MATTEO POVVittorio groaned, stumbling out of the hut. Then he straightened, "I could have killed you!""No, I could have killed you," I retorted, then narrowed my eyes at him, "I thought we were a fucking team. Why the fuck did you take off in that manner?!""I fucking had everything under control, and I knew no one was in there; that was why I ran inside." He said."Whatever, De Luca," I said, "You should have responded when I called you. And the mistake you made was pointing a gun at me. If you weren't someone I knew, you should be in your pool of blood right now."I walked away from him, hearing him curse. But I wasn't fazed.He did deserve to be shot. I wished I could shoot his ankle at least to teach him a fucking lesson, but I couldn't.There would be consequences."Come on, let's check the rest hut. We'd definitely find something." I said to him.Vittorio and I searched the remaining huts, and we did find something: a map. Also, we realized that they didn't actually leave beca
MATTEO POVI followed her, watching her wrap another towel around her.Then she looked up at me and grinned, "We should go to bed. It would be easier.""Yes, that's true," I said.Deirdre dropped the towel to the floor, then laid on her back and spread her legs wide.I couldn't help but stare at her pussy.It was already glistening, dripping wet."I believe it is only fair if you eat me; I would do the same." She said."Eat me, Matteo." She ordered.My mouth watered at her words.She was offering me her pussy.How could I say no to that?"Fine, baby," I said, then moved towards her, "But first, we'll try something else. I'm sure you're going to love it.""Okay," She shrugged.I got on the bed and knelt in front of her.Then, I gripped her thighs, pushing her knees against her chest, her feet by her head."Keep your legs that way," I commanded, "No matter what happens."Deirdre nodded, and I pushed her thighs further, opening her pussy more.I moved closer and blew at her entrance.She
DEIRDRE POVA while later, Matteo walked towards me with a large paper in his hand.He sat on the bed, making me rise slowly and gazing at his hand."What's that?" I asked."The outcome of today's search," He said, then opened it slowly and turned it to face me.It was a map. My eyes widened, and I sat up straight, "Does that mean we can..." I trailed off.I didn't want to be too excited for fear that it might not really mean what I was thinking about."Yes, darling. We can finally leave here. However, we need help with decoding it. And you are the translator here." Matteo pointed out."What language is it in? And do you realize I don't know all the language of this world?" I asked him.Matteo shrugged his big shoulders, "I am sure it's nothing you can't handle," He said.Then he added, "I believe it's in Armenian."Matteo set the map before me, looking at me with expectation-filled eyes."Tell me it's one of the languages you are fluent in, Deirdre," He said."Well, today is our luck
DEIRDRE"Hey, Kelsey, could you pass me the wine glass?" my best friend of four years asked.I handed her the Bordeaux wine glass, specifically reserved for serving elite guests according to the management's instructions.The Luxe Bistro, located in the heart of Miraval, London, was known for its exclusive private members' clubs, luxury hotels, and upscale dining choices.The Luxe Bistro particularly drew in affluent men and women whom the boss referred to as the "elite." While individuals from all walks of life were welcome, the restaurant predominantly attracted the wealthy, creating a clear distinction between the middle class and the elite.With five stories, the building allocated the first floor to the average customer, reserving the upper floors for the elite clientele.Despite having worked at the restaurant for a considerable time, I had never ventured onto the fifth floor until today. Stepping in, I instantly sensed the shift in the atmosphere. The air was thick with opulenc
DEIDRE"What are you doing? Let go of me!" I cried out, attempting to push him, but he stood firm.His tense face held a tight smile, his eyes locking onto mine."I should be asking you that, Cara," he said, trying to touch my face.I slapped his hand away, glared at him, and demanded, "Stop fucking calling me that. Where are you taking me, bastard?! Why are you here? I could call the police on you...""You won't do that. And I don't remember you being so crude, sweetheart," Matteo murmured, his gaze fixed on mine. His eyes traced my face as if searching for something.I shivered, wrapping my arms around myself, wanting distance from him and his reach.It annoyed me how he stood there, acting as if we were still lovers. Maybe we were once, but seeing him now grated on my nerves."I should be asking why you're here," he retorted."It's none of your business!" I shot back, shrugging off his hand that slipped around my waist, though he held on tight. His touch made my nipples harden, an
DEIRDREThe look in Matteo's eyes told me he meant business and was willing to do whatever it took to get what he wanted. But I wouldn't let him have the satisfaction without a fight. He would never take my child from me.If he killed me, maybe he would succeed. However, the thought of lying dead on the floor sent a shiver down my spine. No, I had to fight back. I couldn't let him win."I'm not pregnant, Matteo. Fuck off," I scowled and pushed him away as he tried to grab my hand."You were," Matteo corrected me. "I'll forgive you for keeping me out of her life, but I won't forgive you for taking her away without my knowledge and raising her like a bastard!""I don't know what you're talking about," I said, trying to sound as convincing as possible.Matteo laughed, cold and cruel, "Don't play dumb, Deirdre. I know everything. You can't hide the truth from me.""I don't have any child of yours with me," I protested."You've told me many lies, and I won't forgive you this time. I'm taki
DEIRDREAs Matteo strode towards me, I dashed to what I guess was the bathroom.However, I was not fast enough. He gripped my hair, flung me across his shoulder, and tossed me on the bed.I fell with a plop, and I stood abruptly as well."Kendall is mine, and we had no official dissolving of our marriage. I can prove that your body is still mine by fucking you this instant.""N-No, please!" I stuttered, pushing at his chest as he came down on me.My eyes rounded as he parted my legs, but I kept shoving him.I didn't think my punch affected him because he gripped my chin and forced me to stare into his cold eyes."P-please, I beg of you."Whether he heard me or not, Matteo didn't show it.He bounded my hands with the tie he had released from his neck."Tell me, Tesoro, do you think you can run away from me?" His grey eyes turned darker, and swiftly, he clutched the thong I wore, ripping it off me.My legs snapped shut almost immediately, attempting to cover up the rest of my dignity as
DEIRDREThe following morning, I found myself inside Matteo's penthouse in Miraval. It took me thirty minutes from the Luxe Bistro and forty minutes from my modest apartment. I couldn't help but realize that Matteo had always been within my reach, but he had been waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.As I woke, I spotted Matteo's watchful dogs guarding the hotel. They were the first individuals I encountered, and they were not shy about telling me it was their boss's order. I left the hotel, and the worst part was that they followed me everywhere, making it difficult for me to breathe.Finally, I received a reminder call from Matteo, informing me that since I chose to remain stubborn and not call him last night about my decision, I should prepare myself for court. I knew he had the financial means and influence to sway the judge in his favour, which was why I didn't want to go to court but had agreed to his wish.As I entered the penthouse, I reminded myself it was all for Ke