The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance)

‘Alexi?’ I wail it frantically, as though a ghost has walked in and is trying to trick me. And before thought hits me I chuck my phone down harshly, not caring about breaking it, and run straight for him; my body finding a sudden surge of newfound strength and energy, throwing myself around his neck in a moment of complete craziness before he disappears again.

I collide with hard torso, his taller height as I leap at him and wrap myself around his neck, practically strangling him with my overenthusiasm. I’m unable to stop the sobs coming over me as his familiar smell and familiar touch envelopes me completely.

‘I thought you were dead.’ I blurt out through laboured breaths, trying to calm down. Shuddering from the come down of my epic emotional breakdown. I pull him close and try to convince myself he really is here. I am all but raking my hands over him to check every inch of him is unscathed, undented and truly real flesh and blood.

Alexi wraps me up tight and pushes his face against the side of mine as he cradles my head to him. Squeezing me half to death in the most welcome hug I have ever had in my life. Overwhelming me with how much I need his touch.

‘Why would you think that? I’m right here. I’m fine … honest. Rough night, but I am absolutely fine. I promised you, didn’t I?’ He sounds completely and utterly like him, in every single way. If not a little shocked at my behaviour, but he won’t let me go and holds as tightly as I do—My body warming and tingling where icy cold once dwelled. My heart rate multiplies for the feel and relief of him really being here with me, wrapped in a beautiful hug that fills up my soul. I cry, but not in despair, just real genuine heartfelt thanks that he did come back to me, and he is crushing the life out of me with the most meaningful embrace.

I pull back to look at him, so much going off inside me. His pale grey gorgeous eyes scan my face and his finger he trails down my cheek to wipe the sodden mess away. Looking at me like that … handsome and gentle, I completely surrender to the joy and relief coursing through me.

I don’t utter an answer, instead, I kiss him.

I throw in everything and pull his face to mine with determined fingertips, and give my most grateful ‘thank the heavens for bringing him home’ passionate kiss that I have ever given anyone in my life.

Alexi pauses for a second, stunned by the unexpectedness of it no doubt, and pulls back. Looking me in the eye, seemingly shocked at what I just did, and then he too moves in and kisses me back without hesitation. Locking his perfect mouth to mine so that he prizes open my lips, just enough to fully connect in a way that sends explosions through my stomach.

It’s a kiss that rips me apart inside, my heart aching and body crumbling to dust as I’m submerged in the kind of euphoria you can only ever dream of knowing. My heart hammers through my chest and my whole body turns to explosive bubbles as his soft lips caress mine and pulls me into complete heaven—He feels divine.

to my mouth and explores my kiss with a matched passion. Fuelled by pain from believing I had lost him forever, I give him my all and he meets it in every way. He kisses me like he means it and it’s a far cry from any way he has ever kissed me before. I can feel the longing in it, and we both become one on matched movement and sensual teases. Arms sliding around one another as bodies are moulded together sensually. His

gives me. Making love to my mouth and tangles us up together in a way that ignites every single piece of fire I possess; Mouths opening to accommodate the kind of French kissing that melts your body into liquid ecstasy. We cannot get close enough. There’s a raw hunger being let loose in an unbridled fashion as our fire

I want him.

He wants me.

my mouth back to his and surrender to another toe-curling snog. I start hauling his hoody over his head, t-shirt following with his help and uncover all that hot smooth skin calling to be touched. No hesitation at all. Fuelled by animal hunger, all

need to know. I just need to feel him all around me and know he’s safe. It makes me cling to him all the more in the realisation that something went down, and he might never have returned. I am just relieved he’s not one of

can thank God that he listened to

showing me how crazily turned

craving for sex with him is almost ripping me in two. Hands turn to claws, I rake down his pecs and abdomen, a surge of power as I feel him flinch and move under my scratching caress; A groan low in his throat which only pushes me to devour him all the more. He has always been a lover of rougher handling and I am only too

neck erotically, trailing nibbles and kisses, small bites, before tilting my head back to trace his tongue between my breasts and slides my straps off my shoulders smoothly. My

is primal need because one of us believes they would never see the other again, and the other is an aggressive hot Italian who knows how to feed a need when faced with unbridled passion. Alexi is at his best when he is untamed and let loose a little, and I am a girl who

me up. I get lost in a kiss that was designed to make women fall apart. He’s a natural, and whether this is from years of practice or just an ability born within him …

before I toss it aside carelessly. His one free hand cups my breast harshly and he breaks away from my mouth to push my nipple up to his teeth, sucking, biting and grinding his teeth across the sensitive end. I moan out, pushing my fingers into his hair and grip tightly as I yank his head back

and realise that we are in his room already, on his bed as he follows quickly to come over me like a panther on his prey. He cages over me, bringing his mouth back to mine as his hands roam down every curve with a firm possessiveness. Breaking from my mouth to lean down and kiss my throat and breasts, sucking and nibbling as I arch under him and wrap my legs around him once more. His kisses burn with a passion I feel inside of me and I could be in heaven right now. I am pretty sure this is what it looks and feels like. If Satan is allowed to run amuck and

inside of me. I want it more than air, and I am almost turning inside out with the heat of the fire coursing through me. I feel like my body is practically tearing in two

and releases himself to full glory, just enough for me to get my hands around him and it’s clear neither of us are stopping this.

does so, and lifts my legs with him as he sits up to kneel. He edges them past my feet, near his ears,

tightening my limbs as his probing tongue enters me and makes me spasm almost instantly. Climax won’t be hard when he has me