UNHOLY DESIRE

DEIRDRE POV

I was exhausted by the time I finished translating the last word on the map. It was tiring, yet at the same time exhilarating.

The last time I did something like this was three years ago, and everything had ended instantly after meeting Matteo.

I barely went to functions, and I didn’t have any clients as well to ask for my service. At that time, I had believed Matteo had a hand in it.

The way he glared at men who stared at me whenever I walked by, I believed he had gone behind my back to say things he shouldn’t.

He was very much possessive and meddling. I remember we had gotten into an argument after he had accused me of flirting with a client just a week after we started seeing each other.

Yes, it wasn’t only Vittorio he had accused me of flirting with, and I had taken it at that time to be jealous.

I had thought it cute, but I had ignored the deep red flag waving in front of me. It was obvious.

To be honest, I guessed I was into Matteo’s overall personality. Domineering, arrogance, controlling, possessive, and dominance all had been glaringly obvious.

I was too in love and naive to think straight. Yet, I was making the same mistake.

The door opened, and Matteo stepped in.

“Did you do it?” He asked me, and I nodded, sighing.

Matteo came towards where I sat on the swivel chair, a wide smile on his face.

“That’s amazing, sweetheart,” He said, then added, “What do you want as a reward?”

“Exhausted,” I whispered, yawning.

“I can make you relax,” Matteo offered.

“How?” I asked him, feeling slightly suspicious.

He was up to something.

“A massage,” He told me, and I looked up at him, my eyes wide with disbelief.

“Seriously?”

“I am a man of many talents,” He informed me.

“Sure, if you say so,” I shrugged, still feeling weary.

I wasn’t sure about what I was agreeing to.

I got up, and he moved me over to the bed. I had to sit with my back to him.

“Where did you learn to give massages?” I asked him, and he answered me with a shrug.

“I have had a lot of practice.”

My heart sank as I imagined Matteo massaging another woman’s back.

I felt like a fool.

“Is that so?” I whispered, not wanting him to hear how affected I was by his admission.

“Relax, baby,” He told me.

I was trying.

His hands touched my neck, massaging my shoulders, and I had to stop myself from moaning.

He had massaged another woman. I wondered what they had done afterward. Was it recently, or when? I couldn’t help but imagine further.

“Relax, baby,” Matteo whispered.

I couldn’t; I wanted to scream at him and demand who the bitch was. But it would be silly if I did.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, stopping.

I shook my head, “Nothing.”

“Really?” Matteo asked with a frown, then his eyes narrowed, “Wait, you assumed I massage other women, didn’t you?”

I heard the amusement in his voice, but I didn’t look at him. Also, I didn’t confirm his words.

“Hey, it’s just a skill, and I used to massage my father,” He said.

“Your father?” I asked him, and he nodded. Matteo hadn’t really spoken much about his family, so I barely knew anything about him, and I didn’t bother to do a thorough background check as well.

Maybe I was too eager to jump into bed with me to have reasoned that much.

“Now tell me, did you assume I massaged other women?” he asked again, and I nodded reluctantly.

“It’s cute to see you jealous,” He chuckled, making me roll my eyes.

“Now, I am going to start over again, and you need to relax your body, okay?” He instructed, and I nodded.

There wouldn’t be any reason for me not to. At least, he had cleared my suspicion.

Matteo continued to massage my shoulders, and I sighed, finally relaxing.

His hands felt so good. I could feel the tension leaving me and a new feeling building in my core.

My breasts felt heavy. My nipples had already turned hard and were pressing against the cotton shirt I wore.

He slowly moved his hand downwards. He started kneading the sides of my breasts, then he took them in his hands, caressing them.

I moaned as he pulled the top down, exposing them.

He leaned down and took one of the nipples in his mouth, sucking, licking, and nipping them.

My hand went into his hair, holding him close to me as his hands continued to touch my body.

“Matteo,” I whispered, moaning as he continued.

He pulled me back, his hands now touching me through the material of the dress.

I had no underwear on. The material felt rough against my pussy. I was so wet, so ready.

He moved his hand beneath my skirt, and I moaned loudly. His finger brushed against my clit, and I gasped.

“Matteo!”

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” He whispered.

I bit my lower lip, and he pushed a finger inside of me.

“Tell me what you want,” He said and added another finger, thrusting in and out of me.

I was moaning and arching my back.

“I want to cum,” I said in a soft voice.

“Beg,” He whispered in my ear, and I closed my eyes as his finger brushed my clit.

“Please,” I whimpered, “Please, Matteo, let me cum.”

He rubbed my clit faster, and I could feel the orgasm building inside me.

“Yes,” I moaned, “Matteo!”

“Scream,” He told me, “Scream as you cum.”

I did just that.

“Matteo!!!” I screamed as I came.

He kept on rubbing me, pushing me through my orgasm, and I could only gasp.

