The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance)

Teeth, tongues, lips, coming together of a rather aggressive game of tonsil tennis as his hands slide up my body and I wrap my legs around his waist. Moaning quietly with the way he ignites every nerve ending in me. Body tingling and on fire within seconds as I rub myself against the button and rough zip on his trousers, pushing myself into a fevered frenzy of longing.

There is no real foreplay, just a sudden need to consummate our passion right here and now and I reach down and unbutton him so he can spring free from the confines of fabric. Alexi feels me out, probing my warmth with his fingers, finding me wet and willing and doesn’t waste time on formalities.

He slides into me soon as he leans back over me and presses down on me as he does so, so our bodies fit snugly and muffle my moans of pleasure as they overtake me. Snug as a hand in a glove, he fills me up in the best kind of way, spreading that pulsating, gorgeously good feeling up through my pelvis and into my abdomen as he starts fucking me on his mother’s desk. My wild one unleashed and doing what he does best. Untamed in all his glory and a little feral mating.

When I groan, he puts a hand over my mouth to silence me and earns himself a bite and a grin. His mouth coming to my throat, my hands tangling in his thick dark hair as we get lost in the motion of a quick release.

I lift my pelvis to him and encourage faster stiffer strokes, hard screwing for a fast climax and don’t worry at all about skill. This is to satisfy a craving and a short quickie to pass the time while being stuck in here. I don’t care about the execution as long as I have him inside me, joined to me intimately. I feel whole when Alexi and I are having sex. Nothing compares to having him all over me, possessing me and making me his all over again.

It’s only moments of sheer bliss, him grinding on top of me as I try my hardest to keep quiet, mumbling quietly, clawing his neck half to death with my talon sharp nails as heat and ecstasy ride up in waves from my pelvis, and I close my eyes to savour every minute of defilement of this bitch’s desk. So close to climax even though he has barely worked me up to it. I guess delayed pleasure and waiting all day has helped the process.

“Alessandro!” There’s a harsh yell, and I thrust my eyes open, snapping my head to the left where the blinding light of the open doorway startles us to stop. Alexi turns too, and I’m too busy staring at the shocked, angry expression of bitch-faced Mama Carrero gawping at us in horror while holding a gift-wrapped box that I don’t even see what his reaction is. My insides clench, my stomach lurches, and my first reaction is to burst into a snorting laugh. Completely inappropriate but somehow not. I stifle the urge to laugh, seeing as I’m lying flat on her precious thousand-dollar desk, my dress up around my waist and my legs wrapped around her son while his trousers and boxers are down by his knees.

“Shit.” It’s a low rumbling hiss under his breath before he sinks his face down on my shoulder and lets out a slow groan while pulling out of me. It’s a bit of a ‘fuck my life’, and I have to slap a hand over my mouth to stifle the laugh that decides to continue coming out of me.

Yes, I’m amused that she walked in, it’s even better than I hoped for.

She stands stock still and he has to fumble with himself and his clothes while still against me, so she doesn’t get a full-on pornographic eyeful. She doesn’t seem to have any intention of looking away either. He pulls away dragging my dress down with him to cover my modesty and I barely move to help him. Not caring one iota if she sees me nude.

I stay for a moment, with eyes fixed on her, locked in a battle of snarled hatred and make unhurried, deliberate movements to cover myself in my position. Alexi sliding me off the desk to my feet, as I’m not doing it, and he turns away to button his trousers properly.

No one talks while we return everything to decent. I continue to look her way with a satisfied, smug expression, hoping to convey how unperturbed I am by her interruption. I feel like a sassy cat sharpening its claws in readiness for a territorial battle. I just marked my territory by pissing on her lawn.

“What on earth do you think you are doing? Defiling my room with this trash!” She slaps on an overhead light and storms into the room fully, pulling the door shut behind her in case anyone catches a whiff of what is going on. I presume that would be worse than death for her, to have this little shameful scene on show.

Alexi rights himself and turns back to face her, stony expression, no hint of anything, and I really have not an ounce of remorse. I don’t know what I was expecting from him if she caught us, maybe remorse or an apology, but he seems to have gone the opposite way. Alexi is in full-blown hostile defiance, and I wonder if this was the face he wore whenever she caught him being naughty as a kid.

