The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance)

Chapter 42

‘’Goodnight.’’ I whisper so softly and turn to make an attempt to slide away from him, relieved I am escaping unscathed, and he seems to have forgotten he’s pissed at me, but he catches me by the throat, softly cups it and pins me back to the wall so fast I gasp at the surprise of it.

‘’Can’t end a date without a kiss.’’ He smirks at me salaciously, and that’s when I know I’m done for, he knows it too and this was all just meaningless teasing. Prick was playing me all along. He likes my little attempts at turning him down and I hold my breath and will myself to numb this out. Knowing I won’t be able to dodge him.

‘’You said it wasn’t a … …’’ Alexi swoops in without warning and locks his mouth to mine. Silencing me and like the stupid weak fool I know I am, I kiss him back. Defeated as my body instantly heats and tingles; that same irrational impulse overtakes me as my hands find his neck and shoulders and I give as much as he is. Tongues intertwining in seconds, he pins my wrists to the wall as he devours me.

My only excuse is the sex last time left me tainted and the craving I have had since needs to be fed. Once I get my fill then maybe it will stop.

Alexi is the kind of kisser that blows your mind right out of the water, he knows what he’s doing and kisses exactly as a seducer should. Your toes curl, you wish your clothes would literally peel off to save time and get him on top of you faster. He heats your blood to fever temperature in less than ten seconds with devilish good lip action and roaming hands, and you forget all self-respect or protests with just the feel of his mouth on yours. He doesn’t give too much tongue, enough to tease, to draw yours to him and yet somehow it’s like he knows just how to make love to your mouth without breaking for a breath.

I have kissed a lot of men in my lifetime but none were as enjoyable as the way he kisses. Alexi has ruined me for mere men to ever kiss agai, and I hate that despite telling him no to kissing it’s a

boundary he chose to keep ignoring. I know that is just another power play in itself, he is all about games and putting me in my place.

I get hoisted up against him, bodies pressed as he carries me into his room and deposits me on my own feet when he finally breaks free to shut the door but leaves the lights off, so we are silhouetted in the moonlight. His hands skimming me as he dives for my neck and I literally turn to hot liquid, all resistance gone and my own palms slide under his jacket to push it off as he finds the upper edges to my stocking and rips them from my suspender belt. He drags my dress up enough to feel me out and I almost buckle with how quickly he goes straight for the goal. His hands in my knickers and figuring out that I got ready and willing the second he pinned me to the wall.

I groan as he probes me, mouth back on mine and he grins against my kiss. I guess I can forget my refusal, he has me back like he did the first time. Panting for him.

‘’So much for not wanting me to fuck you.’’ He rasps breathlessly and goes back to sucking my jaw and lip while my body almost convulses with his intentions. He is equally good with his hands, and I am surprised that someone like him would ever have learned the art of giving pleasure to a woman this expertly, seeing as he’s such a self-centred prick who normally takes what he wants. I have no doubt he could make me climax with what he is doing, and it’s wholly unnerving. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

I have NEVER had a man get me off with just his hands and kissing. He truly is the devil.

I cling to him as my legs turn to jelly and try like crazy to stop moaning so loudly. It’s obvious I am enjoying what he’s doing but I don’t need to let him know that, he’s smug enough without me making him cockier.

My body turns to liquid heat and try as much as I can, but I know I’m lost to what he is doing and the noises coming out of me are completely involuntary. I was never really a verbal screw but Alexi gives a whole new meaning to moaning in pleasure.

Alexi lets me go and I almost fall over with the sudden release of his body against mine, gasping in longing and annoyed that he’s stopped what felt so good when he spins me around and almost face palms me to the wall. I end up with palms splayed on the surface with him behind me, gasping and panting while his hands run down each side of my body and stop on my upper thighs. His touch burning my skin as he trails across it. I instantly sober from my lust drunk stupor and focus on the fact he has me this way, that tingling of uncertainty turning to fear and I make a move to try and turn around.

‘’I told you I hate this fucking dress.’’ He grinds his boner against my arse, hoarsely talking in my ear before biting my earlobe. I yelp, not enjoying this anymore and again trying to turn to face him, heart rate elevating, stomach turning in knots with the overwhelming foreboding coursing through me. Alexi just flattens me back to the wall and rips the damn dress open from the bottom middle seam and yanks it all the way up and apart that I practically fall out of it with the sudden release.