After a moment, he stopped and pulled his hand out of me. I leaned against him, still feeling weak and breathless.

He kissed my neck, and I could feel the erection pressing against my back.

I slowly turned around to face him, and he smiled at me.

“You are a vixen,” He said, and I smirked.

“You started it.”

He grinned, “We should go take a shower.”

I nodded, “Okay.”

He kissed me again, and we got up.

We stripped out of our clothes and got under the spray.

I stood facing him, looking up at him.

“You are so beautiful,” He told me, pushing my hair back.

“You are not so bad yourself,” I said, making him laugh.

“Thank you, baby.”

He held my waist and brought me close.

“Matteo,” I said, and he looked down at me.

“Yeah, babe?”

“I love you.”

Matteo didn’t respond. Instead, he turned me around so that I was facing the wall of the shower, his hand on my ass. I was disappointed at myself especially. Of course, I knew he wouldn’t say it back, I didn’t know why I had bothered saying it.

Matteo’s hand collided with my ass making me wince in pain. Despite the pain, I felt my juice running down the length of my leg.

I guess it was only sex I was good enough for. He slapped my backside again, making me groan and my teeth grind together.

His hand cupped my pussy from behind, and I heard him murmur, “You’re ready to take me in.”

He pushed my head against the shower wall, gripped my neck, and thrust into me swiftly.

“Ugh,” I groaned.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he growled.

“Tell me, Deirdre. Do you have any fucking clue?”

He slammed into me with his full length, his balls slapping against my pussy.

“Matteo,” I whimpered, unable to speak.

“Tell me,” He demanded.

“I… I don’t,” I replied.

“You have no idea,” he said and gripped my hips tighter, thrusting harder, “No fucking idea.”

I groaned as his dick slammed into me over and over again.

“Matteo!”

He slapped my ass once more, his hips slapping against it.

“Matteo,” I whined, but he wasn’t listening.

He fucked me hard and fast. My body was pressed against the wall, and I could feel his chest brushing against my back.

His hand slipped into the gap between the wall and my stomach. He started to rub my clit, making me moan.

“I’m so close, Deirdre,” he growled.

“Me too,” I said, and he rubbed me faster.

“Oh,” I whimpered as my second orgasm came, “Oh, Matteo!”

He came with a loud groan, his dick pulsing inside me.

Matteo leaned down and kissed the back of my neck.

“So beautiful,” he murmured before pulling out of me.

“Are you okay?” he asked, and I nodded.

“I am,” I whispered, pressing my back into his. DEIRDRE POV

I was exhausted by the time I finished translating the last word on the map. It was tiring, yet at the same time exhilarating.

The last time I did something like this was three years ago, and everything had ended instantly after meeting Matteo.

I barely went to functions, and I didn’t have any clients as well to ask for my service. At that time, I had believed Matteo had a hand in it.

The way he glared at men who stared at me whenever I walked by, I believed he had gone behind my back to say things he shouldn’t.

He was very much possessive and meddling. I remember we had gotten into an argument after he had accused me of flirting with a client just a week after we started seeing each other.

Yes, it wasn’t only Vittorio he had accused me of flirting with, and I had taken it at that time to be jealous.

I had thought it cute, but I had ignored the deep red flag waving in front of me. It was obvious.

To be honest, I guessed I was into Matteo’s overall personality. Domineering, arrogance, controlling, possessive, and dominance all had been glaringly obvious.

I was too in love and naive to think straight. Yet, I was making the same mistake.

The door opened, and Matteo stepped in.

“Did you do it?” He asked me, and I nodded, sighing.

Matteo came towards where I sat on the swivel chair, a wide smile on his face.

“That’s amazing, sweetheart,” He said, then added, “What do you want as a reward?”

“Exhausted,” I whispered, yawning.

“I can make you relax,” Matteo offered.

“How?” I asked him, feeling slightly suspicious.

He was up to something.

“A massage,” He told me, and I looked up at him, my eyes wide with disbelief.

“Seriously?”

“I am a man of many talents,” He informed me.

“Sure, if you say so,” I shrugged, still feeling weary.

I wasn’t sure about what I was agreeing to.

I got up, and he moved me over to the bed. I had to sit with my back to him.

“Where did you learn to give massages?” I asked him, and he answered me with a shrug.

“I have had a lot of practice.”

My heart sank as I imagined Matteo massaging another woman’s back.

I felt like a fool.

“Is that so?” I whispered, not wanting him to hear how affected I was by his admission.

“Relax, baby,” He told me.

I was trying.

His hands touched my neck, massaging my shoulders, and I had to stop myself from moaning.

He had massaged another woman. I wondered what they had done afterward. Was it recently, or when? I couldn’t help but imagine further.

“Relax, baby,” Matteo whispered.

I couldn’t; I wanted to scream at him and demand who the bitch was. But it would be silly if I did.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, stopping.

I shook my head, “Nothing.”

