Carlyle: A Dark Mafia Romance

by Raven Scott

  “You look like a fairy. It’s very sexy.” My lips parted in surprise at that, and he met my eyes and held them as he kissed down my belly. Desire ran rampant in my veins when he dipped his tongue into my navel, and I moaned as he gripped my thighs to part them. “It’s going to be a long, long night, Valerie.”

  “Carlyle . . . ” He licked outside my panties with all of his tongue, and I shivered with a moan as rapture shot through me. My hands flew to his hair, and he hummed softly in satisfaction as he spread my legs wider. “Oh, my, God . . . Carlyle . . . ”

  Nibbling my clit, his hot breath seeped through the fabric, and I squeezed my eyes shut to savor the sensations curling my toes. Small grumbles and sounds of satisfaction reverberated through me, and he flicked his tongue against my sensitive nub. Rumbles of euphoria began to radiate from my core, the heat beating sweat down my neck, and I flexed my fingers in his hair in wordless greed.

  Crawling up to capture my mouth in a hot, passionate kiss, Carlyle sucked in a breath through his nose before pulling back to pant hoarsely. For a fraction of a second, I thought I saw something dark and wild in his eye, but he hid it well before claiming my lips and tongue.

  43

  Valerie

  Grinding against me, the friction of our bodies dribbled between my breasts, and Carlyle lapped it up like he lived on my sweat. Every tilt of his hips, every breath, was heavy, savoring each individual sensation, and I gripped the pillow above my head tighter. He lavished me with his kisses, the dense tickle of his happy trail against my abdomen, and I sucked in a shallow inhale as he peeled back the thin lace of my bra.

  Tugging my throbbing nipple with his teeth, Carlyle reached between us into my panties, and I sputtered a moan. His rough fingers circled my clit expertly, eyes laser-focused on my face to capture each minute flicker of pleasure, and I gulped down the lump in my throat. His finger slid easily between my folds, and he switched to my left nipple to groan in satisfaction. My juices dripped onto the sheet, and his lips caressed my abdomen before he pulled my panties off.

  “Beautiful . . . ” The reverent whisper slithered up my sternum, and Carlyle licked his lips hungrily as he gripped my thighs and spread them wide. My slick folds parted to expose me to his gaze, and I clenched on nothing as he settled on his front. Flicking the tip of his tongue up my slit, he drew a guttural moan from deep in my chest, and I tensed as pleasure gripped my muscles.

  Gripping his head with my thighs, I trembled under the weight of his mouth, and he gingerly worked two fingers into my channel as he swirled his tongue around my bead. Sputtering a moan, I tilted my hips eagerly, and Carlyle caressed my inner walls as he pulled out. Reaching to grip my breast and squeeze, he grumbled his satisfaction when I tightened around his digits, and his knuckle hairs gyrated against my folds.

  “C-Carlyle . . . I’m gonna come. Make me . . . make me come.” Pressure built behind my shuttered lids, but I wasn’t sure Carlyle could hear me through my tense thighs. My walls undulated around his fingers, and he curled and twisted as pleasure coiled in my belly. “Carlyle . . . ”

  Panting harsh and irregular, I tangled my hands in his hair to grind against his mouth, and Carlyle’s groan bounced off my lower ribs. Shivering as I lost myself in the glory of it all, I struggled a sputtering moan, and he twisted his fingers to just the right spot. Pleasure flooded my body, and my thighs tightened around his head as my heels dug into his shoulders. The ground-shattering moan that escaped me thickened the atmosphere, and I arched sharply in an effort to relieve the pressure on me.

  But Carlyle didn’t give an inch, and I spasmed lightly when he tugged my clit with his teeth. My juices spilled out of my entrance when he eased out of me, and he licked them up with feverish, proud sounds. The frenzy in my chest stole the energy in my legs as they fell apart, and he kissed up my front as his fingers teased my entrance.

  “I love that sound.” Capturing my lips hard, Carlyle’s grumble lodged in my throat, and he slipped three fingers into my channel. Grinding his body to his thrusts, his pants rolled down the valley between my breasts, and I gripped his face in both my clammy palms. The taste of myself and him was intoxicating, and he drew back to duck into my neck as he humped me. A soft squelch cut through the dense air between us, and he wiggled and curled his fingers as I clenched around them.

  Flinging my arms over his shoulders, my nails dug into his skin, and Carlyle’s powerful muscles played under sweat-slickened skin.

  “Fuck, I’m gonna cum again. I-I’m gon-na . . . I . . . ” Burying my shriek of pleasure in his shoulder, my knees clung to his hips as spasms strafed my spine. “Oh, my, God . . . Carlyle!”

  My toes curled sharply, and I scratched at Carlyle’s back as rapture blanketed my mind. His fingers left me to be replaced with the scorching hot, spongy head of his cock, and he ground between my folds to coat himself in my wetness. Bracing his forearm above my head, he pulled back his hips and palmed my crown, and I gasped as anticipation sloshed through my chest.

