The Don’s Soulmate

18. Ettore

Chapter 18

Ettore

Carlotta's lips still burn against mine, her taste lingering; even after she pulls away.

"We can't do this," she whispers. If someone sees us…If Ugo finds out…My family will hunt you down.”

And so, we sit here, battling this cosmic force of attraction. It’s intoxicating and maddening all at once. I watch her closely, taking in the swell of her breasts beneath the fabric of her dress, the delicate curve of her neck, the way her lips part ever so slightly as she struggles to control her breathing. All of it calls to me, beckoning me to claim her as my own.

And why the hell shouldn’t I? This soft, beautiful woman doesn’t belong on Ugo Caputo’s arm.

Fuck it , I think to myself. She’ll never understand, until I show her.

"Carlotta, let me show you what you truly deserve," I growl, fisting a hand in her hair. Her eyes widen and she whispers we shouldn’t yet again, but I see her desire in those endless depths of green. I notice she didn’t say no.

My hands tighten around her waist. "Stay still,” I murmur, leaning closer to her, inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume. The proximity is a heady rush, but I remind myself that this is about her – showing her how I, Ettore Mancini, treat the woman who is with me.

"Please, Ettore..." she whispers, her voice soft and vulnerable. I reach out and gently cup her face, my thumb tracing the line of her jaw, the curve of her cheek. "He doesn’t see you. He’ll never see you the way I do.”

Her breath hitches, and I sense her inner the battle between. But as my fingers continue their slow exploration of her skin, I can feel the resistance crumbling.

"Let go," I urge, my voice barely more than a growl. "The expectations others place on you are not who you really are, not who you were meant to be."

Carlotta's eyes flutter open, her gaze locking with mine, filled with a mix of passion and apprehension. When she nods, it’s all the permission I need.

I push Carlotta's seat back abruptly. She gasps in surprise and I quickly move over the center console to her side, leaning over her.

She trembles under my grasp, gaze flickering with uncertainty. I won't have it.

"Shh. There’s no one here,” I insist. “It’s a dead end.” I lick a path up to her ear, nibbling the lobe.

A broken moan escapes her lips as I palm her breast through the thin fabric of her dress. Her nipple hardens under my touch, sensitive and aching for my mouth.

"Say it," I demand. “Say you want me.”

She squeezes her eyes shut. I give her breast a punishing squeeze, wringing a gasp from her. "Look at me."

She opens her eyes; now clouded with desire. She sighs softly, surrendering to my touch. “I want you, Ettore…”

Triumph surges through my veins, hot and heady. I crush my mouth over hers, devouring her sweetness. My hands find the hem of her dress, slowly sliding it up her legs, revealing inch by tantalizing inch of her smooth skin.

I tear my lips from Carlotta's, panting hard. The need to possess her burns through my veins like lava. My fingers trace the curves of her body.

"You’re gorgeous, Carlotta," I speak out my thoughts. "Every curve, every line... beauty that deserves to be worshiped."

She bites her lip, trying to suppress a moan as my hands move higher, teasing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Her breath comes in shallow pants, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she arches towards my touch, clawing at my shirt.

I move my hand between her legs, and feel her damp panties. I shove aside the thin lace, placing my hand against her skin and slide one finger inside her, feeling her soft warmth. I start to rub her clit, watching as she arches her back, her eyes rolling back in pleasure.

“Oh my god,” she moans, clutching at the seat.

I grin and remove my finger and her eyes flutter open in disappointment. With a swift movement, I pull her dress up and over her head, revealing her perfect, almost naked body. I want to see all of her.

She takes her dress and tries to cover herself. “You will never hide yourself from me,” I growl.

I take her dress and throw it to the floor. In the moonlight, her body clad in just panties and her bra is tantalizing beyond belief. The way her body’s formed, the perfect roundness of her thighs, the swell of her breasts fighting to be freed, the tightness of her belly sends an instant gush of blood to my cock.

I grip at the hem of her panties and roll them down her legs till they rest at her ankles. She shudders when I kiss the landing of her pussy on my way back up to her. I slide my hands under her back, and in one flick, unclasp her bra. Her beautiful, gorgeous breasts bounce free when I strip off her bra and I watch Carlotta blush, her eyes once again darting out of the window, before landing on me.

Her chest heaves with short breaths, her chest rising and falling rapidly, eyes wide with desire and fear. She's never been this exposed, this vulnerable, but I can see her heart racing for me, longing for me.