“Really?” Matteo asked with a frown, then his eyes narrowed, “Wait, you assumed I massage other women, didn’t you?”

I heard the amusement in his voice, but I didn’t look at him. Also, I didn’t confirm his words.

“Hey, it’s just a skill, and I used to massage my father,” He said.

“Your father?” I asked him, and he nodded. Matteo hadn’t really spoken much about his family, so I barely knew anything about him, and I didn’t bother to do a thorough background check as well.

Maybe I was too eager to jump into bed with me to have reasoned that much.

“Now tell me, did you assume I massaged other women?” he asked again, and I nodded reluctantly.

“It’s cute to see you jealous,” He chuckled, making me roll my eyes.

“Now, I am going to start over again, and you need to relax your body, okay?” He instructed, and I nodded.

There wouldn’t be any reason for me not to. At least, he had cleared my suspicion.

Matteo continued to massage my shoulders, and I sighed, finally relaxing.

His hands felt so good. I could feel the tension leaving me and a new feeling building in my core.

My breasts felt heavy. My nipples had already turned hard and were pressing against the cotton shirt I wore.

He slowly moved his hand downwards. He started kneading the sides of my breasts, then he took them in his hands, caressing them.

I moaned as he pulled the top down, exposing them.

He leaned down and took one of the nipples in his mouth, sucking, licking, and nipping them.

My hand went into his hair, holding him close to me as his hands continued to touch my body.

“Matteo,” I whispered, moaning as he continued.

He pulled me back, his hands now touching me through the material of the dress.

I had no underwear on. The material felt rough against my pussy. I was so wet, so ready.

He moved his hand beneath my skirt, and I moaned loudly. His finger brushed against my clit, and I gasped.

“Matteo!”

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” He whispered.

I bit my lower lip, and he pushed a finger inside of me.

“Tell me what you want,” He said and added another finger, thrusting in and out of me.

I was moaning and arching my back.

“I want to cum,” I said in a soft voice.

“Beg,” He whispered in my ear, and I closed my eyes as his finger brushed my clit.

“Please,” I whimpered, “Please, Matteo, let me cum.”

He rubbed my clit faster, and I could feel the orgasm building inside me.

“Yes,” I moaned, “Matteo!”

“Scream,” He told me, “Scream as you cum.”

I did just that.

“Matteo!!!” I screamed as I came.

He kept on rubbing me, pushing me through my orgasm, and I could only gasp.

After a moment, he stopped and pulled his hand out of me. I leaned against him, still feeling weak and breathless.

He kissed my neck, and I could feel the erection pressing against my back.

I slowly turned around to face him, and he smiled at me.

“You are a vixen,” He said, and I smirked.

“You started it.”

He grinned, “We should go take a shower.”

I nodded, “Okay.”

He kissed me again, and we got up.

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I stood facing him, looking up at him.

“You are so beautiful,” He told me, pushing my hair back.

“You are not so bad yourself,” I said, making him laugh.

“Thank you, baby.”

He held my waist and brought me close.

“Matteo,” I said, and he looked down at me.

“Yeah, babe?”

“I love you.”

Matteo didn’t respond. Instead, he turned me around so that I was facing the wall of the shower, his hand on my ass. I was disappointed at myself especially. Of course, I knew he wouldn’t say it back, I didn’t know why I had bothered saying it.

Matteo’s hand collided with my ass making me wince in pain. Despite the pain, I felt my juice running down the length of my leg.

I guess it was only sex I was good enough for. He slapped my backside again, making me groan and my teeth grind together.

His hand cupped my pussy from behind, and I heard him murmur, “You’re ready to take me in.”

He pushed my head against the shower wall, gripped my neck, and thrust into me swiftly.

“Ugh,” I groaned.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he growled.

“Tell me, Deirdre. Do you have any fucking clue?”

He slammed into me with his full length, his balls slapping against my pussy.

“Matteo,” I whimpered, unable to speak.

“Tell me,” He demanded.

“I… I don’t,” I replied.

“You have no idea,” he said and gripped my hips tighter, thrusting harder, “No fucking idea.”

I groaned as his dick slammed into me over and over again.

“Matteo!”

He slapped my ass once more, his hips slapping against it.

“Matteo,” I whined, but he wasn’t listening.

He fucked me hard and fast. My body was pressed against the wall, and I could feel his chest brushing against my back.

His hand slipped into the gap between the wall and my stomach. He started to rub my clit, making me moan.

“I’m so close, Deirdre,” he growled.

“Me too,” I said, and he rubbed me faster.

“Oh,” I whimpered as my second orgasm came, “Oh, Matteo!”

He came with a loud groan, his dick pulsing inside me.

Matteo leaned down and kissed the back of my neck.

“So beautiful,” he murmured before pulling out of me.

“Are you okay?” he asked, and I nodded.

“I am,” I whispered, pressing my back into his.