UNHOLY DESIRE

DEIRDRE

It was still evening. Matteo didn’t do what I had thought he was going to do with me earlier. He had fucking let me gasping after teasing the fuck out of me.

I guess I was the one to be blamed since I had reminded him about the beach and being unable to see the sun setting if we did take part in what was in his mind.

Yes, Matto had instantly stopped, forgetting the fact that he needed to continue since I was high already.

Sometimes, I need to keep my mouth shut, I mused, but at the same time, I was glad to be at the beach this instant.

The scenery was amazing. The sun was orange and was already setting. It cast a perfect glow on the blue sea and made it even more enthralling to look at.

When we first arrived, I realized almost everyone had come by the beachside. I guess they enjoyed the outdoors often.

Matteo didn’t come to the beach with me, but he had promised to, and he had made me wear a robe.

I didn’t think I would have been comfortable if I had stepped out of the room in just a bikini.

“Deirdre,”

I jumped as Vittorio approached me.

He chuckled lightly before offering me an apologetic smile, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“No, it’s fine,” I said. “My mind was far away,” And that was the truth.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Letting my eyes trail from his tousled hair to the color dress shirt he donned, showing off his muscular chest, then to the red Bermuda shorts.

I gazed back at his face. “I never knew you were interested in being at the beach.”

“I never saw you as a beach person herself,” He said and nodded.

I enjoyed many things. I loved the beach, and I loved travelling, but everything changed after I fled away from Matteo three years ago.

In order for him not to catch up with me, I kept a low profile and even stopped doing what I loved. Nevertheless, he had found me.

It was only a matter of time before he would have done so, anyway.

“How are you enjoying this Island?” He asked me.

“Enjoying?” I snorted. Although I didn’t hate it entirely, I still wanted to go home.

Kendall was still in Matteo’s Villa.

No matter how many times I stopped myself from thinking about her, I had failed.

I wanted to be with my daughter, but that would only be possible when a rescue party came here to find us.

Besides, I guess that was what Matteo had been trying to do even though he wouldn’t say it to me.

“Yes, you must not hate the Island entirely. For me, the quiet is what I enjoy. At least, it offers me some respite until I return to my world.” He said.

I nodded.

I also enjoyed the tranquility too. And I wouldn’t lie; it was the reason Matteo and I could have a reasonable discussion without tearing out each other’s hair.

“Where’s your husband?” Vittorio asked, glancing around.

“Matteo,” I said to him. “He has a name, you know.”

“But he’s still your husband,” Vittorio said.

“Not officially, but he should be…”

“What isn’t officially?”

I jumped again for the second time, and my head snapped up to see Matteo.

His eyes were narrowed, darting between Vittorio and me.

Both of us created a space between each other, but it wasn’t like we were very much closer to begin with.

Matteo sat in between us before pulling me into his arms.

His body was rigid, and I wondered why.

Frowning as I gazed at him, I saw he was staring at the sea, but his expression was unreadable, and as if he knew I was staring at him, his gaze snapped back to mine.

“What are you thinking about?” I asked him.

“I’ll be back, Deirdre. Man, can we talk about our situation later and how we can get out of here soonest?” Vittorio asked, standing. He dusted his hand on his shorts.

“It’s fine,” I told him.

“Yeah,” Matteo grunted, and Vittorio began walking off.

When he was at a distance, Matteo turned to me with a glare, “What have you been discussing with him? Is he trying to woo you, Deirdre? I knew about the song he sang for you. You also let him know you are taken. Do you want to be his whore as well?!”

“Woah, Matteo,” I frowned. “Where’s this coming from?”

“I fucking warned him to stay away from you,” Matteo grunted.

“Are you jealous of Vittorio’s interaction with me?” I asked him.

That could be the only explanation for his behavior. I noticed whenever Vittorio and I were talking ever since we arrived on this Island, Matteo either turned rigid, shot me a glare, or started being accusatory.

“Why should I be jealous of the idiot? I get the pussy at the end of the day, didn’t I?” He smirked.

“That’s not funny, Matteo. And I only fuck you because I wanted to,” I pointed out.

“I didn’t say otherwise,” He shrugged.

“If you are so against Vittorio and me discussing, then you shouldn’t have asked him to protect me with his life in the first place. Don’t you think he might still be following your order?” I asked him.

Matteo shook his head.

“As a rule in the Maf… As a rule, such a promise can only be valid on established grounds. This island isn’t one. Besides, I am here. If I wasn’t, then he could still go on with protecting you. I am here, and I can protect myself. Vittorio damn well knew he shouldn’t be acting around you as he is doing. I think he isn’t afraid of me putting a bullet through his heart…”

“Matteo!” I exclaimed.

“What, Deirdre?” Matteo asked.

“You don’t go about threatening people just for the fun of it,” I said.

“No, I am not doing that for fun, Deirdre. When it comes to what is mine, I don’t mind killing anyone who stands between me and mine. I don’t mind taking a damned bullet for mine too.” His voice was gruff, and his expression had turned rigid and unreadable again.

Matteo would go to any length to protect me, but he hadn’t mentioned my name. He had said mine. Mine could be Kendall or his family.

If he desired to protect me, Matteo would have definitely mentioned my given name. Yet, why did he look so pissed about the thought of Vittorio and me?