The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance)

I’m groggy and sleep muddled when I pad through to the main sitting area of our living room in a loose summer dress I changed into, rubbing my eyes and yawning like I didn’t just have myself the longest siesta. Blurry eyed, cooler due to efficient AC and generally in a happier mood now I have slept. I wander towards the long leather L shaped couch where Alexi is sitting to slide down beside him and curl up next to that sexy body of his.

He’s on his laptop with his phone propped to his ear, leaning forward to the coffee table and has a brown file of papers open to his right. He’s working so I just lie down beside him and push my feet against his thigh to have some contact. I must have slept for a couple of hours at least as the lunchtime sun that was up when we got here is now lower in the sky which suggests late afternoon. I twirl my hair and watch him, feeling wholly content, sighing with just how quickly the resentment and scars from how he was towards me in the past are fading. My heart brimming with the adoration I feel whenever I look at him lately. He runs a quick gentle stroke over my foot to acknowledge my presence but doesn’t look my way.

“What else did you dig up?”

He’s talking to Mico I presume. I was a little shocked that our trip to Vegas was missing a ton of Carrero escorts until I overheard him and Gino, when we were heading to our rooms, talking about this hotel being secured by their Vegas relatives. Apparently, this hotel is connected to a branch that is being sold off to Carrero hotels and the security is already very Carrero embroiled from the other side of his family. His cousin Jake, along with his father and brother, are heading the takeover. Their family are merging two businesses into one and soon this five-star haunt will be emblazoned with a gold pentagon and a giant C. It must be a massive undertaking as this chain of hotels was once the Carrero empire’s biggest competitor.

They are slowly taking over the high-class world of hotels, spas and luxury cruisers from what I hear.

“My father is still siding with the board; my hands are tied unless something changes. She hasn’t done anything to warrant a heavy-handed retaliation, so they want me to find a peaceful resolution.” He sounds pissed, it’s subtle but that tension he tries to roll out of his shoulder highlights this is still a subject that’s grating on him. Alexi likes to be in charge, so his family clamping down on the course of action he wants to take is seriously pissing him off.

I don’t get why they care.

She is a nothing woman trying to meddle in affairs she has no business in. Her family were slaughtered and chased out of the city once before at their hands. I don’t get why they would stop him from getting rid of the problem this time when she has shown she is just as ruthless as her father was.

“No. Don’t. We will be back the day after tomorrow. Wait for me before we finalise the details. I need time to think this through and figure out how to approach it. Tell Santagato I will see him on my return. Keep everything low key as though nothing is amiss. We act like nothing has happened.” Alexi nods a few times as though listening to a response then says goodbye and hangs up, the scowl on his face deepening to a full throttle frown. He puts his phone on the table and finally leans back to scoop up one of my feet in large strong hands. Startling me with the sudden attention.

“You feel better after your three-hour nap?” He pulls my leg so my foot ends up in his lap and rubs it gently, massaging my sole enjoyably. Obviously not in the mood to discuss his call or what I overheard. Alexi is deflecting and I don’t want to talk about it anyway. That bitch can wait until we go home.

“Mmmm” His foot rub is divine, and I close my eyes to savour his hands on my body. Tingles creeping up my leg to my warm nether regions. Alexi’s touch is an aphrodisiac and already my mind is picturing him naked. He has always been good with his hands, even when he was being a jerk. He has a confident, firm touch and is good at working kinks out of all sorts of muscles. Getting his thumb right in there and teasing my limb into submission.

“Want to hang out here until dinner and have some fun or go act like tourists for a couple of hours?”

I’m literally torn. The thought of getting back in bed with him is an obvious first choice, but I did just spend hours in there and feel a little cooped up and in need of air. I want to explore with him and behave like normal people for a little while. I love him more when he’s disconnected from his business face and out with me as just two people in love.

Then again—sex. With my dominant porn star.

Decisions, decisions.

I never thought I would ever like a man being in full control in sex, by choice or crave it with him as much as I do. I always assumed that should I ever have feelings for a man he would be someone who submitted to me in the bedroom and I would call the shots in every way. It’s the only way I thought I would enjoy sex and feel safe with a man. Not Alexi. He is at his best when you let him take over, call the shots and manoeuvre you in any way he wants.

I know I’m safe with him; he wouldn’t use that time between us to hurt me ever again. I would bet my soul on it.

I trust him enough to know that we won’t go backwards. He could have punished me after leaving the club. He was beyond mad and it was a prime example of the time he would have in the past. He didn’t. Not even a little.

