The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance)

I just gaze half amused and raise my brows at him to communicate my deep lack of being impressed. He seems to get the hint and relents with a chuckle and a wink.

Alexi lifts himself over me on his strong muscular arms and gazes at me for a long moment, once again stopping the shenanigans and making me even more impatient.

“You on top.” It’s more of a suggestion than an outright command, and I frown at him a little before moving to change positions without question. Forgetting the whole tosser thing and just eager to get him inside me.

It is a preferred position for me as it makes you feel like a man’s penis is reaching so much further and you get to control what’s being done. Not that I think with him it will be needed, although I’m sure it will be even more mind-blowing in this new position for us.

Alexi has never instigated me on top any of the times we had sex and it’s not a coincidence. I was in the game long enough to know that dominants like him, with a penchant for bondage and humiliating women, never allow a woman to take control of sex at all. Never do they let her get on top and give her any sort of power in the games. It’s a dominance thing, all about control and teaching their sub where their place is. Alexi may not be a full-on proper dominant in that scene, but he has those tendencies and the alpha male is strong in his DNA.

On top a woman can choose the intensity, speed, how hard or how long. She can stop and start, move and even lead herself to her own orgasm if she desires. It’s a huge thing for someone like him to suggest that, right off the bat, I take the lead. He’s a born commander, and he just handed me his crown.

Alexi showing me I’m his queen, and with me, he’s an equal and no longer trying to control me. My heart fills up with the realisation that this is just another hint at how much he is trying to be someone else for me. Romantic in his own little ways and affecting changes for only me.

I get up on my knees, letting him turn and nestle where I have warmed the bed and left it a little damp from my wet hair and slide over him to get in position. No hesitation in my new power over him. I just act like this is the most natural thing in the world for us while scoping out that sexy body as I move, placing hands on his six-pack and stopping to trace out his abs as I climb onto him. Body pulsating with need.

His erection is already standing waiting for me and I guide him slowly inside me effortlessly as I get on, so slick from his attention that I basically just move onto him and can nestle right down. Filling me, stretching me in places that have yearned for this, and I groan with the instant pleasure of having him inside me again. The perfect fit. It’s a sensation incomparable to anything else in life. An inner craving that gets instantly fed.

Alexi could turn me into a sex addict with his equipment and that satisfying, intense throb of being completely full in all the right places. It travels right up to my inner stomach and makes every part of me tingle crazily.

I exhale as the last few millimetres slide into me, my arse nestles on him comfortably and I slowly move my hips forward and back into an easy slide to feel him out. Instant satisfaction at just being joined again. That pleasurable wave consuming my pelvis and lower abdomen and twirls up inside of me like a serpent.

Alexi’s hands slide up my body and he palms my breasts, both at the same time, searing heat of those large, hot hands, eyes devouring me as he does so, and I’m left feeling completely worshipped.

That craving bursts into a full-blown spasm of pleasure and my eyes instantly snap shut amid moans I cannot contain as I rock and grind on him. Alexi’s hands skim across my chest and back down as I move, before coming to nestle on my hips, helping me find my rhythm as I ride him slowly.

My hands are flat on his chest as I rock and glide my body and bring myself to heightened pleasure with every thrust. I don’t even try to conceal how good this feels. Moans and low rumbles from deep inside me as I bite on my lip and try not to bang him like a sex deprived crazy woman just to reach climax quickly. I want to savour and enjoy every second of this. I forgot how he feels in this way when it’s not mad chaotic sex like the night I thought he died.

Alexi is letting me have full control and surrendering himself to me fully with no interference. Keeping his hands loose on my waist so I’m the one deciding on the speed of movement. It feels amazing.

A man who puts importance in using sex to manipulate, control and punish is giving me the reins and letting me fly. It’s the biggest way he could show me that this is not what I feared it would be when it finally happened. He isn’t using this power to control me again. He is giving me the lead in sex, so I always know I’ll be safe with him this way. When I’m at my most vulnerable, he is letting me control what we are doing for the safety I desperately need to feel secure with him.