  “Fuck me hard . . . hard . . . hard . . . hard! Fuck me hard!” If he had tried to be gentle and caring, his efforts just stopped at my plea, and Carlyle thrust with a sharp snap of his hips. His cock stretched my walls, the silkiness of his skin gyrating against my walls as they clamped down on him. Gripping my ass with his nails, he strained a groan through teeth that dug into the taut muscles in my neck.

  Rolling back, my eyes ached from the vicious pounding against them, and Carlyle exited me almost completely before surging back in. His hips bashed mine with the distinctive slap of skin on skin, and he set a grueling, vicious pace. Undulating around his hard cock, I spasmed with the force of my orgasm, and he jostled both my legs over his shoulders to pin my knees against my chin.

  “Oh-h-h fuck! Fuck me hard! Harder!” Squeaking my pathetic need, I panted weakly as Carlyle grabbed the backs of my knees and drilled. Colorful spots assaulted my shuttered lids, and I gripped the pillow above me just to hold onto something. His cock bruised my spot over and over, the veins caressing sweetly even as he rammed my channel. Grunts rained down on me, and he spread my thighs to watch his cock disappear into my channel.

  “Jesus, Valerie . . . Val . . . you sweet-t . . . ” Sharp, jarring thrusts sent me high, higher, and higher, Carlyle grunted my name as he forced himself as deep as he could go. His sac slapped against my ass cheeks, his nails digging to the point of stinging, and I came hard. Air invaded the thin space between my brain and my skull, and I couldn’t remember to breathe under the onslaught as pleasure locked my empty lungs.

  “On your knees. On your knees, Valerie.” Unhooking his nails from my quivering flesh, Carlyle jostled my hips up, and my knees spread easily apart on the sheets. He jiggled my ass cheeks with an appreciative groan, and I managed a shallow breath before he plunged into my depths with a grunt. “Fu-u-uck!”

  His hiss rolled up my back, and my cry of pleasure muffled in the bed as I clenched around his thick rod. Cracking his palm against my ass cheek, Carlyle growled gutturally, and I arched hard as the sting surged behind his groan to lodge between my shoulder blades.

  “Fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck yes-s-s! Carlyle! Spank me . . . oh-h-h, God!” Smacking my ass cheeks, Carlyle gripped the globes and spread them, squeezing hard, and I lost it. Tears rolled down my nose, and I shuddered as my high-pitched moans morphed into whimpers. His thrusts sharpened, and he gripped my hips tightly to force me back onto his cock. “Oh, God, yes-s-s-s. Right there . . . right there!”

  Draping himself over me, Carlyle kissed my shoulder, and I was sure my brain blew a fuse. I couldn’t do anything but take what he gave me, and he pushed down on my head and reached his arm under my thigh to circle my clit furiously.

  “Christ!” He thrust one final time, his cock throbbing to the furious beat of my heart as he emptied himself inside me. Tensing against my back, his muscles strained under his skin, and I pushed my ass against the rock-hard tone of his abs. My legs slid out from under me, and we collapsed into a heap of
sweaty, quivering flesh and ragged pants. His weight was so comfortable that even if I could breathe, I didn’t want to, and I whimpered as the air was pushed out of my lungs.

  “Your ass cheeks flex when you come. It’s so cute.” Growling lowly in my ear, Carlyle managed to half-roll off me, and I groaned mindlessly in acknowledgment. Caressing my flaming skin, he squeezed my cheeks and raked his nails up my back to wrap his arm under my chin. Harsh pants dried the sweat on my back, and I gripped his wrist weakly as he held me to him.

  44

  Carlyle

  Flopping my head back, I closed my eyes to savor the sound of Valerie choking on my cock, and pleasure tingled my thighs. She’d reversed my stance on blowjobs with one expert, flick of her tongue, and I gathered up her hair to watch my shaft disappear down her throat.

  Some of the girls I’d been with were sloppy, slobbering messes, but not Valerie. She sucked up her spit and dribbled it down to pump my cock, and I groaned softly when she squeezed the base. Clenching my jaw, I fisted both my hands in her hair, and her soft palms braced against my knees as I took control. Her gags became louder, her throat flexing around the head of my cock so nice, and I sat up to thrust against her chin.

  “Fuck, Valerie.” I couldn’t take it anymore, only managing a few thrusts before pulling her head up, and her bright, brown eyes locked on mine. Valerie practically jumped into my lap, and I kissed her hard as her hand fumbled to poise my tip between those luscious folds. The taste of her was indescribable, and she sat her tight pussy down my shaft to shudder and arch. Tearing my hands from her hair, I squeezed and pinched her breasts— if nothing else, I would never get tired of feeling the heavy globes spill out between my fingers.

  “Yeah . . . yeah . . . yeah . . . ” Whispering fast and hoarse, Valerie bounced on my cock and tossed her head back, and I ground my teeth against the utter euphoria building at my tailbone. “Fuck it’s so-o-o good-”

  Sucking her tight, pink nipples, I grappled her fat ass and squeezed, and she shivered and moaned as she tightened around my shaft. She made that sound— that beautiful moan that crackled in the middle and got higher at the end— and it was almost enough for me. Rolling her hips, she braced her hands on the sofa cushion, and I leaned back to tug her nipple harshly.

