The Don’s Soulmate

26. Ettore

Chapter 26

Ettore

I watch her, possessiveness blazing in my chest. I’ve cornered her with no escape, though her parted lips suggest otherwise.

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, running my fingers down her arm.

“Y-yes,” she stammers, her voice trembling, but she leans into my touch. We're drawn to each other completely. My hands grip her waist tightly, anchoring her to me.

"Lies," I comment, my voice husky with barely contained lust. My mind races, filled with images of claiming her, the passion seething beneath the surface.

"Please, Ettore...I don't know what to do..."

"Let me show you," I whisper, pulling her even closer till her breasts push against my chest, “what Ugo could never give you.”

I now have Carlotta pinned against me; my body pressed against hers. She’s so close, I can hear her heart roar. I reach out, swipe a finger over her lip. She gasps, her lower lip jutting out to my touch, her green eyes parted wide, glued to mine.

She struggles against my hold, soft hands pushing at my chest. "L..let me go."

A growl rumbles in my throat, one last attempt to help her throw caution to the wind. I pin her wrists above her head and she arches into me, her breasts threatening to spill out from above her dress. My eyes hunger over her body, my cock throbbing in my trousers.

"Tell me you don't want this," I demand, my voice low and dangerous. But even as the words leave my lips, I can feel the truth vibrating between us – we are meant to be together, two halves of some dark, twisted fate.

Her chest heaves with each shallow breath, and I can't help but feel a possessive thrill at the sight.

“Tell me,” I roar again.

Tears spring to her eyes and she shakes her head. “I can’t,” she screams back at me. “I can’t lie anymore…”

I feel her body tremble against me and the blood gushes to my ears. I need to hear no more. She said so herself, in so many words, that she wants me.

"Good," I snarl, giving in to the primal need coursing through my veins. I release her arms, and she clenches them around my neck. Famished, I slam my lips against hers, biting, sucking. She pushes her tongue into my mouth, the tears from her lashes dripping down my cheeks My hands roam her body, claiming every inch of her soft, supple skin. She gasps, but no longer resists, her body melting against mine as she curves one leg around my waist.

I rip open her tight black dress, two buttons scattering across the cold tile floor like tiny pearls as I pull it down to her waist. My fingers trail along her collarbone, leaving a path of fire as they slide down to cup her breast through her bra. Her nipple hardens under my touch, and I allow myself a small, satisfied smirk as I pull down her bra, her breasts spilling free.

"Please, Ettore..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of our ragged breaths and the blood pounding in my ears.

"Please what, Carlotta?" I growl, nipping at her neck, marking her as mine. "Say it."

"Please... take me."

The words ignite something feral within me, and I lose all semblance of control. I push the skirt of her dress up around her waist, exposing her soaked panties.

I take my hand, jamming it over her panties, petting her hard. "Ettore..." she moans, her voice barely more than a whisper.

"Shh," I command, my voice husky with the desire to please her . "Just enjoy."

I curve the fabric into her, and I feel her pussy clench. I pull my hand away, sliding down her panties to her ankles. "Mmm, such a good girl," I murmur. "Spread your legs," I command, my voice rough with need. She complies, her thighs trembling as I position myself between them.

In a sweep, I slam my finger in with a curved arch. Carlotta gasps, her head falling back, and I take her lips to mine. Our tongues tangle and dance, matching the rhythm of my fingers as they pump in and out of her.

"Fuck, Carlotta," I groan, unable to contain the surge of lust that overtakes me. "You're so wet, so ready for me."

"Mm-hmm" she moans against her lips, her hands gripping my shoulders, nails digging into my skin.

Giving in, I unzip my pants with my free hand and release my throbbing erection. I then pull my finger out only to hear her protest, silencing it when I curve my arm around her waist and force her around, bending her down in front of me, her arms reaching out instinctively for support to the wall, her hair falling down her arched back. I brush the tip of my cock brushing against the line of her ass, tracing down to her swollen clit and smacking my tip against it, eliciting a sharp gasp from Carlotta.

I push inside her in one smooth stroke, relishing the way her heat envelops me. Her muscles clench against my cock, drawing me in deeper, and I know there's no going back. There’s an overwhelming need to possess her completely, to claim her as mine in every way possible.

And with that, I start to move, pulling out almost completely before slamming back into her, each thrust pushing deeper. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the small space, drowning out the sound, smell, sight of anything but her.