He’s making me trust him when I’m at my most unsure.

It’s as huge as telling me he loves me all over again and I start to cry softly as my body builds to a crescendo of intensity, suddenly overwhelmed in all my senses and unable to stop it. It just leaks out of me from nowhere and I get so instantly emotional I cannot stop.

“Hey, what is it?” He stops the motion of us and leans up, using his elbow to prop to a half sitting position while the other hand comes to wipe away my tears, stilling me, and we sit motionless. His abs more prominent like this as I focus on them with a slightly embarrassed blush creeping over me. My body tingling and heated to the core, prime to explode in climax, but my emotions seem to just dissolve me into a mess, and as the waves of a growing orgasm fade, I look at him tearfully, sniffing back the tears as my heart feels fit to bursting.

“Nothing. You just … this is real. This is something … we’re really doing this.” I blurt out, wiping my face and feeling stupid that I had this kind of epic revelation while fucking the man I have longed to have for weeks. I have turned into a complete sap and it’s embarrassing. It’s like my brain just had an epiphany of huge proportions that we are no longer just dating; we are in love, we are a real thing, a couple, an item, a something.

I have a someone.

Me—little unwanted Lisa.

One who has seen and knows the deepest, darkest awful parts of me and yet, here he is. It didn’t faze him in any way. He’s not going anywhere. He accepts me in all my scarred and ugly dark glory.

“Glad you finally caught onto that.” It’s a smirk, a wickedly cheeky one that breaks my tearful episode instantly and replaces it with a giggle instead. He’s good at knowing how to swing my mood with a sentence, even if it’s usually on the negative end and he’s being a smart-arse dickhead.

Guess he knows me better than I thought.

“Maybe you should finish the job and remind me what it is about your skills I have been missing. I’m all for being your master in bed, but right now, I need you to just take the lead and remind me what it is about you that first made me want you.” I raise a brow and a watery happy smile, handing over the baton and giving him permission to be himself. Needing him to be in charge while I compose my stupid head and get my shit under control. I don’t want to ruin this with waterworks and sappy girl hormones. I want him to take me. That wildly aggressive and controlling prick who first screwed me senseless on his couch and turned my world upside down.

Alexi nods. No hint of a question but more of a slight relief that he doesn’t have to play nice and be too docile in sex from now on. A hint that this was probably really hard for that domineering side and his control freak ways. Alexi will never be a passive and easy to command lover. He will always be a bossy shit with a need to be on top. I’m really awed that he would change it for me though.

in an instant, sliding himself back into me with a confident thrust that silences my words and replaces them with a low groan. Back in control, where he likes to be, smiling down at me as he leans

while I feel a little

me on.” That wicked, sadistic smile that warns me of his intentions riles my excitement, apprehension too and

has needed since the first time we ever had sex. He lifts my legs and wraps them around

if I wanted to. We’ve had so much sexual chemistry since the day we met which has only intensified and been escalating for weeks on end. He is making sure

all his unleashed crazy glory, and I might have to bail and get back on top. The first

definitely not quiet. And even he, the master of silence, is

before. He’s adventurous anyway and not shy about telling me where, how and what to do. I don’t think I

best sex in any of the other times we have done it, this then I was wrong. Alexi ends up with me up against the headboard, gripping me by the hips and legs. I’m half sitting half clinging to him as he

foot of his power and length and fucks me senseless into oblivion and makes the whole bed rock. Creaking like crazy and so sure the headboard might snap off and the fireplace tumble down on my

on fire with excessive heat and perspiration from our efforts, moan my lungs out and scream as my body mini climaxes under his skilful touch and

my arse bouncing around when he had me around his waist while standing in the middle of the room, and the upside-down pleasure of a sixty-nine when we indulged in a lot of oral, then this one is a