  “Bounce that ass on my cock, Valerie . . . oh fuck . . . ” My voice shook, and Valerie arched sharply at my demand before pulled her feet up onto the couch. “Yes-s-s just like that . . . just like that.”

  Squeezing her breasts together, I groaned as they jiggled from her jerky movements, and Valerie gasped when I palmed her ass cheeks. She paused, head flopping forward under her eyes met mine under those thick eyelashes, and I cupped her head to draw her lips to mine.

  Smack me hard. I could hear that whine ringing in my ears, and she hadn’t even said it. Rubbing her ass cheeks, I groaned when her pussy quivered in expectation, and I reared back my palm to slap the globe. She jolted with a squeak, and I sputtered as she squeezed my cock with the force of her orgasm.

  “Shit, Val, you come so easily.” Not that I was complaining, but how was I supposed to stave off when she just got tighter and tighter and tighter. Rolling her hips against my thighs, Valerie crashed her lips on mine, and I thrust sharply as my need for her just spilled over. Tangling my hands in her hair, I held her down and fucked her deep, and she squawked with each snap of my hips.

  Hers was such a cute sound.

  “Fuck . . . get on your knees, Val.” I wasn’t holding it together very well, but Valerie swung her leg over me to bend over my cock. Her soft lips closed around my head, and I pushed down to throat fuck her as I braced my feet on the floor. Gagging loudly, she hollowed out her cheeks, and my balls drew up as I ground my teeth and tensed with an expectation of my own. “Ah, yes-s!”

  She sucked me dry, her teeth grazing the ridge of my head, and I shuddered violently as my cum spurted onto her tongue. Pleasure rippled up my cock, and I stuttered a groan as Valerie swallowed my load with a hungry, pleased hum. Licking me clean, she panted furiously, her face red and teary, and I pulled her head to mine even while she pumped my cock.

  Dragging her on top of me as I laid down on the sofa, I gripped Valerie’s ass as her palms braces on either side of my head. She was always ready, always wet, and I thrust my half-hard cock between her legs. Tangling my tongue around hers, I couldn’t get enough, and I caressed up her back before she sat up to grind against me.

  “Oh . . . ” Rubbing her engorged clit with my thumb, I smirked at her little noise, and she threw her head back to get her hair out of her face. “I love it! I love it! Oh, my God, Carlyle . . . ”

  “If only I could get you to love the rest of me as much as you love my cock.” The words slipped lazily out of my mouth, and Valerie’s chin touched her chest as she puffed out her lips at me. Gripping her waist, I focused on catching my breath than thinking too much— that five-year difference was pretty telling right now.

  “You can’t expect that until after I stayed awake for Willem Dafoe. That’s a true milestone.” Barking a hoarse laugh, I propped my arm under my head, and amusement jostled in my chest among all the other shit I felt at this moment. “If I can’t do that, then there’s not much more you need to know about my commitment issues.”

  “We should get to that, then.” She smiled so sweetly, and I sighed in complacency as she leaned down to kiss me even sweeter. Cupping her cheek, I held her mouth to mine, and she sunk into my chest. “Not right after sex, though.”

  “I’m gonna pass out.” Nuzzling my chest, Valerie mimicked my sigh as I buried my nose in her hair, and my eyes rolled a little at how delicious she smelled. “We’ll set aside some time. I will get to the end.”

  My cheek twitched at that, and I wondered if Valerie was talking about the movie or this life. She’d never expressly said she wanted in, and she avoided most things unless they were noticeably bothering me. I didn’t blame her, of course, but I wasn’t sure how long she could tow that line.

  “Hey, Valerie?” Humming softly in acknowledgment, she played with my chest hair absently, and I stared dazedly at the ceiling. “I’ll never, ever begrudge you for walking away if you ever do.”

  “If I’m not around . . . ” Speaking haltingly, Valerie’s jaw worked against my sternum when she licked her lips. “There won’t be anybody who’s not afraid of you, Carlyle. There won’t be anybody you’re afraid of.”

  Inhaling deeply, I didn’t have anything to say to that because, once again, Valerie was right and I was wrong. Covering her face with my palm, I caressed her hairline and tucked the strands behind her ear.

  If this was what life would be like for the rest of mine, I would be happy.

  I would be more than happy.

  Note From The Author

  Hey! I hope you enjoyed the second book to The Syndicate. Please leave a warm review of the story as soon as you finish flip to the final page. I know a lot of you feel as if the story felt like there is a lot more to tell. And there is. I plan on continuing The Syndicate into book 3 with Erik.

  If you want to check out one of my standalone, Bruno is amazingly delicious. It’s not 100% pure romance as it has a lot of mafia elements, but it’s something I’d definitely check out if you have the time.

  Thank you so much for checking out Carlyle. If you want to read the prequel to the series, download my free book SANTINO here.