I push her down to the seat by her shoulders, my hands rough yet gentle. I can't help but groan, my own arousal pulsing just as fiercely as hers. I need to feel her against me, beneath me, belong to me. But first, I need to make sure she’s ready for me.

With a quick nip to her tit, I settle down on the floor of the car.

“Oh, Ettore, what are you doing to me…”she whispers as I lift her legs up and over my shoulders. Now, I have full access to her moist, delicious pussy. I waste no time in lowering my mouth on her.

As my tongue flicks against her swollen clit, Carlotta's back arches, her hands clutching at the car door. I can hear her soft moans and gasps as my lips and tongue explore the soft folds of her pussy. Her hips buck eagerly against my mouth, a silent plea for more.

In this car, with her body trembling against mine, we're two stars colliding in the cosmos. Our passion, our hunger for one another, it's all-consuming, unstoppable. This lust I feel for her burns brighter than any life force, and I just can't seem to get enough of her.

She’s so soft, wet and tight as I slide in my fingers, two at a time. She lurches from the force of it, from how I stretch her out, but I use my other hand to shove her down again. I rapidly smash my fingers against her pussy walls, my tongue still on her clit. Her juices drip down my face, telling me she’s ready for more, but first, I want to make sure the appetizer I deliver is worth the main course.

Her hips buck into my mouth and she moans out my name. “Ettore,” she screams into the car, and it’s like music to my ears. I curve my forefinger to meet the same spot inside her that my tongue touches outside her and she whimpers, her legs beginning to tremble.

I feel her orgasm building around her as her pussy begins to convulse around my fingers. Her breathing becomes ragged, and her moans become more frantic.

"Trust me, baby, lascia andare" - let go - I murmur, my fingers sliding in and out of her, my tongue dancing on her clit. Her pleasure is my pleasure.

“Oh fuck,” her voice comes out like a husky little sex doll, and my cock lurches to it just as the orgasm crashes over her, shaking her entire body. Her eyes roll back, and her mouth falls open in a silent scream of ecstasy.

Without giving her time to recover, I quickly unbutton my trousers and pull them down to rise as much as I can and find my way above her, our bodies crushing together, her breasts squeezing against my chest. I take one hand to part her still trembling legs and slam my cock into her. I find her freeze up, still breathless from her orgasm, and pull out from halfway in to slide in again. This time, she lets me.

As I thrust into her, she groans. Her soft, slick muscles taunt me to go deeper, and damn it I do as the fire of our lust grows stronger.

I look at her goddess-like face, and suddenly the thought of Ugo Caputo fucking her fills me with rage.

“He doesn’t fucking deserve you,” my hands push on her breasts for support as my cock slides in circular motions inside her. “You hear me? He doesn’t fucking deserve you,” I scream, and pull out my cock to make her once again feel what she deserves.

“Say it,” I scream, sliding it in fully, only to pull back out and plunge in again. My hips slap against her thighs, my cock drives into her over and over, her whimpers mixing with my growls, her nails dig into my back, her pussy clenching around me.

“Say it!” I scream at her.

“He doesn’t deserve me,” she cries out, her nails cutting into my skin as I pound into her relentlessly. Her body arches, her hands falling to the car seat and gripping the armrests.

The pace quickens to a fierce attack, my balls slapping against her, our bodies bruising and sweaty. I feel her cumming again, her pussy gripping my cock so tight it feels like it might cut off my blood supply. The orgasm builds in my own body with every stroke, every squeeze.

“Cum for me, Carlotta,” I growl, and I feel her heat explode around me, her muscles clenching and unclenching. She screams my name, and the sound of her pleasure is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.

As I feel the familiar tightening in my balls, I thrust harder, kicking our need for each other up another notch. Her body is a wild, untamed beast beneath me, and I’m the only one who can tame it. I grip her hips harder, urging her to meet my every thrust, to push us both over the edge.

“Carlotta,” I moan, my voice thick with lust. “I’m going to cum.”

She grunts, thrusting back against me. My cock pulses, brimming with cum, as I find release inside her in long, hot pulses. Her pussy milks me, trying to wring every last drop of pleasure.

After a few moments of shuddering aftershocks, I pull out of her and raise myself on my palms, looking down at her. Her eyes are closed, her breaths still ragged. I can see her heart racing, her chest heaving, but she looks so beautiful and so vulnerable, and it makes me feel... protect her . I can't let her go.

Quietly, I move off her and back to my seat, pulling up my trousers. I look back to see her still naked, but she leans over to gather her clothes and put them on, her face turned away from me.

God. I wish I could keep her naked forever.