and I wonder how much he has been holding back in all the times before. Unleashed, he truly is a goddamn porn star on Viagra and maybe cocaine. No wavering energy on his end, and I thank the gods he has a disorder that fuels his energetic side. My body is beyond tingling, sweating like a bitch and red all over from the amount

dog starts howling from somewhere else in the apartment; freaky like an actual wolf, and I wonder if I’m actually in some X-rated twilight rip off. That, of course,

nails breaking on his back proportions. Knowing the dog can hear us is a little off-putting, considering he has a team of men and a maid all sitting downstairs, and I’m suddenly aware of the creaky bed springs, the bangs as the headboard hits the wall, and just how loudly I have been screaming for the last God knows how long. We have been thumping on the floor when he had me on the sideboard and it kept tipping back too. I may never be able to

a red room when he has plenty of fun on normal

that is what I call

he slides me back down onto my back, under him on the bed for the last mile. I’m ravenous. Fired up on a healthy amount of extreme desire, horniness, longing and pretty much putty in his hands. Letting my wild side go to match his and leaving him covered in scratches and bites to mirror the finger marks and redness he is leaving on my skin from excessive manoeuvring. He can be gentle, sure, but holding me on his shoulders in mid-air while exploring me with his tongue meant he had to keep a tight grip on my thighs and that left marks. Bending my feet to my head so he could impale me all the way to my throat also left marks. In fact, just about every single position I have been in has left a reminder that will fade by morning. The only thing he hasn’t done is doggy style because he is making sure he never once gets

Even high on lust and crazed sex hormones.

heat, spasms and tingles with them in a growing almost overpowering climax that gets to my core and head at the same time. Arching under him so my breasts touch his chest and my weight is held up on my elbows. Head fit to bursting

ever experienced in my life; crying out and making weird, choking animal noises just because it’s so fucking good. Clinging on with nails and all for dear life as

dam just exploded and

finds his release and pours himself into me as the last

rare after sex with

release after the longest, most satisfying session I have ever known, and try to catch my breath. He even beats BOB hands down on intensity and I mentally retire that long, thick purple gem,

for a moment before he regains some strength and lifts off the top of me.

if BOB is a good boy, then one day he and Alexi can

I think Lexi needs the help. But you know, I have more than one place to insert him. I think being double

and my body has just given up. A combination of having sex with this animal until it got dark outside and having my mind blown by not one but three amazing orgasms in however long we have been doing this. I’m sated, drained and happier than I have ever been in my life. My limbs are detached and not doing any moving for me at

shit loads of money, make sure he can fuck you like a

up for a lot of misdemeanours. Alexi’s skill is the type of sex that can turn a sweet innocent girl into a raving psycho who would cut a man, for ever trying to

reunion a little. Not make it out of this world mind-blowing that we may never top again. There isn’t a single part of me that’s not goose bumping and buzzing, and the blush across every surface of

pulling me so I end up curled over him with my cheek on his chest, sprawled across half the bed like a dead body. I can’t even talk. That’s how knackered I am. I can barely catch my breath or breathe and just flop as he manoeuvres me still. Literally think I might have a cardiac arrest judging by the way my heart is struggling to calm its insane rhythm

back to reality, straightening out my semi-dry hair like a fan over me and twists and twirls the strands as we both catch our breath. Revelling in this kind of sedated goodness. I’m too gone to appreciate the tender act or moments of sweet affection he is lavishing me with.

from inside his chest and I can only smile like the Cheshire cat and nod lazily, not even able to put

puts meaning into the

this physically drained and unable to function after sex before. Alexi is a demon. I swear he is not of this world and in no way human. It would explain a lot and if ADHD means he is like this indefinitely, then I just found

him and attempt to string some words into a coherent sentence. I literally struggle to move with the intense fatigue and I’m sure I will sound drunk when

repeat. After a lot of recovery time.” I exhale with meaning. Maybe a week or two or

there as he smiles back at me in a very soft smitten

Alexi Carrero’s

For any woman.

does insane things

hair and pulling me up the bed from under

against him more cosily now

don’t think anything in the whole session was actually