The Don’s Soulmate

39. Carlotta

Chapter 39

Carlotta

Ettore’s gaze sears into me as he waits for an answer, and my mind is consumed by a singular truth he deserves to hear. Asking him to choose family over me makes me a hypocrite, for if the tables were turned, I would do anything but.

I can't lie. My heart swells as I see the raw emotion on his face, his jaw clenched, his eyes wide, his breath heavy and brows furrowed. He needs an answer.

“From the moment you showed me a life together, I chose you,” I admit, in a rushed voice. “I did in a heartbeat, and if asked to throw away any life I’ve ever known or loved, I’d do it again for you. I love you, damn it, and I will always choose you.”

A growl rumbles in his throat as he lunges toward me, pulling me into the cage of his arms. His embrace is crushing, almost painful in its intensity, but I cling to him, welcoming the delicious ache and the familiar scent of his cologne and cigar smoke.

"Tu sei mia, Carlotta," he rasps against my hair, his fingers digging into my back. You are mine.

A thrill races through me at his possessive claim. I am his, as he is mine. We belong to each other, in this life and all the lives beyond.

"Yes," I whisper. I do belong to him, body and soul. Our love transcends time, strengthened by a curse from times gone by. In his arms, those memories come alive again, awakening an ageless love that defies all logic and reason.

"Anche io ti amo, Carlotta." - I love you too Carlotta . "Anche io ti amo. Anche io ti amo. Anche io ti amo." - I love you, I love you, I love you .

He kisses my eyes eyelids, reaches my cheeks, lingers right above my lips and I feel such incredible joy, so damn alive that I wonder if I truly ever lived before.

There are two Carlotta’s. One before Ettore. And one after. The one before barely survived. Now, I soar.

With a moan, Ettore plants his lips on mine, the roughness of his meeting my softness, and it steals my breath when he crushes into me with such force that my teeth almost hurt, parting my lips open for him. He kisses me as if he's a starving man and I'm his sustenance, his hands roaming my body, grasping and kneading.

I groan into his mouth, desire rushing through my veins like liquid fire. I need him with a desperation that frightens and exhilarates me all at once. My legs already tremble for what’s to come, currents shoot down my spine and my hands reach around his neck.

He breaks away with a snarl, chest heaving as he fights for control. But there will be no control between us tonight. The beast within has been unleashed, and I tremble in anticipation of being devoured by its ravenous hunger.

Ettore's lips curl back from his teeth, a predatory gleam in his eyes sending a thrill of fear and excitement through me.

His eyes blaze down at me, pupils blown wide with lust. For the first time, I think, I notice the little slivers of purple in his blue eyes. I’ve never seen eyes this beautiful. "On your knees," he rasps.

I sink to my knees before him without hesitation, my gaze locked on his, and he curls his fingers through my hair, making sure I keep looking. I reach for his belt buckle with trembling fingers.

He growls in approval as I throw his belt across the room and unzip his pants. I palm the hard length of him through his boxers, delighting in the way his eyes slam shut and his jaw clenches.

"Enough teasing," he snaps, tugging into my hair.

I tug his boxers down, freeing his erection. He's already slick with pre-cum, and I eagerly lap it up, reveling in his sharp intake of breath.

Then I take him into my mouth, as deep as I can. Ettore hisses a curse, his grip on my hair tightening. I set a steady rhythm, hollowing my cheeks on each upstroke.

"Just like that, tesoro," he groans. His hips buck forward, and I relax my throat to accommodate him. "So good. You were made for this."

His words ignite a fire in my core. I am soaking wet from the heady feeling of power that I have over him. I moan around his length, increasing my speed. Ettore snarls a warning, trying to pull away, but I refuse to release him. He reaches down, grabbing my shoulders, forcing me away.

“Behave,” he warns.

“I was only just getting started,” I grin.

“You’ll be the death of me,” he snarls, pulling me up by my hand now.

His hands tighten around my waist, lifting me up against his chest. I wrap my legs around him instinctively, our bodies pressed together.

Ettore walks us backward until my back hits the wall, pinning me in place. His mouth descends again, tongue plunging past my lips to mate with mine. I moan into the kiss, desire rippling through me in molten waves.

With slow deliberation, his hands slide under my nightdress, fingers splaying across my bare skin. He swallows my gasp, deepening the kiss as his hands explore my curves, stroking and squeezing my ass, my breasts, and the curve of my back in a possessive caress.

