Page 3 of The Don's Soulmate

"Very well, brother," I growl, my eyes burning with barely contained rage. "Let the game truly begin. But heed my warning: if you seek to interfere further, you shall suffer the consequences."

"Of course, brother," he says, his tone dripping with innocence. "I would never dream of crossing you."

And with that, he vanishes, leaving me to contemplate the world I have wrought.

My rage festers, a slow and venomous burn within me as I brood over Pluto's deception. The audacity of his actions fuels my desire for retribution, and I devise a plan to counteract his interference. "Enough!" I bellow into the vast emptiness, summoning three ethereal figures to materialize before me. "You three shall be my instruments of vengeance."

They bow before me, awaiting my command with unwavering loyalty.

"Pluto has bestowed these half-beings with the ability to reincarnate," I explain, seething in my fury. "But because of their betrayal, Guillerme shall never be reunited with each other. I charge you with a task: Reincarnate alongside them and ensure they never find one another, never conceive a child."

"Your will is our command, Lord Jupiter," they chorus in unison, their voices void of emotion.

"Go forth and execute my bidding.” My words are laced with malice, the bitterness of betrayal gnawing at my very core.

As the assassins vanish, I stare down upon the earth below, watching the countless souls wandering aimlessly in search of their other halves. It brings me a twisted sense of satisfaction to know that even with Pluto's treachery, I still hold the reins of their fate tightly within my grasp.

"Let the games begin," my whispers echoing through the heavens like claps of thunder.

Hidden behind the clouds, Pluto watches as the three assassins disappear.

“So, you want to play dirty, brother,” Pluto says to himself. “So will I. The Guillerme shall be granted memories from every life, and I shall mark them, setting them apart from each other. So, indeed…let the games begin.”

Chapter 1

Carlotta

Strong hands grip my breasts, and a hard cock rams into me from behind. I can feel myself become putty in his hands for he likes me this way. He leads, I follow.

And I’d follow him to the earth’s end or a waterfall’s ledge because pleasing him is the air to my lungs.

He shows me what it means to be a woman, gives me the space to live that word. His breath, now all hot and heavy in my ear, makes the hair on my spine tingle.

He’s dangerous, I can tell. And yet, I feel sheltered in his presence. I am his, as he is irrevocably mine.

He squeezes my breasts, and I throw my head back just as his cock slams into the sweet upper corner of my pussy, filling mewith a pleasure that overpowers all else. I wish I could yell out his name, but how can I, when I don’t recall it?

I don't know him, but I do know his body, his touch, and the intense magnetic pull between us. It's primal, instinctive, and familiar—like our souls belong together.

"Sei mia," -you’re mine- his balls slap my pussy, as he keeps pumping his cock with hard, powerful thrusts. I can only whimper in response, my mind blank with blinding pleasure as he takes me roughly, claiming me, owning my very essence. The rhythmic slap of flesh echoes through the room, and I try to scream for more, but he puts a hand over my mouth, quietening me.

Where the hell am I?

I try to turn around and glance at his face, but he puts a firm hand at the back of my neck and pushes the side of my head against the pillow, leaning over me to go deeper. I close my eyes to lose myself in this.

He slaps my ass over and over again until I’m certain it’s covered in red welts. It reaches that point where pleasure and pain intertwine, and I feel my juices dripping between my legs.

"Ti piace?"- You like that?- he asks.

I know he likes dominating me, and I try to nod, but his hand holds my head down firmly, and I can’t move.

“Unnghh,” I moan instead, my lips parted for air. Through half-closed eyes, I see a glimpse of us in the mirror on the wall. I can’t see his features because he is facing away, but I do see his muscular body pinning me in place. Across his back, there’s a distinct birthmark. For a moment I’m distracted, it looks similar to the one that I have.

Tearing my focus from the reflection in the mirror, I try to see his face, turning my neck with more force, but he presses me down once more. I need to know who he is.

How else will I ever find you again?

Desperation spreads through my chest, the deep-seated need to see his face turning painful. My entire being knows that life without him would be empty. The feeling of desolation turns into a torrent, gushing through my body, and tears fall from my eyes.

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