Page 79 of The Don's Soulmate

"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.

Chapter 36

Ettore

The weight of the chopped wood digs into my arms, the splinters cutting into my flesh while I walk through the rough, uneven terrain of the forest. I am strong, but the hours of chopping have made my muscles feel fluid, like water. The chill mountain air does little to cool the sweat dripping off my forehead.

Just a few more steps, and then I’m home.

The forest gives way to the clearing and that’s when I catch a glimpse of Carlotta running around outside the cottage, her face streaked with tears. Her voice rings out in desperation, calling my name over and over.Ettore. Ettore. Ettore.

“Carlotta,” I call out, trying to tell her I’m here, but she doesn’t hear me. I drop the wood and break into a run, my heart hammering against my ribs. Is she in trouble? Did something happen while I was away?

I now curse myself for leaving without her. I should have taken her along, or realized that chopped wood isn’t half as important, if the consequence is leaving her alone.

I burst from the tree line and there she is, her lovely face distorted in anguish. She whirls in frantic circles around the cabin, distraught sobs wracking her delicate frame as she screams out my name. At the sight of me, she stills. Relief flashes in her emerald eyes.

In three quick strides I close the distance between us and grasp her shoulders firmly. Her body trembles under my hands.

"What happened?" My voice comes out harsher than intended, sharp with residual panic. She flinches at my tone and I soften my grip, rubbing gentle circles into her arms. "Talk to me, cara mia. What has you so afraid?"

"Where the hell were you?" Her distress morphs into anger as she glares up at me, tears still streaming down her face. "Don't you ever disappear like that again!" she shouts, her voice breaking with fear and frustration.

Carlotta's fists pummel my chest, each blow fueled by the pain she feels inside. My instincts tell me to hold her tight, to reassure her, but I can't ignore the rage simmering beneath my skin, an instinct at having been attacked. It's always been there, waiting to be unleashed. But I must remain in control; I owe it to her. It’s Carlotta. I could never hurt her, even to defend myself.

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