He reacts to conflict in aggressive ways; maybe if she hadn’t insulted me and had a go at discovering us, he would handle this a whole lot differently, but she has pushed his ‘fuck’ and ‘you’ and ‘die’ button. Awoken his prick mode, and good luck with that. Even I know the only way around this version of him, is to breathe, calm down and back off, and come back at him with gentle handling. Even if he is in the wrong.

Softly softly wins the war with Lexi baby.

She clearly never learned that lesson in his entire life.

I’m kind of glad she caught us and hope she has to burn the desk, forever picturing Alexi fucking his hooker wife every time she comes in here. It’s wonderful.

“Avoiding you.” He points out dryly and I flick a sideways glance at him. Waiting for the apology because I know he didn’t want to do this in here; there must be some semblance of shame inside him for crossing a boundary in his mother’s study. He looks closed off and still, like the scary predator he can be, and I simmer a little, trying to feel him out.

“This is who she is pushing you to be? This slut encouraging this kind of filthy behaviour in my house and ….”

“OUR house. Do you forget I was both born and raised here, and this room used to be the place you locked me in anytime I was bad? Do you remember that? Sending me in here for hours on end to think about my behaviour, in the dark, because you told me you didn’t want to lay eyes on something as flawed as me. As for my trashy wife pushing me, did she look like she was the one being dominating on your desk? I have a mind of my own and march to no one’s beat but mine. Did you learn nothing from a lifetime of knowing me?” Lexi’s tone completely changes, and I blink at him in surprise, not only for him taking blame for what I obviously orchestrated, but also looking around the room once more and trying to picture using it as a den of punishment when he was a child.

Locking him away, making him feel isolated.

And why in the dark? What kind of cruelty is that?

This room is pitch black even in the day, so I cannot imagine how a little boy would feel being locked in here and told he was not allowed a light on. I wonder if it’s why he never has the rooms in complete darkness at home. He always has low lights on. He has them everywhere and on a timer, so soon as it gets dark, they come on to create peaceful glows, and the apartments are rarely dark. It never dawned on me before how he never has complete darkness, ever.

The bitch scarred him.

“What did I ever do to deserve a son like you?” She almost spits it at him, smashing down the boxed gift on a side unit, startling me so I jump in fright and almost lose my heart through my mouth. She flies back around to face us, snarling, hating the very sight of us; I just cross my arms across my boobs, pushing them up and jut my hip out as I face her with attitude. Complete bitch mode incited, and I take on that good old catty stance of a girl who’s not about to take any shit from anyone, least of all her.

eyes lock and the tension sizzles with the heavy fog of nastiness. Alexi walks to beside me and slides a hand around my upper arm to guide me away from her piercing laser beam stare and tries to manoeuvre

and he just wants to leave before he snaps. I can feel him brimming with that restless negative energy that’s usually followed by sadistic behaviour and I relent, knowing he is trying to rein himself in. My need to protect him overwhelms me, and I know getting him out and away from

to mean?” She accuses, following us as we make it to the door and slams a hand on the handle as he reaches for it, blocking our way and making it clear we don’t get to leave while she has a bone to pick. I can imagine the bully she was when he was a child as she stands there trying to intimidate us, forgetting she is the shortest

hand off by leaning down and tugging her wrist away without a care

in the face when I let go. Lurching back, grasping her hand and gasping

She snaps at me, but I don’t get a chance to respond. While I’m busy self-imploding to explosive lava proportions, Alexi spins me out of the way so

Who the fuck do you think you are? I’m the head of this fucking family now, not Father, and you will do well to remember, in our family, that makes me God. My word is law. The reason you get to live your sad quiet little lie of existence in peace and safety. You ever disrespect me or my wife again, I will show you exactly what kind of son you deserve. I have held my tongue for over thirty years, and I’m done playing your games. Don’t piss me off, you won’t like the side of me I have kept hidden out of respect for you, Mama; that side will give you nightmares no one can save you from! Trust me, there’s a side of me I have protected you from, and I have no qualms about showing it to you now!” Alexi is snarling, growling, leaning in as she curls into a timid little ball, instantly silenced in genuine fear at what I suspect is a first for her. I see the horror in her eyes, the paling of her complexion as her blood drains away, the terror that used to run through my veins as Beast Alexi

and won’t take

have him

and silence and put her in her fucking

the face from his father, only scarier. Her instant submission signals she knows better than to fuck with it on him, it’s thrown her, so maybe now she realises she shouldn’t fuck with Alexi either. Like father like son, only a hundred times deadlier, and with no depth of husbandly love to save her from

