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.

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

kiss he 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 builds and the kiss

I want him.

He wants me.

me with the sudden release of my mouth and whipping off my clothes past my face. I dive straight back in, locking my mouth back to his and surrender to another toe-curling snog. I start hauling his hoody

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 the casualties, and his manner when he came in tells me that neither is Mico.

I can thank God

and pull me up against his groin aggressively, showing me how crazily turned

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

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 inner thighs almost convulse with his touch, and I long to be free of my underwear and have him all over me

This 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

around his strong neck to get as close as humanly possible and hold me up. I get lost in a kiss that was designed to make women fall

and I feel the bra I am wearing fall loose as he expertly unclips it from behind and lets it go. I pull my arm out and remove it, followed by the other 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 aggressively and push my mouth to his once more. He

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,

black trousers he had on with his tux and finish undoing the last buttons, pulling them down and trying to fight clothes out of my way. My mind on one goal—unveiling that throbbing hot part of him that my body is yearning for and letting him find his release inside of me. I want it more than air, and I am almost turning inside out with

for me to get my hands around him and it’s clear neither of us are stopping this. Alexi has an erection that shames most men, he wants me as much as I want him and I slide my knickers down with one hand before he

stopping to swoop in and kiss me on my inner thigh as he does so, and lifts my legs with him as he sits up to kneel. He edges them past my feet, near his ears, before he throws them behind him carelessly. Pulling

the unexpected pleasure and grab at the bed sheets in ecstasy. Rolling my head back and tightening my limbs as his probing tongue enters me and makes me spasm almost instantly. Climax won’t be hard when he