The Don’s Soulmate

35. Carlotta

Chapter 35

Carlotta

The rain pelts against the car window, leaving streaks that blur the passing scenery. It’s beautiful outside, green and lush with trees I’ve never seen before. The air itself smells like the earth - fresh, clear, crisp.

My heart pounds as I glance at Ettore’s handsome profile, one strong hand slung loosely over the steering wheel while the other holds mine. It’s a perfect moment, as perfect as can be in times like these, and we’re soon going to be someplace nobody can find us, and yet, I can’t find a moment’s peace.

The image of Sofia's tear-streaked face, pleading for information about my whereabouts on TV, lingers in my mind. I know she doesn’t possibly believe Ettore kidnapped me, given how she helped set up the whole heist, but she could be thinking something worse.

She might be wondering if something went wrong, if we’ve been shot and dumped in a ditch or river somewhere. She’s playing along with my father because she’s worried for our lives. She certainly is in no position to tell my father Ettore hasn’t kidnapped me, because that would instantly make her an enemy in his eyes.

I worry for her, and this impossible situation we’ve put her in. I clench my fists, wanting nothing more than to let her know we're safe.

"Is there any way to contact Sofia?" I ask, biting my lip nervously. "She must be terrified."

Ettore remains silent for a moment before responding. "Not now," he says, his voice calm but firm. "It's too risky. But when the time is right and I figure out how to, I'll make sure she knows you're safe. Right now, my father is probably as furious with me as yours is with you. I can’t tell which men I can trust to put us in touch with Sofia."

"Promise me," I say, gripping his arm tightly. "Promise me that we'll get a message to her, let her know that we're okay when the time is right. That this will be on your list of priorities."

He looks over at me briefly, before turning back to the road ahead. "I promise, Carlotta," he says softly, squeezing his hand over mine. "When it's safe, we'll find a way to reach out to her."

His reassurance does little to quell the gnawing worry in my chest, but I nod, grateful for his promise. I know he’ll figure something out soon enough, for he’s never broken one to me before.

Soon, we turn into a small dirt road lined by larches. In the background, mountains rise against the sky. I can only see the top of the hills, given how the thick foliage around us blocks out all view of the bases.

The road is dangerous and steep, heading down. A sane man would be worried about making it in a 4X4, but Ettore continues leading us downhill through the rocky road with his foot on the break without breaking into a sweat. I, on the other hand, clutch at my seatbelt.

Ten minutes later, we arrive at a clearing, at the center of which sits the quaintest cottage I’ve ever seen. In the middle of nowhere, I suddenly feel like we’re the only two people here.

The car stops, and Ettore helps me out. Stepping out into the damp air, I take in the wooden structure that will serve as our sanctuary for the time being.

The grass around it is full of daisies, and the one-story structure has six of those old-fashioned wooden windows you push out to get sunlight. A pathway of grass lined by flowerpots bearing all kinds of colors leads up to the porch.

“Welcome home,” Ettore smiles, unlocking the rustic door. I step inside, and he switches on a light, and the whole place dazzles under the fairy lights sprinkled over the shelves.

I suddenly feel like if I ever built a home; it would be just like this—all warm and cozy with a small kitchen, rugs, two couches, a beanbag, a bed and a dining table, offering a sense of security for two that I desperately need.

It’s cold outside, but I don’t feel it. The embers in the fireplace glow like molten lava, casting flickering shadows on the walls of the small cottage. Ettore tends to the fire, adding logs that crackle and snap as they burn. The warmth in the room builds, wrapping itself around me like a comforting embrace.

"Here," Ettore says, drawing my attention away from the hypnotic dance of the flames. He's standing by a small table, holding a glass of wine. I hadn't even noticed him retrieving a bottle and a plate of cheese. His movements are so fluid, so natural, almost as if he's done this countless times before. Perhaps, in some other life, he has.

"Thank you," I murmur, accepting the wine. Our fingers brush against each other as I take the glass, sending a shiver down my spine. I try to focus on the deep red liquid swirling in the glass, but my gaze is drawn to Ettore's piercing blue eyes. They're locked on mine, filled with an intensity that leaves me feeling exposed, vulnerable, yet strangely safe.

This is the first time the two of us have the night to ourselves, without any danger lurking nearby, and this feels new. It’s a heady rush, my toes curling at the thought of the two of us alone in here to do whatever we might want.

"Are you warm enough?" he asks, his voice low and rough, sending flutters in my chest.

"Y-yes," I stammer, trying to maintain my composure. It's not just the fire that has me feeling heated; it's Ettore's presence, the desire to run my hands up his neck, to clench my fingers through his hair. He feels mine.