I am on fire for him, my inner muscles clenching with need. Ettore growls against my mouth, hips grinding into mine. The hard ridge of his arousal nudges between my legs, sending sparks of pleasure straight to my core.

My hands fist in his hair, dragging his head back to break the kiss. Our harsh breaths mingle as we stare at each other, eyes dark and hungry.

"Ettore," I pant, barely recognizing my voice. He watches me through heavy-lidded eyes, waiting. I lick my lips, tasting him in my mouth. "I need you."

Those three words shatter the last vestiges of his control. With a snarl, Ettore secures his arms around my waist and pushes away from the wall. I cling to him as he carries me across the room, tossing me onto the bed.

I have only a moment to catch my breath while he strips off his shirt to reveal his sculpted torso. Then he is on me.

He crawls over me, pinning my wrists above my head. The possessive glint in his eyes makes me whimper. I'm helpless before him, and it's intoxicating.

"I'm going to ruin you," he promises, nipping at my throat.

"Yes," I moan, arching into him. "Ruin me."

Ettore releases my wrists only to grip the hem of my night dress, tearing the delicate fabric apart. I gasp at the sound, breaths coming faster as he exposes my naked body to his heated gaze.

"So beautiful," he rasps, cupping my breasts. His thumbs brush over my nipples, rolling and pinching the sensitive buds. I cry out at the pleasure-pain, desire coiling tight within me.

Ettore lowers his head, wrapping his lips around one nipple. He suckles strongly, grazing the peak with his teeth, while his other hand continues its sensual assault on my other breast.

I fist my hands in his hair, pressing him closer. He switches to lavish attention on my other breast, leaving the first wet and swollen. His name falls from my lips like a prayer.

Releasing my breasts with a lewd pop, Ettore lifts his head. His eyes seem almost black with lust as he stares down at me. "I'm going to mark every inch of you," he vows, lips curling into a predatory smile.

Before I can respond, his mouth descends to my throat, sucking hard at my pulse point. I cry out in a burst of pleasure, nails digging into his shoulders. Ettore growls against my skin but doesn't stop, intent on leaving his mark.

He moves lower, mapping my collarbones and chest with his lips and teeth, branding me with the heat of his desire. I'm writhing beneath him, aching to be filled, but he won't be rushed.

Ettore wants to claim me utterly first. And I have no objections.

Ettore lifts his head, eyes burning into mine. I see the question in their depths and nod fervently. With a savage grin, he captures my wrists and pins them above my head. I tug experimentally at his grip, but he holds firm.

"Stay," he commands, voice rough with lust.

I swallow hard, my heartbeat quickening. Ettore releases my hands to retrieve something from the floor. A moment later, the cool slide of fabric wraps around my wrists--his shirt, binding me in place.

Helpless and exposed, I can only watch through half-lidded eyes, his body sculpted to perfection, scars accentuating lean muscle.

I strain against my bonds, aching to touch him. Ettore clicks his tongue, trailing a finger down my cheek. "Patience, tesoro."

He kisses a path down my torso, leaving goosebumps in his wake, hands spreading my thighs wide. I gasp as his mouth finds the landing of my pussy, clever tongue stroking over sensitive flesh. The pleasure builds swiftly, my back arching off the bed as I race toward release.

Just before I tumble over the edge, Ettore pulls away. I cry out in protest, trying to buck my hips closer. He pins me easily, eyes gleaming. "Not yet, Carlotta. I want you desperate and begging for me."

I thrash against the shirt, binding my hands, needing to touch him, but the knots only tighten. Ettore watches my struggles with dark satisfaction, idly stroking himself.

When I still, chest heaving, he moves over me again. The thick head of his cock nudges at my entrance, teasing. I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him onward.

Ettore catches my mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing my pleas. Then he thrusts inside in one smooth stroke.

I gasped into his mouth, overwhelmed by the sensation of his cock filling me so completely. He begins to move, his pace rough and demanding. I meet each thrust eagerly, desire building once more.

He breaks the kiss, trailing his lips over my jaw. His hands grip my hips, angling them up as he drives deeper.

I cry out, the new angle hitting the upper walls of my tight pussy, sending sparks of pleasure through my veins. "Only yours, Ettore. Always yours."

Satisfaction flickers in his gaze. He pounds into me relentlessly, chasing his release. The bed creaks under our frantic rhythm and moves from its carefully chosen spot, and it’s so fiery, so hot, that a tiny spark of heat forms within me.

