The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance)

Chapter 166

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.

Before I get a chance to blink or take a breath, he flips us over and is on top of me 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 in and hits me with a kiss on the forehead. It’s a little sign of ‘baby, I will still be your gentle man, but maybe you better think up a safe word’. Moving into that sexy hostile mode of crazy sex and a lot of positioning.

I tense for a second and wonder if it really is wise to unleash him while I feel a little tender and raw, then think ‘screw it’ how bad could it be?

“Scream as much as you want, it turns me on.” That wicked, sadistic smile that warns me of his intentions riles my excitement, apprehension too and then Alexi moves into screwing me senseless.

Fast, hard, almost aggressive as he pins me to the mattress and gives my body what it has needed since the first time we ever had sex. He lifts my legs and wraps them around his waist, holding one of my wrists to the bed tightly as his mouth devours my throat, my jaw and my lips. Igniting all that burning passion from within me.

It’s literally the opposite end of the spectrum to what he started, and I couldn’t be quiet even 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 we release a lot of that right now.

I admit I have a moment of concern that maybe I won’t handle him in all his unleashed crazy glory, and I might have to bail and get back on top. The first few minutes of being body slammed to the bed while howling my lungs out like a panting porn star has me rethinking the wild one’s dominant ways.

Thrusting, pounding me into the bed, manoeuvring me around the room in every way possible until we both drip with perspiration and the groans and moans and grunts and cries are echoing around us like

crazy. We are definitely not quiet. And even he, the master of silence, is adding to the noise in ways I’ve never heard him before. I guess he too is letting go of a little control and allowing himself to be unguarded with me.

It feels too good though. An internal deep kind of satisfying sex that makes my body sing and positions that even a well-used whore like me has never been in before. He’s adventurous anyway and not shy about telling me where, how and what to do. I don’t think I ever got a full-on play of this side of him until now, and I bloody love it.

If I thought we had hit our 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 kneels in against it, pulling my legs up ridiculously at a right angle to my body so he can insert his penis and thrust it into me with gusto while I struggle to inflate my lungs.

My back and head bouncing against it as he drives home all six 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 head.

All I can do is obey like a limp ragdoll, body 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 thank the gods I’m flexible. I’m practically folded in half and he just seems like he’s having a good time.

After having my ankles at my ears, at one point 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 bit of respite on my flexibility. Alexi is insatiable and has more stamina than most mortals. Not to mention a lot of upper body strength and ability to hold me in almost any angle and still perfect that art of thrusting his ample manhood into me.

I don’t think I have ever experienced a sex romp quite like this, 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 of grasping, rubbing, banging and being pounded against the mattress, floor and furniture. I don’t think a lesser woman could keep up with him.

As I near what feels like a huge body-ripping orgasm, building up from my toes, I cry out so loudly his 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, gives me the urge to giggle and threatens to intervene on my third orgasm.

The last two were smaller, toe-curling, but this one is building to 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 look at any of them again. I’m sure he broke one of the vanity’s legs while I was flat on my back on it and he was penetrating me right up to my tonsils and holding me down by my breasts.

Move over Mr Grey. Alexi doesn’t need a red room when he has plenty of fun on normal everyday furniture.

Now that is what I call skill.

Nose to nose, sweat dripping from his brow and down that handsome face, as he kisses and fends off my kinky bites, 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 behind me. Even in his frenzy of hard slamming and aggressive screwing, it’s the one boundary he has held up without it even crossing my mind.

I trust him to always stick to it. Even high on lust and crazed sex hormones. He is still making sure he keeps me facing on, no matter how we screw.

“Alexiii, ugh, fuuuccckkk.” I throw my head back as the waves shoot up from my toes to my knees and abdomen with very little prior warning that it was coming this soon, climbing and dragging 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 as it’s compounded with extreme pleasure.

An explosion that literally rips a primal scream from me and I shudder under him violently, body spasming out of control as I’m engulfed in the best orgasm I have 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 my body releases enough fluid to signal a proper climax of epic proportions. Oblivious to all as erotic dizziness and extreme pleasure make my body convulse and soak him to the extreme when I hit the pinnacle finale.

I gush like a dam just exploded and probably sent a tidal wave across the bed.