I look down, to see her body curved like a gorgeous racetrack, and twist my hand through her hair, arching her back up towards me. She mewls, a small, delicate sound as I bend lower and clutch her breast in my hand, my cock ramming into her.

And then, I look down, freezing in place.

From where I moved her hair, I see a small dark mark. A heart shaped little thing, raised from her skin, like something was torn out from her.

“Ettore,” she asks, turning her head back, trying to look at me from where she’s bent down. I know it doesn’t make any sense, but I hear wind, and thunder, and see fire.

“Impossible…” I whisper, my cock still throbbing in her, my body frozen in place. I bend down, touch the mark with my finger. A fierce fire burns in my finger from my touch, and she lurches. “I have one just like it,” I whisper.

She gasps, freezing now. “No,” she whimpers. “It can’t be.”

I pull out, grab her waist, make her stand and slam her against the wall. “Since when?” I ask, my face inches away from hers.

Her eyes, petrified, look over at me and I slide down my shirt one shoulder, turning to give her a look. A gasp escapes her lips as she takes in the matching mark on my shoulder, the realization dawning on her. "We've…"

“Got the same mark,” I mutter, my lips brushing against her ear.

Her eyes widen, as if seeing me in a new light. And that's when the intensity changes. The lust, the anger, the possessiveness - it all melts away, replaced by something softer, more tender.

She gazes at me, her eyes full of wonder and fear. "What does this mean?" she whispers. “I… I’ve dreamt of a man, a man with my mark. A man…”

“Like me,” I whisper, the blood draining from my face.

She looks at me, her eyes filled with curiosity and fear. "Do you understand?" she asks, biting her lip.

“Your dreams,” I ask, desperate for answers. “What were they?”

“One where a man claimed me,” she admits, looking away. "I... I never knew why I... I dreamt of you like that," she goes on, her eyes shining with emotion.

“So, you admit it was me, the man from your dreams?” I ask desperately, clutching at her waist, my finger lingering on her breast.

“I… I don’t know,” she says, her voice thick.

“Or you don’t want to know?” I ask, angry that she’s still trying to deny our connection. We share the same mark. Despite the enemies we were born to be, we seek each other out over and over again. “This has to mean something, damn it. Tell me more about your dreams. How did he claim you.”

“It wasn’t just a dream,” she whispers, looking fearful. "It's more... it's something primal... something... soulful. I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Then make me feel it,” I moan, turning her around again with such force that her face rests against the wall as I put her back in place, open for me.

“Was it like this?” I ask, slamming my cock into her. I rotate my hips, my cock circling her as she cries out with pleasure and pain, having me deeper than ever before.

“Yes,” she moans, her eyes closing.

My movements become rougher, more intense, as the embers of my undoing begin to form at the base of my cock. Everything I’ve felt, discovered, encompasses my rationale.

I groan into her neck, “Carlotta,” and lurch my cock up, hitting against the walls behind her clit.

“Oh my god,” she moans, her entire body shaking as I pound her relentlessly, my cock growing larger in her tight pussy.

I feel her pussy clamp down, an intense pleasure that courses through me, and I know I'm close.

"I'm gonna cum," I growl, my voice shaking. "I'm gonna cum in your pussy, Carlotta."

She moans, her body trembling, as I thrust harder and faster, my cock slamming into her. She whimpers, her hips bucking up to meet me, the sound driving me further into madness. I let go of her breast, letting them free, my hands now clutching her hips for balance.

The fire is now burning through me, and I close my eyes just as I feel her pussy convulse around me. “Fuuuuck,” she mewls again, a little sex kitten if I ever heard one, and I feel her juices drip down my thigh as she trembles from the force of her orgasm.

The sensation of her cumming around me pushes me over the edge. With a final, spine-shattering thrust, I empty myself inside her, my cock pulsing as I unleash my stream into her.

For a moment, we both pant, our bodies still joined, panting and trembling. I withdraw slowly, and my cum drips out of her, a white, sticky river running down the inside of her leg.

