The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance)

Alexi pulls out my chair as we seat ourselves at the dinner table at eight, standing beside it so as not to cage me from behind. Always aware of that little fact. Always making me love him all the more.

We are in the grand burgundy and gold dining room of the classy hotel, alone so far as we are first here, and he slides his hand down the open back of my silver sequin gown as he moves beside me to sit down. Trailing fingertips down to where the dress closes over my bum and runs gentle featherlight touches across the naked skin before pulling away. Igniting every nerve ending I possess.

Tingles erupt across my skin and I blush at the memories of rolling about upstairs with him. Body still warm and glowing from the recent climax he gave me; I lean into him to deliver a kiss on that delicious mouth. Alexi cups my jaw lightly and kisses me properly, making me forget where we are, as he teases my lips apart seductively and gently caresses my mouth with his. Just a few moments of oblivion to our surroundings.

Yes, I was pissed for a while, but after I enjoyed my soak in the tub for half an hour, I came out to find him wearing nothing but a smile and holding a bottle of champagne as a peace offering. I soon forgot what I was mad about and he had me giggling childishly. He is too irresistible to stay mad at for long and I know what those hands and that body are capable of. He still finds my weaknesses and utilises them to his full advantage and had me on the bed and moaning in under three minutes.

Alexi ordered some light snacks to tide us over till tonight and we ate most of the food off each other’s body as we got inventive. It quickly got very messy and sticky and then he moved me to the floor to remind me why I let him get away with being an unromantic shithead. The bed was disgusting by the time we finished and the champagne he poured over me to lick off stained everything. It required showering after, which of course was just an addition to our session and despite his ‘water makes sex dry’ he managed just fine to pin me against the wall and screw my brains out.

I think I have a serious addiction to the wild unleashed side of him. Even though he tends to prop my knees by my ears and show me who’s boss. Forgets the human body has limits to flexibility and he is lucky I’m pretty bendy.

I treated him to one of my very finest blowjobs; finally got to show that man where my biggest talent lies. Pleased to say that he is a mere mortal and when sucked well, he can’t hold off cumming for long at all, and now I know how to end a long sex session if my body decides enough is enough. He returned the favour and we never made it outside for any sort of sightseeing. Not that I’m complaining.

I’m now so laid back, relaxed and satisfied it’s like being tipsy on fine wine. It may be the copious amounts of champagne adding to my surreal dream-like state, but I feel good. Merry, chilled, nothing bothering me, and all my focus is on his little discreet touches on my leg under the table.

It was to my great delight to inform tits on the main desk that our bed needed some clean bedding as we sexed it up, and now it was too filthy to sleep in. She almost choked when I told her, quite bluntly, what I meant by that.

Alexi just gave me that sideways, amused look of seriousness and made no remark. I could tell, despite his silent, deadpan face, he was a little smug that I was broadcasting to little miss boobs that he was, in fact, a sex beast in the sack. He’s a man after all. They do like to have their egos stroked and have girls profess all about their masterly skills to one another.

Gino and Alessandra appear with smiles and air kisses as they pass and proceed to sit further around the huge table. It’s barely seconds before I have time to drop my napkin on my lap when Alexi stands up to greet our four other guests.

Prompt, on time as he likes it and I turn myself to see the approaching Carrero cousins. Lexi pulls the first into a handshake and a manly half pat hug type manoeuvre.

“Rob, Georgie, good to see you again.” Alexi moves between them and embraces the second of the men. I don’t even need a DNA test to tell who they are. They have fairer hair than the standard black of most of the Carreros, but the features and piercing blue eyes are a giveaway. Height, build, and that annoying Hollywood sexy smile. They are brothers and obviously cousins of Alexi and Gino. Either that or the illegitimate sons of his father.

They have two women in tow, both blonde, leggy, pretty things and they are introduced as the wives, it’s brief hurried as though their presence is unimportant. Not that it’s a shock, this is the general way of men in Alexi’s world; woman equals object. They don’t get formal intro’s and when they do, it’s brief and uninteresting.

“This is Camilla Walters, my girlfriend.” Alexi helps me stand and I take a moment to gawp, a weird startled look as the words pour so effortlessly out of his mouth. Both for the proper introduction and the way he just says it so easily while putting me in between himself and the men to shake hands.

WOW.

Never in a million years did I think that sentence would roll so smoothly from this man’s tongue. The fact he presents me and brings me to his side for a formal meet and greet is also another strange move. I’m not being used to charm or coerce the men; therefore, my presence doesn’t need much attention. Alexi is acting like a proud owner of a shiny new toy, showing it to his peers. This is not the done thing. Even I know that, and the odd strained looks on the faces of this party of four says it all.

