UNHOLY DESIRE

MATTEO

“You brought her,” I turned to stare at Jackson. He strode towards me and wrapped his arms around me.

“Is there a problem with that?” I asked.

“I just feel with what is going on, it might have been best if she stayed home,” Jackson said.

“Perhaps,” I murmured. Even though he was somewhat right, I didn’t see a reason Deirdre should stay at home when she could be with me, and I would protect her.

“I learned of some activities here,” I said, glancing around. Although I could not ascertain if I was being watched or not, I felt like it. “The locals told me there were at least ten killings in the past few days, and all weren’t from this region. I remember one of the locals telling me they had weird tattoos and hard currency on them after the police came for investigation.”

“I received a report as well; hence, I am here,” Jackson said, handing me a sheet of paper he had torn open from the brown envelope.

“Who brought this?” I asked.

“From the boss, it was addressed to you,” Jackson said. “Why?”

“I’m being watched,” I murmured, glancing around again. It was the only thing written on the paper, and Giovanni could have called me to say so, but sending Jackson to reach me meant it was a dire situation.

“Who are they?” Jackson asked, his voice low.

“Probably one of my many enemies,” I shrugged. “Thanks for the message, keep in touch.” I patted his back.

“Keep your wife safe, boss, and good luck,” he said.

I nodded, watching him leave before heading towards where Deirdre was. The door was open when I reached there. I frowned, stepping in, “Deirdre?”

I received no response from her, and I sniffed the air. It was only her scent that lingered and nothing else. My eyes wandered to the discarded clothes on the floor, and I stepped towards the shower where I believed she was; my breath released as I heard the sound of running water.

“Why the heck would she leave the door open?” I murmured, shutting the door and locking it. Someone could have come in to attack her. Deirdre was careless. I wonder if she knew that yet.

I sat on the bed for a while before walking to the only window in the room. It overlooked the ocean. I sighed, exhaling as my mind drifted back to the letter. Many thoughts of who they could be swirled in my mind, but I didn’t want to speculate, as they might be the last person I would have thought of.

Deirdre came out a while later, wrapped in only a towel. As she noticed my presence, she halted. “I thought you were going to stay out longer.”

“Is that why you didn’t lock the door?” I asked.

“I didn’t?” she asked. “I could have sworn I did.”

“You didn’t,” I said, my eyes moving from her face to her legs. Her legs were elegant. They were long and straight. I remembered the way she wrapped them around me while I held her close, the way they often quivered and… Oh, heck.

I grunted, feeling my dick twitch in my pants. I wanted Deirdre. Even when I had seen her in that waitress outfit, I still yearned to be with her. But I didn’t want to push her.

She already seemed apprehensive about me. As if she thought I was going to pounce on her and do unspeakable things to her body.

“Why are you still here?” I asked as her hand tightened around the towel.

“I need to get dressed,” she said.

“And?” I raised a brow at her. “Should I leave the room for you?”

“Exactly,” Deirdre said, licking her lower lip. “I need you to excuse me so I can get dressed.”

“I won’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with,” I assured her. “Remember, you’re my wife, Deirdre. Do I need to keep reminding you whenever we’re together?”

“I just don’t feel very at ease being in the same place as you,” she admitted.

“What happened to all the confidence you used to have? What happened to the woman who tempted me with her curves while looking so innocent?”

I stood and walked towards Deirdre. She stepped back, which I expected.

“I just need to get dressed,” She said, her eyes widening.

“I’m not going to harm you, Deirdre.” I wrapped a wet, curly ginger strand of hair around my finger, twirling it. “Do you think I’d punish you for everything you did?”

“The girl you’re looking for is gone, Matteo,” she said. “I was a naive teenager who didn’t know what she was doing, but now I feel wiser.”

I leaned in, trailing soft kisses along her collarbone. I heard her trying to stifle a moan, and she sighed, pushing at my chest. “I don’t think I can do this.”

“Why not?” I asked. “Marriage issues aside, we both desire each other.”

“It’s not even been a week since we reconciled. Do you think the next thing I want to do is open up for you?” She snorted, rolling her eyes.

“What else would you want to do, then?” I asked, with an air of arrogance.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“See?” Deirdre’s scowl deepened. “You only see me as an object. Someone to fulfill your needs.”

“I see you as my woman, Deirdre,” I said. Even though having her on my bed was one of the many ways I saw her, I didn’t confirm her suspicion.

“I don’t want to be just your woman,” Deirdre confessed. Her eyes welled up with unshed tears.

“Tell me what you want,” I said.

“You can’t give me what I want,” Deirdre pointed out.

“And what’s that?” I asked, then shook my head as I caught on to what she was saying.

Taking a step back from her, I said, “I can’t love you, Deirdre, and don’t ask that of me. I want you as a woman, and every aspect of you turns me on. But don’t ever expect those words from me.”

“Matteo,” Deirdre said. I saw a tear slide down her cheek, which she quickly wiped away. “I don’t want your love.”

“Good,” I affirmed with a nod.

“And you can’t have my body because I’ll never let you take advantage of me like you once did!” She yelled into my face, shoving me aside.

I didn’t stop her. I only watched her with narrowed eyes as she headed towards the bathroom.