“Oh my god,” I mewl, arching my back to get away from the strains, closing my eyes tight as I know I’m about to cum. This tiny tickle is becoming all-encompassing, and suddenly, his hands are on my breasts, and my body is lurching in all directions but tied to one spot.

He pulls out and slams into me, his hands squeezing my breasts down to support his weight, and my legs begin to tremble, the tears flowing down my eyes from pure pleasure.

My climax crashes over me, inner walls clenching around Ettore. He snarls, thrusts becoming erratic until the last of my orgasm fades.

Ettore slows his movements, savoring the last moments of possession. I open my eyes at last, breathless and giddy with joy, to see him watching me with a devilish smile. His eyes flicker over to my breasts and my stomach, and suddenly, I feel shy.

He takes one hand and clamps it around my neck gently before trailing down the middle of my breasts, resting it on my naval. “Perfection,” he assesses, looking at me like I’m a piece of art. “And perfection needs to be examined from every damn angle.”

Without another word, he leans over, unwrapping my hands. They’re sore from all the strain, but I can’t massage them, for he grips my hips tight in his large hold and flips me over on my knees, the bed bouncing from the movement.

“Ettore!” I squeal from the unexpectedness of it all.

“Who said we were done?” he growls from behind, into my ear, as his still-hard cock hits the curve of my ass. With a smile, I position myself just right to serve him, my hands in front of me, holding on to the bedpost, while my neck and ass curve up, giving him a view.

"Tease," he mutters, running his hand up my back, massaging my shoulder blades, and breathing warmly on the back of my neck. I shiver at the contact, feeling his erection twitch in response. I feel his hands on my ankles, parting them, and he’s towering over me from behind. He slides his hand down the back of my neck, down my spine, to reach my ass, which he squeezes before slapping it tight.

The sting makes me lurch forward. He does it again.

His hands pull my hips up, and his cock enters me from behind again. I gasp, feeling the head push inside, stretching me out. Ettore holds my hips tight and begins to thrust. His hands grip my waist tighter, moving with the rhythm of my body. I begin to pant and moan.

"Tesoro," he whispers, "you're mine, all mine."

He begins to spank me, his palm catching against my cheeks and ass cheeks, the pain mixed with pleasure sending shockwaves through my body. I cry out, thrashing wildly, feeling a new kind of arousal.

Ettore's voice is low and dangerous, his thrusts harder and more demanding. I push back against him, my hips grinding against his pelvis. He groans, liking my moves.

His grip on my hips tightens, and he thrusts deeper, his breath hot and ragged against my skin. The sound of skin against skin, the rattling of the bed, the force with which his cock hits my pussy, it’s all too much.

“Ettore!” I scream out, not caring if I scare the animals in the woods.

“Fuck, Carlotta,” he groans back, now squeezing my ass together, making me feel every corner of his cock. “I’ve held out too long…”

“Cum, Ettore. Cum,” I plead, my orgasm threatening to burst through.

"Cum for me," he growls, his voice forcing the pleasure building inside me into a faster, more intense crescendo.

I do as he orders, shuddering under his control as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me. I realize I'm his as I cry out, my body convulsing under the onslaught of pleasure.

"That's it," he growls, his thrusts more erratic, more desperate. I cry out again, arching into him, my body begging for more. Faster, deeper, harder, I urge him without words, unable to form them from the way my body trembles and how my orgasm is nearing its peak.

And then, he erupts deep within, filling me with that perfect storm that pushes me over the highest height of my pleasure. I close my eyes, seeing sparks of red and fire, and he bellows out my name, slowing down, his body shuddering from his orgasm.

His cock rests in me now, both of us unmoving, as the last of my orgasm pulsates through me.

He pulls out, a satisfied smile on his face as he looks down at the wet spot on his bedsheets. He grabs a pillow, placing it under my hips, his eyes never leaving me.

"How does that feel?" he asks, his voice lower than before, husky and seductive.

"Better," I reply, my voice still shaking from the aftershocks of my orgasm. "You're...incredible," I mutter, my cheeks flushed.

He chuckles, a low sound that sends a shiver down my spine.

We lay there for what feels like hours, our hands entangled, skin to skin.

"I love you," I say, whispering the words that I never thought I'd say aloud.

"I love you too. More than you’d ever know,” he whispers drowsily before we both fall asleep.