He keeps thrusting, undeterred by being hit with a tsunami and he too finds his release and pours himself into me as the last of my cries and spasms end all over him. A dizzying end, instantly exhausted and completely done with sex.

Real satisfaction and something so rare after sex with normal men.

I slump down when it subsides, cradled into his arms as he too nestles down heavily through his own 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, to a drawer.

I’m crushed by his weight for a moment before he regains some strength and lifts off the top of me. Two clammy bodies zinging with electricity and tingling with satisfaction that no vibrator has ever got out of me before.

Well, maybe if BOB is a good boy, then one day he and Alexi can have a threesome with me.

Not that I think Lexi needs the help. But you know, I have more than one place to insert him. I think being double tapped by those two might be the only thing that ever tops this fuck session.

Alexi pulls me with him down the bed and manages to flop my lifeless body on the drier parts of the mattress with zero help from me. I’m literally incapable of moving 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 all.

If you fall for a crazy nutter, with a tendency towards sadism, cold brutal acts and shit loads of money, make sure he can fuck you like a god and you will never have reason to complain ever again.

Good sex can make 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 leave her. He is that good in the sack.

I thought delaying sex with this man would only heighten the 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 my skin on show and the sheen of perspiration is a testimony to the workout he just put me through.

Alexi moves from over me and rolls onto the bed beside me, 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 and I may not be conscious for much longer.

He runs his fingers over my back, bringing me 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. I need to do nothing for a few minutes, or I may die.

“That was worth the wait.” His husky voice rumbles from inside his chest and I can only smile like the Cheshire cat and nod lazily, not even able to put anything into moving my head more than an inch.

He puts meaning into the statement ‘I’m completely fucked’.

I have never been 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 more reason to like it.

I lie there enjoying his gentle strokes and caresses on my naked spine and across my hair for a few minutes before I can look up at 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 words finally transmit.

“Well, that was something I want to repeat. After a lot of recovery time.” I exhale with meaning. Maybe a week or two or even longer if the lack of feeling in my legs is anything to go by. I may need a

wheelchair.

Smiling, I catch his eye and the utter contentment I see there as he smiles back at me in a very soft smitten way I never in a million years imagined I would see on his face.

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For any woman.

It does insane things to my insides.

“You’re amazing.” He grins at me before stroking back my hair and pulling me up the bed from under my arms as though I’m nothing more than a weightless, empty bag of air to him.

“I don’t think any of that was me.” I exhale heavily, still in recovery mode, useless as a person and nestle against him more cosily now I’m nearer his neck and get enveloped into a hug rather than using him as a mattress.

Not even lying at that. I don’t think anything in the whole session was actually me.

Alexi exhales too. A cross between a satisfied sigh and a tad frustration and I tilt my face to look at him, a little niggle starting in my belly. A change in his overall energy and the atmosphere suddenly dies a little. Gut telling me he’s not staying in bed with me like this and my stomach flutters with deflation.

“What is it?”

“I could lie here all day, but we need to get up. I have to go find out if my men have useful intel and then go to my delayed sit down with anything I have learned. You need to eat.” He moves from under me, planting a chaste kiss on my temple and slides to sit up and plonk his feet on the floor.

Just like that, back to reality and he has his crown and serious head back on. No lying about to enjoy what just went down between us and I sigh and flop onto my back in deflation.

Annoyed with the way he can just change the mood and ruin the moment and pissed at myself for being this needy.

“We could lie here for a little while.” I sulk petulantly feeling way more disappointment than I should, considering he just gave me a solid couple of hours of one-on-one attention. I don’t even care about his intel anymore, not when I’m fully fat cat and oblivious to anything outside of our bubble.

“We could but I would have to reschedule and then we wouldn’t be able to get on a flight first thing and it would fuck up my plans for the next three days. We can lie here later.”

I sit up, both curiosity and trepidation piqued and plant my eyes on those wide shoulders as he moves to get off the bed.

He said ‘we’, so I’m going wherever he is but the fact he is only mentioning it now puts me on edge a little.

“Fly where, and what plans? Couple hours ago, you were dumping me and handing over the club, and now you have plans for us?” I raise a sceptical brow and get that charming flash of sexy smile thrown over his shoulder. Arrogant and gorgeous, a lethal combination.

