UNHOLY DESIRE

DEIRDRE POV

Matteo and I were out of the house as soon as I finished bathing. I still didn’t know where we were heading, but I trusted him.

However, I didn’t trust my feet. I wondered how long we were going to walk as they were already aching.

Matteo stopped abruptly, and I stumbled into his back. He turned slightly to stare at me.

“Are you alright?”

I nodded, “I am.”

“You’re panting,” he pointed out.

“It’s normal for me to paint. We’ve been walking,” I said.

“It means you are not fit,” Matteo pointed out, “Perhaps enrolling you in a gym as soon as we get out of here would be best.”

I shrugged, “Are we closer to our location?” I didn’t care about enrolling in the gym; and I cared about getting to where we were heading so I could rest my aching legs.

I should have worn sandals; Matteo had warned me and asked me to be in one or take it along with me.

But I had stubbornly declined and had worn an ankle boot.

Even though the sole wasn’t very high, it was still high for a long walk.

“Fuck it,” I muttered, unzipping the ankle boots and slipping out of them.

I flexed my legs, letting out a sigh at the relieved feeling that washed over me.

Preparing to walk, Matteo halted me.

He frowned, staring from my legs to my face. “Are you aware that it’s dangerous to walk around barefooted? There are so many spikes around here as well as traps, I don’t want the mother of my child to move around limping or worse have her legs cut off.”

“Matteo,” I shook my head, rolling my eyes at him. “I can’t see any spike that would try to penetrate my sole; besides, I can’t walk with these shoes. I should have listened to you.”

“You should have,” Matteo agreed with a nod, then he squatted before me. “Get on.”

“What?” I asked him as he pointed to his back.

“Get on, Deirdre.” He repeated.

“No,” I shook my head.

“Why not? I am giving you a free ride.” He said.

“I’ve never been piggyback,” I muttered, eyeing his back.

Matteo frowned at me, then he smirked, “Consider yourself lucky. My back, I believe, is the smoothest ever. You’ll get the utmost experience while on it.”

“I don’t think so,” I said. “I’m scared of high.”

“Height?” He snorted, “You’ll be very much comfortable wrapped around me. I should be the one afraid because I don’t know what you might do to me from behind.”

It was true that I was scared of high places. Matteo was really tall. Being on his back could make things below look low.

But then again, he was right. I’d be wrapped around him. It wasn’t like he was going to drop me with the little chance he got.

“Get on, Deirdre, or I force you on it. We are running late.” Matteo let out. I heard the impatience in his voice, making me wonder how important the place we were going to was to him.

“Fine, if you drop me, just know you have Kendall to answer to,” I muttered.

“Kendall will believe whatever I say to her,” Matteo chuckled, wrapping his arms under my legs.

He stood up with a suddenness that made me squeal, and I glared at his back. “Matteo!”

“Sorry, I was test standing,” He replied. I heard the amusement in his voice.

“Is that even a real word? Test standing?” I snorted, “You’re weird.”

“It can be a real word if you want it to be, and besides, you bring out all my weirdness.” Matteo turned his head at an awkward angle to look at me.

I pushed his head back, “Please, don’t sprain your neck.”

“I’ll happily do that for you,” He whispered.

“What?” I asked him. Even though I had heard what he said, I wanted him to repeat it again.

He, indeed was strange. I didn’t know what had gotten into him.

It was only three days ago he had come back demanding to know what was going on between Vittorio and me. And now, it seemed all thoughts of Vittorio had vanished from his head.

All he ever did was act weird around me. Almost like I was the only one he could ever think of. Like yesterday, the flower and the romantic bath it was so unlike Matteo.

He had made me feel something I didn’t know I’d feel. Or maybe the feelings had been there, but I had been trying to ignore it because why not?

Matteo wasn’t as sweet as this. He was an entirely different person the first time we met. He barely cared about the littlest detail, and all he ever wanted was to fuck.

Yes, we barely cuddled, but we had been doing that a lot lately.

I wasn’t complaining anyway. I could use as much feeling as I could get from him because, to be honest, if we weren’t in this together, I was sure I’d have gone insane.

This island would have driven me crazy with its soreness.

Don’t get me wrong, I loved a serene environment, but not one without Kendall.

“Deirdre,” Matteo murmured, snapping me out of my thoughts.

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“Your breasts,” He said.

“What about them?” I asked him, confused.

“They are…”

“They are what?” I added as he stopped.

He seemed to be struggling to come up with words to describe what he was feeling.

“Matteo?” I called as he shuddered.

“If they keep pressing against me in that manner, I might be tempted to fuck you against one of these thorny trees,” He rasped.

“What?!” I questioned, bewildered.

“I’m hard, Deirdre,” Matteo simply said.

It only took me a few seconds to understand what he was saying.

“You pervert!” I slapped his back. “W-why?”

“Why what?” he asked gruffly.

“Why would you have such a thought? I mean, this should be an innocent walk, and you offered to carry me and…”

“I never said I wouldn’t fuck you doing the walk, did I?” Matteo asked, and I found myself shaking my head.

“No, but…”

“You are my wife, Deirdre. I can do as I desire with you. Besides, your body on mine feels like torture when I am not into you, so…”

“Stop,” I murmured.

“Why?” he asked me.

“Just stop, and let’s keep walking,” I told him. If he didn’t stop, I sure was going to take him on his offer. Perhaps he was trying to turn me on so I’d accept to what he wanted.

I felt my nipples tightening, and with how thin Matteo’s shirt was, I was sure he’d feel the pointy end, seeing as I wasn’t wearing a bra.

I wondered why I hadn’t worn one.

“Fine, I’ll keep moving, but know this, Deirdre, when I need to, I’ll take it. Don’t stop me.” I heard the promise in his voice.

It made desire surge through me, and my pussy dampened.

I should be sore down there. It was barely twenty-four hours since Matteo had fucked the living daylight out of me, yet, it felt ready again.

Ready to take him in.

Groaning, I rubbed my face against his back, sighing, “I hope you don’t feel the need to because I don’t think I have the willpower to stop you.”