As we slowly separate and she stands and turns to face me, my hands linger on her waist, reluctant to let go. We stand there, breathless, staring into each other’s eyes. I feel her soft skin under my hands, and with one sweeping look, take a last moment to admire the disheveled state of her clothing, her dress pulled down to expose her lush breasts, the fabric bunched around her waist. My shirt hangs open, the buttons now baring threads from our little escapade and she once again, reaches out behind my back, feeling the mark she shares with me. She pulls her finger back on touch, staring at it, likely feeling the same current that just passed through me.

She licks her lips, and then looks away, confused. “We should… we should clean up,” she clears her throat.

I let go immediately, reality rushing back to us as she pulls up her bra and dress. I bend down to pull up my trousers, picking up her panties. They slink on my finger, and she grabs them, mortified and blushing a deep pink.

I smile at her demureness. Carlotta. Taught to be good, yet here she is, confused from what fate has made her.

Once dressed, she reaches past me, unlocking the stall, trying to get away from me. She walks out and I button up, following her. We’re not done just yet.

She washes her hands and I linger at the counter, trying to find the words to ask what I so desperately want to know.

"Here," I say, buying time as I hand her a towel from the counter. The air is thick with the scent of sex and sweat.

"Thank you," Carlotta whispers, her cheeks flushed as she accepts the towel. She begins to clean herself up between her legs, her movements slow and deliberate under my watchful gaze. Every swipe of the towel across her skin sends a possessive growl building in my chest, the primal urge to keep her close nearly unbearable.

"Carlotta," I murmur, my voice low and commanding. "You know you can't just walk away from this without giving me answers. What could it mean, this mark we share?”

She hesitates, glancing up at me before focusing back on her task. "I don’t know," she admits, voice shaky. "It's hard for me to talk about since I have no answers."

"Make it clear," I insist, stepping closer, my patience thinning. "I want to understand, but you need to help me."

Our eyes meet again, revealing her inner conflict – fear of exposing too much versus a desperate need to share. As I wait, I realize this is no longer about control. It’s a deeper connection I hadn't anticipated.

I’m done watching her walk away. This has to mean something. My heart’s roar for her has to mean something.

"Tell me about your engagement to Ugo," I demand, voice low and menacing. My fists clench at the thought of his smug grin. "Why are you still with him? After today, you can’t be."

Carlotta shifts, searching for an escape. She hesitates, then meets my gaze with a trembling voice. "It's complicated, Ettore."

"Complicated" isn’t enough. I need answers now. "Explain it," I insist, tone clipped. "I don’t have all day."

She takes a moment to compose herself. "My father is in deep financial trouble. Ugo has agreed to invest in our businesses, on the condition that I marry him. "

Rage surges at the thought of Ugo exploiting her. My grip tightens on my arm to keep my anger in check.

"Is that the only way?" I ask, struggling to keep my voice steady. "There must be another solution. One that doesn’t involve you being with that snake."

Tears well up in her eyes. "I don’t know, Ettore. I couldn’t bear my father suffering. Ugo promised my father he’d take care of everything if I agreed to marry him, giving my father control of our companies, which Ugo now owns. Without protection, other dons would come for our family."

"Ugo controls your family's business?" My anger flares again. "And you didn’t think that was important to mention?"

Fear fills her eyes. "I didn’t think it would matter... I thought if I kept him happy, he wouldn’t cause more trouble."

"Trouble?" I’m incredulous. "Carlotta, do you know what Ugo is capable of?" My grip tightens as protectiveness wrestles with my anger.

"I know he’s not a good man," she whispers. "But I saw no other way to protect my father."

"Carlotta," I say softly, brushing away a tear, "You’re worth more than this. You don’t have to sacrifice yourself. If your family can stay safe, Ugo wouldn’t matter."

She steps back, angry. “All it comes down to protection? Our lives depend on it.”

“You misunderstand,” I bellow, stepping closer. "Let me help you," I offer, surprising myself. I’m starting to care more than I should. "I can protect you and your family."

She hesitates, unsure.

"Listen," I say with conviction. "I will protect your father from Ugo. We’ll find a way to get your family’s business back." The thought of going against my own family sends a shiver down my spine, but my feelings for Carlotta demand action.

She searches my face, gauging whether I’m telling the truth or not. "Why would you risk so much for me?"

"Because..." I struggle to find the words. "I can’t stand to watch you suffer. I believe there’s more to us than a forbidden attraction. We share the same mark by birth. Call me a fool, but I believe in fate."

Her eyes fill with hope and uncertainty, her lips slightly parted in surprise.