Genuinely afraid of him probably for the first time in her life. I should feel smug at this point, but I don’t. I feel saddened that when he calms down, he will

her for

holds it open for me. Waiting with no hint of expression anymore. Closed up tight and retreating into his head until we get out of here. I perk up, paste a smile on my face for his benefit,

kiss, sarcasm dripping and smile when she practically swallows her

wank of

side, saying nothing else. He doesn’t look back, doesn’t utter a goodbye, just takes my arm and leads us out into the kitchen before pulling me silently through the house to

us and I hope his last ounces of always crawling for her

smacks my arse saucily as we walk in the front door of his house and sends me trotting across the floor in bare feet. He has my shoes in his hand after I discarded them in the car and tosses them

about it, so I left it alone, knowing if he wants to talk it out then he won’t be shy about it. I left him to brood, and I can tell he is trying to throw it off, so it doesn’t follow us for the rest of our day. I can almost bet he needs a few minutes of

sexual appetite with her nonsense. I so badly needed that

No babies—thank God.

time meeting

being a sanctimonious

carefully with him in the future, now she has seen hints of what he has always tried to shield her from. She has no clue

crush her effortlessly. Even though I know he wouldn’t. She has no idea how lucky she is that he cares about her, even if it’s a misplaced love she in no way deserves. Alexi could have made her life hell all these years, but he did the opposite

on and watch daytime TV. You snooze you lose, bad boy.” I wink back at him, bringing humour to the atmosphere and willing him to be okay. I feel guilty now we aren’t there anymore and have deep remorse for putting him in a position for that kind of outcome. As much as I hate her, he loves her. She’s his mother, and what just happened is

Sounds familiar.

I will not let him slide back into trying to appease her. I have

when he really needs a good way to relieve stress and a pick me up to how wretched he must be feeling. I hold the key to making it all better and I aim to pull out all the stops for him

after me, but I’m already darting up the stairs so I can set about looking for

few days. I thought about what I wasn’t giving him in terms of his needs. More specifically, Alexi’s lack of kinky sex, bondage and such, since we got together. I know he took it off the table because of how I am with it, but I know it’s in him to want it and long for it. That’s what kinks are. Strong desires and urges, and men stray when theirs are not met. He married a sex worker with more skills than

I revel in his skills from his past.

sex life anytime soon, I want to be all he needs, all he desires. After these past few days, I feel like he needs to know I will go the extra mile for him whenever he needs me to. He has changed so much for me, so I should, and will manage my hang-ups for the occasional BDSM themed night of passion. I

my clothes out of my case, looking for sexy underwear, suspenders and such, and something

believe in the fact he will never hurt me. That he knows my limits and won’t cross boundaries. I already know that pain isn’t his thing, it’s just about control and restraint. I can live with that if it’s him. I love him enough to try, and then

way. I love him that much and I want him to see that he is worthy of a love so deep I’m willing to do anything for him. Undo the doubts his mother put inside his head. Now

completely focused on what I’m doing and pushing fear aside. Aware he won’t be long, so I’m being speedy. Fishnet stockings and red stilettoes. Hair pulled up into a messy updo and I retouch my makeup with a sultry smoky eye

seductive goddess before me. She looks confident and capable and in no way quaking internally with a dry mouth and pounding heart rate. Sex Queen from head to toe. I pull out the long leather belts I had

will power to carry out. The thought of it makes my hair stand on end and I get goosebumps all over in dreaded anticipation. I feel like my body goes limp and weak and my blood runs cold at what I’m about

Trust.

huge steps for us and I need to show him I’m willing to do the same. I’m willing to put my fears aside and give him one of his biggest desires to make him happy too. I know he won’t do anything terrifying to me even while he has full control and the green card

to sit along the vanity to create a low sultry ambience. I press my phone for the soothing music to play over the Bluetooth surround sound system just as Alexi walks into the bedroom and catches sight of me standing with my hands behind my

can do this. I just need to look at him and remind myself that

eyes as they travel up my body from feet to face. Taking me in, scanning the room as he relaxes against the frame and a smile spreads across his face. He seems calmer, back to confident alpha, probably thanks to a few shots of booze, and much

lust consuming him as soon as he lays eyes on my outfit. The way he slowly gazes over me again, lingering on my breasts tells me