UNHOLY DESIRE

DEIRDRE

DAY FOUR

I jerked awake with a start.

My breath caught in my throat as I felt a sudden chill between my legs, followed by a gentle caress of my clit, making me inhale sharply.

Opening my eyes slowly, I found Matteo’s face hovering over mine, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Morning, baby,” he said, leaning in for a kiss on my lips.

However, I turned my head to the side, and his lips brushed against the corner of mine instead.

“Why?” he asked.

I clasped a hand over my mouth, muttering, “Morning breath.”

“Does it matter?” he whispered, his hot, minty breath teasing my skin and nose.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“It does,” I replied, nudging him off me.

I climbed down from the bed, gripping the headboard as my knees buckled.

Sitting on the bed for a moment, I breathed out before standing up again.

However, the same feeling persisted-buckling knees now accompanied by a woozy sensation.

Matteo stood from where he sat, coming toward me. He lifted me off the ground, his strong arms supporting my legs and waist.

“I prepared a bath for you,” he said, surprising me. It was the nicest thing he had ever done for me in terms of intimacy.

Most times, after sex, he would leave the room without bothering with cuddling, but last night, he did all that and even cleaned me up after I was too exhausted to do anything.

Perhaps the reason I didn’t know if he did all that was because I didn’t stay too long with him. Our sham marriage barely lasted six months until I fled.

“Hold onto the sink,” Matteo instructed as he gently let me down in front of the white sink in the bathroom.

I did as he said, gripping the sink and waiting as Matteo knelt before me.

“Lift your legs,” he said, gripping the leg of his joggers that I had worn to bed.

I raised it, and slowly, he pulled it off me. He did the same with the tankini, and afterward, I was bare before him.

Matteo left my side, walking to the bath filled with water. He rolled up his sleeves, tested the water with his hand for a few seconds, and returned to my side.

For the second time, he lifted me without saying anything and gently settled me into the bathtub.

He didn’t stop there; for the first time, Matteo bathed me. He washed every essential part of my body, sponging gently. He even washed my hair.

I felt like this was the best treatment anyone could ever get from a husband, but then, I knew he was only doing it out of kindness.

He must have done it for different women, so there was nothing special about me.

After he finished bathing me, he towel-dried me, even though I insisted I could walk, and he took me back to the room.

“I’ll be right back,” Matteo said, leaving the room.

Slowly, I walked to the mirror, sitting on the vanity chair.

“Shit,” I winced, gazing at my appearance. I looked flushed.

Aside from my hair, which was in disarray and tangled, my face was red. I didn’t know why. Perhaps it was due to the fact that Matteo had given me a treatment he hadn’t done since I knew him, or maybe it was the fact that we had fucked.

Combing my hair with my fingers, I lifted the curls atop my head before applying moisturizer to my face.

The weather on this island was extreme, and the last thing I wanted was to return to my world with a patchy face.

Matteo stepped into the room a few minutes later with a large tray, and my stomach grumbled immediately as I noticed what was on it.

“Food,” I grinned.

I had never been this happy seeing food in my life, and I guess it was because I had barely eaten anything that made me this enthusiastic.

“Yes, food,” Matteo said. “But I never asked you to leave the bed. Are you always this disobedient?”

“I needed to,” I said sheepishly, as he frowned at me.

Matteo set the tray down, rolled up his sleeves, and gestured to the bed. “Now, back to it.”

Without arguing, I stepped towards it, sitting, wondering why he wanted me on the bed when I could easily sit on the couch to eat.

Matteo must have sneaked the couch in this morning because there wasn’t one here before.

“It’s called breakfast in bed, darling. I wanted you to have it in bed and not on the couch,” he said dryly.

Had I said my thoughts aloud? I wondered, but with Matteo’s response, I guess I had.

Matteo placed the tray filled with food on the bed, and I shook my head. “We are going to smudge this duvet. And we don’t have a spare.”

“I don’t care if the duvet is smudged or not. I want you to eat to your satisfaction and then have a great rest to recover your strength.”

Matteo was considerate. Perhaps I should cut him some slack and not think of him as unfeeling.

“Besides, I don’t need the duvet when I have you, baby. Your legs wrapped around me while I drill into you is all that I need.” Matteo’s voice turned husky, and he sat beside me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me into him, careful not to tip the tray over.

Matteo nipped my earlobe, then went further to kiss my neck, down to my cleavage.

“You might need to be out of this sooner, darling. I can’t seem to get enough of you,” he said, his eyes flickering to my face.

“I am still hungry,” I groaned as I felt a pang in my stomach.

“I won’t stop you from eating.” Matteo let me go instantly, and I was somewhat disappointed as I wanted to feel his warmth more.

“You should eat, so I am going to eat you later,” Matteo declared.

Was he always this vulgar? And he wasn’t even the least bit ashamed of all that he was saying.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Matteo let out, even though his back was to me.

“How?” I asked him.

“As if I am crazy,” he turned, shooting me a smile before heading towards the door.

“I need to be with Vittorio. You shouldn’t do anything I wouldn’t want you to do, Deirdre. And warm that pussy for me as I am coming to eat from it.”

“Matteo!” I grimaced, shaking my head, watching him leave the room, but that didn’t stop me from blushing.

I wouldn’t lie; I loved it when Matteo talked dirty. In fact, it turned me on all the time. However, this was a new level of dirty.

I wondered what had come over him. Or maybe he had always been this way, but I never knew, as I was naive and hoping for something far out of my reach.

Sighing, I pushed back the unwanted thoughts before digging into my food because I needed strength, as Matteo said.