I wait for her to get dressed but when she looks back at me, my heart lurches in horror. She’s wiping her cheeks and her eyes are red.

"Che cosa è successo?" - What happened - I gasp and lean over to touch her cheek.

The moonlight filters through the car window, casting a silvery glow on a lone tear trickling down her cheek.

Did I push her too far?

"Ettore," her voice barely above a whisper. "We cannot see each other again.” She looks down and my eyes follow her gaze over her crumpled dress. “This cannot happen again.”

With a determined set to her jaw, she leans down and adjusts the seat into an upright position.

"Carlotta, look at me" I say firmly, my hand moving to cup her face as I force her to meet my gaze. "You cannot go back to him.”

“I'm sorry,” she swallows hard. “This shouldn't have happened. I shouldn't be here with you. Everything is already so complicated; I can’t add another layer to that by throwing the Mancini family and… this into the mix.”

“You're right,” I say, my voice steadier than I feel. “You shouldn't be here with me. But here you are, and maybe that's fate, or maybe it's just a big fat sign from the universe, pointing you to run in any direction but the one you’re running towards.”

"Even if that's true, I’m betrothed to another, and I am going to honor my father’s agreement with Ugo.”

"Carlotta," I begin, "listen to me..."

But she shakes her head, her eyes shining with more tears.

"Please," she whispers, her green eyes pleading for understanding. "Take me home."

"Home?" I repeat the word with incredulity. “The place where they’d rather see you tortured at the hands of a madman than be happy?”

The sound of thunder is followed by a flash of lightening, sending beaming light through the car. Within seconds, rain pours down, the droplets cascading over the windows of the car.

“Please, Ettore, I appreciate your helping me, I really do, but we must face reality. Our families are sworn enemies. Your involvement in my…situation…it will just cause more conflict. It already has!”

"Damn it, Carlotta!" I growl, my anger flaring as I refuse to accept her resignation. “You can’t go back there.”

“Come with me. I’ll put you up in a hotel somewhere safe. I can drop you off at a friend’s,” I offer her a lifeline. “Our encounter tonight can be put behind us as a fond memory, if you don’t want it to mean more. But I cannot, in good conscience, send you back to your doom.”

“I have to go back,” she screams at me.

“Have to?” my voice is ice-cold.

“This is about more than just the wedding!"

"Never," I spit out through gritted teeth, the word tasting like poison on my tongue. She holds back a sob.

“Tell me what this is about!” I bellow.

“I…” her voice falters. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me!” I challenge.

"Please," she repeats, a desperate plea etched on her beautiful face. “My life…my career, my future, everything I’ve worked towards…You have. To stay. Away from me.” I glance at Carlotta, her body trembles, overwhelmed by emotion.

I hang my head, feeling defeated. I am destined to fail at protecting the women in my visions. I shiver involuntarily. Ugo Caputo will be the death of her one day. Desperately I search within myself for the next move. With the sound of the rain drumming on the car roof, Elma’s words come to me: Death is a part of life. Live in these nightmares, brave them…only that way can you discover its secret.

Filled with a new resolve, I lift my head. "Get out," I say coldly, my voice devoid of any emotion. "If you want to meet your end, Carlotta, it seems I cannot stop you, but don’t expect me to help you to get there sooner."

Her green eyes widen in disbelief, and I can see the hurt and confusion etched on her face. But I refuse to relent, this might be the only way to make her see reason.

"Wh-what?" her voice quivers.

"Get out!" I bellow, slamming my fist against the steering wheel, causing her to jump in her seat. She hesitates for a moment, clearly torn.

"Please, Ettore, we don’t have to part like this," she pleads, tears now freely streaming down her face. But I remain stone-faced, unwilling to show her any kindness, lest she tries to convince me to take her back to her prison.

“Come away with me and let me set you up, or get out,” I growl, my gaze never leaving her face. Slowly, she opens the car door, stepping out onto the rain-soaked road. Her abandoned appearance pierces through me like a shard of ice, yet I force myself to ignore the pain that threatens to consume me.

I never thought she’d make that choice.

As I drive away, I can see her standing there, vulnerable and exposed, the rain pelting her delicate frame, hugging her dress to those curves I worshipped just moments ago.

My grip on the steering wheel tightens, knuckles turning white as I fight the urge to turn back and take her into my arms.

"Forgive me, Carlotta," I whisper into the empty car, my voice cracking under the weight of my guilt as I leave her behind, knowing that this may very well be the last time I ever see her face.

But, I had to do this for her. I could never live with myself by letting her think home, back to Ugo, was the right choice.