“Howdy. You sure are a pretty little thing.” They almost say it in unison, with a very odd accent for Carrero men. Slightly southern and not native to Vegas or New York which makes me blink twice, and it’s obvious it’s an empty compliment from two men wondering why their cousin just made an extra point of introducing a girlfriend.

I assumed all Carrero men came from the same batch and would all have that little half hint of an authentic Italian accent hidden in the upper-class New York dialect, like Alexi.

into talks about the casino, they have been scoping out here. It’s obvious they have done the groundwork

drunk while having noisy sex all afternoon. We heard them when Alexi opened the door for our food cart and texted Gino to tell him the halls were echoing with the noise

wild living with her being a model who travels a lot. Every time they get together, they go wild, according to Lexi. When she is home,

menus, glasses of water and then plates while they await the menfolk to pick food. I watch them

around their neck declaring their faith. I can’t help glancing to and from women to men and then Alexi and

influence and the old-fashioned pecking order of women who know their place. Women who don’t look up

their men. Something I know is normal among families steeped in tradition and I catch myself glancing at Alexi and contemplating it. I wonder if this is expected of the married women in his family. I wonder if I ever married him would his need to lord over me intensify like it did in the beginning and he would coerce and push me into another ‘Yes, Sir’. The thought gives me a horribly abrupt drop in the pit

just couldn’t live

mindless bots awaiting permission to breathe or

imagine sex is given when ordered and probably missionary once the bloom of the honeymoon

Instantly uncomfortable at being singled out first. That immediate uneasy reaction and her eyes fly to her husband who is deep in conversation and unaware. I can see the hesitation all over

bile in my stomach rise

headlight response. A woman unable to speak without permission, fumbling with her napkin and refusing to look the server’s way. It’s excruciating to watch really, and I butt in to save her soul from going to hell, or wherever naughty Christian girls go when they enrage their

deathly stillness drops into my orbit and the two women immediately stop, eyes widening as they stare at me with crimson blushes spreading

of the men frowns at me before whipping the menu out of his wife’s hand and sternly orders meals for them both. He doesn’t even ask her what she wants and just tosses her menu back

a weird strained tension all around us, like a heavy smog and finally Alexi

… make it a bottle of red for the two of us and I will have a straight brandy while we wait. She’s right, we are all famished, and the ladies shouldn’t wait to eat while we men talk shop.” He doesn’t seem at all flustered in the way the men

like the vibes I’m getting. I can tell I just broke some unspoken rule of etiquette for this family and I’m regretting it profusely. I don’t want Alexi

men because they know their place. It’s a sign of respect.” One of the men butts in harshly, obviously not impressed with Alexi

line and I just stare right back at him, hackles rising and that fiery pit of hot lava in my stomach swirls. Brewing for a showdown. He’s trying to intimidate me, which I

and I can up and walk away if I want to. They have

to reply though, even though my sarcastic response

me!” Alexi’s tone is loaded even if it’s said in a friendly way, and I watch the silent tug of war that goes on between him and the lighter-haired Carrero. That power imbalance as the other man, clearly older than Alexi, bites his tongue from a harsh backlash. Eyes locked, a million translations in tiny looks and it’s obvious Alexi can out-stare him any day of the week. I recoil a little inside, although no longer worried that he will scold me for my faux pas and just loving him even

learn or they suffer for the disrespect.” Cousin two, the one called Georgie pipes in, grinning smugly, trying to interject a little lightness with his words, despite the content being despicable and I can feel their wives trying to disappear under the table across from me. He places a hand on his wife’s thigh and squeezes hard, emitting a grimace from her and she flushes seven shades redder. It’s obvious she doesn’t like his public manhandling, and I wonder if arranged marriages are still a thing in families where title

would never have paired them normally. Either that or she is miss prim and proper and God may burn her soul in hell for having some public form of contact with her husband. I have heard

so suddenly, shocking for her normally brassy,

in the presence of Alexi’s family, and the far-out wider circle of Carrero. She knows how to act with these people and is toeing the line.

and how they treat their worthless sex dolls. The man I first met in Alexi was like this with his women. Be silent and be obedient, but

obviously had the influences in his life though, which suggests more of the Carrero line is like

treated their wives like objects, as far as the rumour went, and no women they were

anything but herself in your presence.” Alexi grits his teeth, that edge of anger moving in, annoyed for me, biting with that flash

nods in his chosen one.” Gino is trying to joke and calm the atmosphere in his smiley laid back way, but I can already feel the tension in Alexi thickening the surrounding air. My cool, controlled one has zero patience when it comes to me, even I have figured that one out. It’s the one chink in that facade I used to be unnerved by. Mr Control is incapable of keeping his

sweet but a total shitty

soft cuz? Over a piece of skirt … is she really that good of a fuck? Or maybe you just lost your touch