It’s raw and primal and ordinarily would make me hornier than hell. Ripping and tearing expensive fabric literally right up the centre, with brute force until it’s completely detached, and he yanks it free and tosses it aside, still pinned to the wall in my underwear, and he’s back against me, his body hard to mine as he presses one hand over my palm on the wall and the other slides around my waist. Instead ,I am just trying to breathe as I am held captive in a position that’s turning me into a slow emotional wreck, still fighting his death grip to get him from behind me as my legs start to shake. It is heaven and hell all in one.

To feel him wrapping himself around me and against me once more, filling a yearning emptiness that is always inside of me. My body stirring and heart soaring with his embrace, yet at the same time, there’s a deep sense of terror at the back of my mind, reminding me he uses sex on me at every turn, and I should be wary. I don’t like that he is behind me and my inner nerves are swirling and growing as I try like crazy not to let this fear raise its head in front of him again. Taking shallow breaths and staving off

my panic attack. I won’t show him the same mess he met that night in the apartment, I won’t let him know how much being taken this way affects me, or he will endlessly use it.

I have endured it many times before. I can and will endure it with him, before showing him that weakness once more. Grit my teeth and bare it. ‘’Tell me.’’ He rasps and tilts my head back with a hand around my throat, pressing the back of my skull into his strong shoulder firmly, and looks at my face from his higher view point. Even in half-darkness he looks formidable and sexy as hell. All strong lines and handsome features in the moonlight, he just exudes masculinity from every pore. The tormenter who seduces his prey.

‘’Tell you what?’’ I reply breathily, putty in his hands and willing to go to hell just to feel him inside of me again. I try not to focus on my rapid breathing or shuddering heartbeat as I fight the waves of darkening fear growing in the pit of my tummy. I want to turn around, but if I do then he will know why. I don’t want to enforce his power of what this can do, so I will play along and fight its effects.

‘’That you want this … that you want me.’’ It’s all about control and surrender for him and I bite on my lip, willing myself to defy him, fight him and refuse him that little consent he needs, but my voice has other ideas.

‘‘I want you.’’ It’s soft and breathless and I wish I could take it back the second I say it, hating my own failings. I tremble when I hear that low deep laugh in his throat.

‘’Good girl.’’ The sinister edge within that normally happy sound makes my insides crumble to dust. Fear upping a gear as I realise this is not what I hoped it would be. Two words, spoken in that voice that always drags me to heel. I just unleashed the devil.

Alexi grabs my wrist and pulls it back behind me and holds it against my spine cruelly, so fast I barely have a moment to catch on or take a breath. The arm around my waist tightens viciously as he hauls my body back and he kicks my ankles apart in a manner befitting a prisoner in shackles. Every ounce

of blood within me drains from my body, cold terror draws the last warmth from me and my face ices with the knowledge that this is what he wanted.

‘’Alexi, not like …’’ I can’t get the words out as he covers my mouth with a rough hand, clamping me quiet and taking away any ability to refuse. He pushes my head against the wall as he bends me over and thrusts inside of me in one easy swoop that sends me crashing painfully against the hard surface as I bang my shoulder and chest with a muffled yelp. Manoeuvred and held like a piece of meat for his bidding. Entered again in that spiteful way of his which is meant to hurt. Held taught, bent over and being punished in the worst way I start clawing frantically with my one free hand at the wall in a bid to get out of this position, pulling at his hand as I’m forced with the power of his thrusts into a more prominent bent over shape while being screwed.

My head hits the wall as he impales me again, my arm aching with the way I’m restrained by one arm behind me and it’s excruciating. There’s no pleasure in what he is doing, he’s punishing, humiliating and ravaging me in the worst possible way as his penetration burns my skin inside and out. All enjoyment gone as fear racks through me, memories and pain slice through my brain, being taken from behind, mouth gagged, body bound as I was abused over and over until my body bled and my legs shook with the effort of staying upright.

The traumas of those nightmares that never cease to haunt me, and he’s making me relive every single one. The biting pain of unwanted sex, the burn as my body tries to reject what’s not wanted and the rough hard way he is using my body and treating me like a worthless vessel to screw. He saw the weapon he had and he is using it. He turns everything into something to hurt me and this inhumane display of dominance is just another tool to put me in my place.

I should have known I wouldn’t bypass punishment, I should never have trusted him.