He just wants to keep me safe and I need to stop being suspicious of his motives and relax with him. Seeing control when he is being cautious is my biggest flaw. He loves me. I need to just remind myself of that every second. Even if it’s hard to feel like it’s true sometimes. He gives me more than sex; he gives me him and tender moments, access to his deeper gentle side. He gives me time away from his world so it’s just Lexi And Cam.

I know I will easily get both if that’s what I want. Sightseeing with his alter ego and then sex. I’m starting to understand the power I have over him and how he rarely refuses my requests. He’s a soft touch for his little redhead and it’s very cute.

“I want to have a soak in the tub, maybe after that, we can go wander and see some of Vegas. I feel dusty and sleep rumpled. You can come too if you like.” I throw him a sultry look, enticing him to come with me for some non-sexual intimacy and he continues to frown at me. Clearly has other ideas and sex was the answer he was aiming for.

“Go run your bath, I still have some calls to make. I’ll come keep you company in a few minutes.” He lets go of my foot, leans over me so he can deliver a chaste peck on my lips at a full stretch and then moves back to return to his previous position, leaning towards his laptop. I can sense his tension, and this translates to ‘go let me unwind for a minute, maybe have a vodka’.

slowly sliding off the only covering I have on. A slow, sexy tease up and over my head that is meant to get him moving a little faster. I might not want sex right this second, but I

dress behind me saucily and naked as a newborn baby. A glance backwards, a sultry

smirk and picks up his phone. Makes a show of going back to his laptop, trying to prove a point and I stick my fingers up behind his back. Riled that he always has to

would want him to be a ‘yes, Ma’am’ kind of guy either. Alexi is who he is, and his bossy dominant arsehole side is a huge part of what makes him sexy. If he got too soft and under

shaking my head at him. Immediately turning on the taps when I get in and readying it for

of my head, cleansing my face in the mirror as my bath fills up insanely fast. Fogging out the reflection and filling the

a second, that I look different. It’s not a major change, subtle but there.

the lack of makeup. I have no clue what it is, but I don’t recall ever looking this alive and bright-eyed and cheery when I’m not even smiling. I just look … happy.

until the strong smell of my bath brings me back to the present and

it away and turn to the tub and turn off the taps, climbing in and sinking down into the very hot water to rest up against the edge with the attached headrest. Settling into a very comfortable, soothing position when surrounded by

head. Coming to perch his

get naked and get in.” I smile at him adoringly, but he just frowns at me once more. Dips his fingers in the tub and then shakes them off with even

little wall juts out to join onto a low surface around the edge of the room, and

I point out. Annoyed that he thinks all I wanted was his presence in the room and not naked beside me. He has no sense of intimacy and how nice

Sex isn’t everything.

in that obtusely playful mode, yet still

childish and yet trying to be

just thought it would be romantic.” I sigh

by my obvious disappointment and I eye roll at him. Losing

thought it would be nice. Go back to what you were doing.” It’s a huffy response, born of lingering tiredness from the heat and just fragile sensitivity for no reason. I think I’m still

that’s what downstairs with the receptionist was

of how easily my life could be snubbed out. Those men terrified me. If he had taken just a little longer to find me … it doesn’t bare thinking about. He came for me, but it’s still hanging

pissed at him, I’m

leave, ruining what’s left of my mood as a heaviness drags my stomach to the base of the bathtub and I resign

how much of an insensitive unromantic prick he is when he perches his glass at the end by my feet before unbuttoning his shirt slowly.

that smell off me after this. Why do women have to soak in floral scented bubbles? What’s wrong with normal water?” He’s grumpy, that hint of childishness breaking through because I won, and

hormonal and

I grin at him, enamoured that he’s taking a dip with me just to keep me happy. Overwhelmed with a need to squish him in a

perch my arms on the tub, crossing them, and rest my chin on the hollow as I watch the layers peel away to reveal all that muscled toned body and black ink. Perving on him the way he did with me. Laughing at his threat and mentally filing it for future

such a baby.” I point out and bite on my lip to curb the hot urges that

not erect it’s still

then walks forward and steps in. Making ‘ahh’ and ‘ouch’ noises as his foot hits the water. I can only

baths at skin

in it as he tries to get in properly and makes it way more dramatic than it really is. I just stare at him with

was hoping for an epic splash as he fell in but he’s too strong, and all I do is tug his arm, like a child

derrière into the bath for the fifth time, stopping and lifting with ‘ahh’ noises before his butt actually hits the base. Kills any sexual urges

think you were formed in hell … this is not relaxing. Pretty sure my dick will fall off.” He sulks when slowly leaning back, arms up in the air to avoid

Baby!