"Good," he replies, cocking his head at me. "We have a long night ahead of us."

I know what he means - the nights here can get cold. And maybe I’m imagining it as a result of wishful thinking, but there's also a different kind of heat in his words, a promise of keeping me up all night that leaves me breathless. It's raw, visceral, and undeniably real.

Taking a sip of wine, I let the rich flavor linger on my tongue, drawing courage from it. I want to rip off my dress and let it fall to the ground. I want him to ravish my body.

I’ve never done this before. Liquid courage is what I need.

"Cheers," I whisper, raising my glass to him.

"Cheers," he echoes, his eyes never leaving mine as we drink to an uncertain future.

The warmth of the fire embraces us as we sit closer to each other on the plush rug near the fireplace, soon digging into the platter.

"Try this one," Ettore suggests, offering me a piece of cheese from the plate he's holding. He brings it to my mouth, and I part my lips, our eyes interlocked as I bite into it. My teeth graze his fingers just a little, and I notice his mouth on my lips. The brief contact sends a shiver down my spine, electrifying my senses, and the moment changes.

"Thank you," I respond in a whisper, feeling the heat rise between my legs. We're sitting so close now, our legs touching at the thigh, our bodies leaning towards each other as if drawn by some unseen force. It's more than just physical attraction - it's an undeniable hunger for more that I need to fulfill.

Our eyes lock, exchanging heated glances that speak volumes without words. I can feel my breath growing heavier, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum.

"Carlotta," Ettore murmurs, his voice thick with desire as he leans forward, his lips inches away from mine. "I can't pretend any longer. It’s killing me here to see you so close and…” his voice trails off.

“And clothed?” I suggest.

His eyes part at my boldness, and I feel like a queen, knowing now that he craves me as I do him.

“Fuck,” he moans as I reach forward, biting into his lower lip. His taste fills my mouth, a mix of the wine and the roughness of the night, the excitement of this adventure. My heart beats faster when his fingers curl over my neck.

"Carlotta," he growls, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me closer to him with his other arm, his hand resting on the small of my back.

“Ettore,” I moan into his mouth, now straddling him on the floor, my hands around the back of his neck as he looks up, my lips in his.

I feel the bulge of his cock against my panties, my dress now having ridden up. My lips are swelling from how hard he kisses me, tingling, and his hands find their way to my thighs, riding up my dress, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

He’s getting fiercer now, our bodies pressing against each other as if trying to meld into one. The heat emanating from Ettore's body is almost too much to bear, but I want more. I reach for the buttons of his shirt while he caresses the folds of where my thighs meet my torso, getting dangerously close to the landing of my pussy, which sends a delicious thrill of anticipation through me.

I fumble with the buttons longer than I’d like.

“Let me help you,” he murmurs, pulling away from my kiss.

“Fuck it,” I say, ripping his shirt off, the buttons clattering to the wooden floor. He raises his eyebrows, looking down at his bare chest.

“Impressive,” he growls, taking his teeth to my neck. I throw back my head, giving him more territory to mark, now grinding into his crotch from impatience.

“What can I say?” I moan, closing my eyes as his tongue and teeth leave a mark at the apex of my neck, now trailing lower to the valley of my breasts. His teeth dig into my dress, ripping it apart, and his hands find the tear, shredding it into two pieces right through the middle.

“You forgot we’ve got fewer clothes than we need?” I admonish him, giggling as he bites into my nipples through my bra.

“You’ve forgotten I like you best naked?” he growls, now trailing his fingers to the straps of my bra. I lurch, wanting him to hurry, but he takes his sweet time torturing me as he outlines the straps towards the back, finally unhooking my bra in one swell swoop.

I quickly slide down the straps, and he throws my bra aside. I watch as his eyes grow ravenous, an animalistic lust crossing his face, making him look dangerously handsome as he gazes over my breasts. Suddenly shy, I try to lean into him, to take his lips against mine, but to my surprise, he holds my hands and pushes them behind my back, stretching out my breasts to his gaze.

“No,” he growls, his eyes not leaving mine as he goes down to suck a nipple. He sucks my nipple hard, causing my body to jerk from the sudden surge of desire spreading through me. His stubble rasps against my skin, causing a thrill of pain mixed with pleasure to erupt within me.

My hands are still held back, my legs curled around him, his lips and teeth to my breasts. He finally lets go, gently cupping a breast in each hand, his eyes not leaving my curves.

