The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance)

‘’Goodnight.’’ I whisper so softly and turn to make an attempt to slide away from him, relieved I am escaping unscathed, and he seems to have forgotten he’s pissed at me, but he catches me by the throat, softly cups it and pins me back to the wall so fast I gasp at the surprise of it.

‘’Can’t end a date without a kiss.’’ He smirks at me salaciously, and that’s when I know I’m done for, he knows it too and this was all just meaningless teasing. Prick was playing me all along. He likes my little attempts at turning him down and I hold my breath and will myself to numb this out. Knowing I won’t be able to dodge him.

‘’You said it wasn’t a … …’’ Alexi swoops in without warning and locks his mouth to mine. Silencing me and like the stupid weak fool I know I am, I kiss him back. Defeated as my body instantly heats and tingles; that same irrational impulse overtakes me as my hands find his neck and shoulders and I give as much as he is. Tongues intertwining in seconds, he pins my wrists to the wall as he devours me.

My only excuse is the sex last time left me tainted and the craving I have had since needs to be fed. Once I get my fill then maybe it will stop.

Alexi is the kind of kisser that blows your mind right out of the water, he knows what he’s doing and kisses exactly as a seducer should. Your toes curl, you wish your clothes would literally peel off to save time and get him on top of you faster. He heats your blood to fever temperature in less than ten seconds with devilish good lip action and roaming hands, and you forget all self-respect or protests with just the feel of his mouth on yours. He doesn’t give too much tongue, enough to tease, to draw yours to him and yet somehow it’s like he knows just how to make love to your mouth without breaking for a breath.

I have kissed a lot of men in my lifetime but none were as enjoyable as the way he kisses. Alexi has ruined me for mere men to ever kiss agai, and I hate that despite telling him no to kissing it’s a boundary he chose to keep ignoring. I know that is just another power play in itself, he is all about games and putting me in my place.

I get hoisted up against him, bodies pressed as he carries me into his room and deposits me on my own feet when he finally breaks free to shut the door but leaves the lights off, so we are silhouetted in the moonlight. His hands skimming me as he dives for my neck and I literally turn to hot liquid, all resistance gone and my own palms slide under his jacket to push it off as he finds the upper edges to my stocking and rips them from my suspender belt. He drags my dress up enough to feel me out and I almost buckle with how quickly he goes straight for the goal. His hands in my knickers and figuring out that I got ready and willing the second he pinned me to the wall.

I can forget my refusal, he has me back like he did the

and goes back to sucking my jaw and lip while my body almost convulses with his intentions. He is equally good with his hands, and I am surprised that someone like him would ever have learned the

man get me off with just his hands

turn to jelly and try like crazy to stop moaning so loudly. It’s obvious I am enjoying what he’s doing but I don’t need to let him know that, he’s smug enough

doing and the noises coming out of me are completely involuntary. I was never really a verbal screw but Alexi gives a whole new meaning to moaning in

almost fall over with the sudden release of his body against mine, gasping in longing and annoyed that he’s stopped what felt so good when he spins me around and almost face palms me to the wall. I end up with palms splayed on the surface with him behind me, gasping and panting while his hands run down each side of my body and stop on my upper thighs. His touch burning my skin as he trails across it. I instantly sober from my lust drunk stupor and focus on the fact he has me this way, that tingling of

with the overwhelming foreboding coursing through me. Alexi just flattens me back to the wall and rips the damn dress open from the bottom middle seam and yanks it all the way up and apart that I practically fall out of

hell. Ripping and tearing expensive fabric literally right up the centre, with brute force until it’s completely detached, and he yanks it free and tosses it aside, still pinned to the wall in my underwear, and he’s back against me, his body hard to mine as he presses one hand over my palm on the wall and the other slides around my waist. Instead

at the same time, there’s a deep sense of terror at the back of my mind, reminding me he uses sex on me at every turn, and I should be wary. I don’t like that he is behind me and my inner nerves are swirling and growing as I try like crazy not to let this fear raise its head in front of him again. Taking shallow breaths and staving off my panic attack. I won’t show him the same mess he met that night in

it. ‘’Tell me.’’ He rasps and tilts my head back with a hand around my throat, pressing the back of my skull into his strong shoulder firmly, and looks at my face from his higher view point. Even in half-darkness he

not to focus on my rapid breathing or shuddering heartbeat as I fight the waves of darkening fear growing in the pit of my tummy. I want to turn around, but if I do then he will know why. I don’t want to

on my lip,