera. It’s just noise and over dramatic acting for me and I would rather put pins in my eyes than do this on

comes to hip level when I am seated and it’s pulled up. Fingers curve my skin and squeeze suggestively on my upper thigh, fingertips curling

my seat a little; wholly uncomfortable with the unwanted searing touch of a man who thinks he has a right. Trying not to make it obvious, I glance over to Alexi to see if he has noticed, his eyes are forward and on the stage, sitting casually and effortlessly owning his space and I wonder if he is deliberately ignoring this. He wants favour with Demagio, but I don’t think he will break his own code of ‘’touch not what is mine’’.

stand, the hand dropping away discreetly and I make sure I don’t look his way. I agreed to play flirty but if the creep thinks he’s going to get his hand in my G-string a foot away from Alexi, then I am all out. I don’t need that kind of drama and Alexi will flip his shit if Demagio disrespects him so blatantly. It’s obvious the guy has had too much

far as Demagio knows—I belong to Alexi. Even though I don’t, well I