"Carlotta," he whispers, his voice filled with a sense of ownership, so I decided that I knew I’d do anything he asked of me. His hands tighten around my breasts, his fingers grazing my nipples. "You're mine."

A heat rushes through me, and I feel a surge of pleasure as his fingers tease my nipples. I arch my back, pushing myself against him, wanting him closer. "Yes," I reply, my voice barely above a whisper. "Please, Ettore."

I reach for his belt, casting it aside, undoing the button to his trousers, unzipping him.

His eyes never leave mine as he slowly drops his hands between my legs, pulls my panties down and pushes me off with such sudden force, quickly grabbing my waist and laying me down on the floor, completely naked.

And then, his hands slide down my curves and I’m looking down at him.

“Part your legs,” he commands.

I do as I’m told.

He takes his time, caressing my inner thighs, teasing me with his lips, nipping softly at my skin. The anticipation is almost unbearable, but then his tongue finds my folds, and I gasp, my hips bucking uncontrollably.

"You are mine," he breathes into my pussy, his voice deep and commanding. "Mine to do with as I please."

"Yes," I murmur, my voice husky with desire. "I’m yours.”

He licks me from top to bottom, savoring every inch of me. His tongue flicks my clit, sending shivers down my spine. I grip the wood floor, trying to maintain my composure as he continues his slow and deliberate exploration. His fingers tease my folds, slipping inside me, stretching me in a way only he can.

"Ettore," I whimper, not sure if I can take much more of his slow, sensual torment.

He looks up at me, his eyes dark and intense. "You want me to stop?"

The fire within us burns hotter than the one crackling in the fireplace, consuming our every thought and sensation. I can feel the very core of my being melding with Ettore's, our souls intertwining like ancient lovers reuniting after centuries apart. It makes no sense, but it is how I feel.

"No," I gasped, my voice ragged with need. "I just want you."

He smiles a predatory smile that lets me know he's going to have his way with me. He positions himself between my legs, his cock hard and ready. The tip finds my entrance, pushing inside me in a slow, measured thrust. I moan in pleasure, my body trembling and he begins to move within me, his strong hands holding me tight.

Soon, the only sound is the rush of blood through my veins, the slap of skin against skin, and the rhythmic breathing we’ve fallen into. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, wanting him deeper. He responds to my plea, curling his fingers beneath my ass, pulling me up towards him while consequently pushing deeper into me, his cock jamming into my upper walls.

I scream and throw my head back, arching into him. He bends down and nips at my nipple with pleasurable, painful bites.

And then, he pulls out.

“Noo,” I whisper. It can’t be over.

It isn’t, which I find out soon enough when he grips my waist and flips me around to my knees. He puts a cushion below my stomach, giving me a curve and runs his hands up from my ass to my back. He moves to my arms and then stretches them out in front of me, my face on the floor, as he dives deep into me, reaching spots where I’ve never been hit before.

“Oh my god,” I moan, screaming into the night. I don’t care who hears me.

He doesn't either. He continues to fuck me, his hands finding their way to my breasts, squeezing them. I get on my forearms, my ass on display for him, and he thrusts out of my pussy. He smacks my ass hard before driving back in, and I clench, shouting for more.

He doesn't let up. Ettore continues to dominate me, his powerful body driving into mine over and over. He slams into me from behind, pulling my hair, the sting intensifying the pleasure. He’s going harder and faster, his breath loud and hurried.

I feel his cock stiff and thick inside me. He squeezes my ass tight, putting pressure on my pussy, and I feel the familiar sensation building up in me.

"Ettore," I gasp, my voice hoarse, my body tensing. "I'm going to..."

"Cum for me, Carlotta," he commands, his voice deep and primal. "Let me feel it."

His words push me over the edge, my body trembling, and I clutch the floor while he holds my hair back, one hand clutching my ass, as he drives deeper. I feel the heat rising within me; my breaths become shallow, my heart pounding like a wild drumbeat against my chest.

In that moment, our world narrows down to the two of us. My pussy begins to contract, and I feel the heat from one small spot taking over.

“Ettore,” I scream, and close my eyes as the world goes blank, and I see stars, a heady rush filling my senses as my entire body trembles from the orgasm gushing through me.

“Oh Carlotta,”- he begins, but then groans, and I feel his cock thicken just a second before it throbs uncontrollably and he erupts in me, the warmth and thickness of him overwhelming me, and I cry out his name, my orgasm still cascading through me.

After a few moments, he slows his movements, his breaths becoming steadier, until finally, he pulls out, leaving me panting and trembling on the floor, only to join me a moment later, to take me in his arms before we slowly drift off to sleep naked in front of the fireplace.