Page 108 of The Don's Soulmate

I turn my head to look at him, fire still lingering in my veins. "I want you to take me like a wild animal," I whisper. His hands grip onto my hips.

He growls softly in approval and he positions himself behind me. This far-too-slow pace, one I’m unaccustomed to, makes the anticipation all the sweeter, and I find myself craving him more than ever before.

I feel myself drip for him.

“Part your legs,” he commands, and I adjust my knees. And then, he plunges into me, deep and hard. I gasp.

He moves slowly, carefully at first, mindful of my comfort. I close my eyes, savoring the way he fills me completely, every inch of him pleasing me.

"Etto-Ettore, more" I moan softly, urging him to continue. His hands grip tighter on my hips as he quickens his pace, each thrust more savage than the last.

"Carlotta, mio amore," he groans, his voice strained with desire. "You...you feel incredible."

Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as I realize just how much I love him. Like this, with him inside me, I feel whole.

"Etto- I love you," I gasp out, my voice barely audible over the sound of our heavy breathing and pounding hearts.

"I love you too, Carlotta," he rasps, his voice filled with raw emotion as he continues to move inside me. Our ragged breaths are all I can hear, and then, I thrust my hips back into him.

He groans and fucks me harder. The bed creaks beneath us. I clutch the bedrail tighter, digging my knees into the bed to keep the position.

Our very souls seem to meld together as one.

His pace quickens, his powerful strokes driving me closer and closer to the edge. I can feel the heat building within me, a wildfire raging through my veins.

"Etto...I'm close," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the sound of our heavy breathing and pounding hearts.

"Let go, Carlotta," Ettore encourages, his voice filled with raw emotion as he rams me toward the precipice. "I'm right here with you."

The pressure coils tight within me, threatening to erupt. Ettore quickens his rhythm, taking a finger to my pussy, grinding against my clit until the cresting wave breaks over me. “Ettore,” I cry out his name just as the world goes blank.

I see stars and little streams of light and feel every part of my body surrender. My walls clench around him, out of my control, and I feel his cock grow harder and longer until, at last, he spills into me. His warmth oozes down my legs, and he pulsates as I cry out again.

He stays deep within until the last of my orgasm passes, and when he catches his breath minutes later, he lies down beside me, taking me into his arms.

Chapter 53

Sofia

The phone rings, Viktor's name flashing on the screen. I hesitate, my finger hovering over the decline button. But I can't avoid him forever.

"Hello?" I answer, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Sofia, bella! I've missed you," Viktor's smooth voice fills my ear. "Have dinner with me tonight. Please?"

I close my eyes, weighing my options. The smart thing would be to decline, to keep my distance. What if Carlotta and Ettore call? They could need me at any time, day or night. I need to keep my schedule free.

But something tugs at me, an inexplicable pull I can't ignore. Viktor is Viktor. I do enjoy his company and besides, Carlottaand Ettore haven’t gotten into any trouble recently. They’ve been managing fine at the motel.

And if I don’t go tonight, Viktor might truly begin to suspect something. In fact, from how often he calls, I think he already does. I don’t want him to think I’m not interested in him.

"Alright," I hear myself say. "What time?"

"Eight o'clock. I'll cook for you myself," he says, excitement evident in his tone.

As I hang up, my stomach twists with excitement. A night with Viktor might just be what I need to get my mind off things.

Hours later, I'm standing at Viktor's door, smoothing my dress with trembling hands. He opens it with a dazzling smile that makes my breath catch.

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