“I was going with or without you, I’m glad it’s not the latter. Vegas, to see a casino I’m thinking of buying. It isn’t a bad thing getting you out of the city for a few days, and I think maybe after this, we need some time away from all of this shit.” He gets up, cockily confident in his nakedness and wanders towards the bathroom without attempting to cover up.

He really is set on getting to it, I guess Alexi is not a man who just lazes around.

Too much energy in that body and head. I watch him move away. Bitterly disappointed that we couldn’t just stay here and fall asleep together like normal couples would do after the first important sex session. Even if it’s not that late and we haven’t eaten. It would have been the perfect end to that type of sex. My little bubbles, tingles, and happy gooey stuff inside me shrivels up and dies, and I’m slightly irritated even though he isn’t really deserving of it.

I watch him and am momentarily distracted though. Alexi has a very nice arse, it’s very peachy and pert and got me fanning myself with thoughts of round two just watching his casual stride of naked booty and I almost forget what we were even talking about.

“Hmm,” I answer distractedly and literally have to tear my eyes away as he turns to me with a cute ‘I caught you’ look.

“My men should have something more from that scumbag we chased down, I will be a few hours. Meanwhile, I have Mico gathering all your stuff from the club to bring here, make sure you pack for at least three days of Vegas heat and be ready for an early flight.”

The minor details fly over my head as one huge red flag jumps right out at me in that command. Forgetting all else and mood plummeting like a plane into a fiery volcano. Burning the pilot to death.

“Bringing all my things? As in, moving out of the club? To here? Don’t I get a choice of where I might want to live?” Eyes widening, heart rate elevating and I spring up like we didn’t just have hours of bedroom gymnastics knackering me. I know he mentioned before this would be the safest place for me, but I didn’t think it was a permanent and undiscussed decision. I thought we would at least talk about it first.

“Nope. I told you. Safer with me … then maybe, just better with me. You don’t belong in the club anymore.” He shrugs, that cockiness of ‘I’m the boss and I’m deciding what’s best for you’, and I just

scowl at him. Anger hitting me hard that you give him an inch and he takes half the state. He does not get to exclude me from my own club and job without even a thought to ask me first.

“You are a shithead with a severe bossy arsehole complex sometimes, you know that? Even if I do happen to love you, it doesn’t mean you get to dictate. If I want to live here, it will be my choice when you ask me in a proper, gentlemanly and loving way. The club is my home and I should get to choose, not you. It’s my job and you do not get to decide when I’m done being there!” I raise my brows and give him my strongest pointed look in a haughty bitchy tone that is meant to sound commanding. Standing up to him and drawing a line in the sand that I won’t put up with it. I’m not one of his ‘yes, sir’ hoes from back in the days before Camilla was his woman!

Alexi just smirks, turns back towards the bathroom with a glint of wickedness in those pale devil’s eyes.

“Good luck with that. I need to shower and head out.” He just strolls off whistling to himself and the urge to throw something has me grabbing his pillow and chucking it right after him in fury. Rage ignited that he’s such a smug prick. It lands with a weird heavy thump a few feet away from him.

“Wanker!” I yell, literally biting bullets and madder than hell. Alexi is an arse. I should have known he would still be a bossy one no matter how he feels about me.

He turns at the door and winks, no retort, no comeback, just a fucking wink and smile and he pushes the door half closed so he can get behind it to access his shower. Uncaring if he just ruined sex and left me with a filthy mood and a desire to poison him.

He knows I can’t argue; he knows he will get his way because of what just went down, and I know it too.

He’s right. I’m safer away from the club and anywhere he is. I can’t exactly say I don’t want to stay here; this apartment is my idea of heaven. It’s just I should get a goddamn say in my own life. He does not dictate and boss me around. He is NOT my master.

I swear I just got a glimpse of what life with this man will be like. He honestly does not care if he is an arrogant sod with a major control freak complex. After all his love confessions and making me cum like a waterfall, he can still be such a dickhead.

My dickhead though. All mine and I no longer even doubt that. I guess I will have to learn to pick my battles with this one and remember how to coerce him when I don’t agree.

If he thinks he got himself an easy ride with a woman who will bend to his will, then he has another thing coming. My fucking club, my choice when to leave it.

Arsehole.