UNHOLY DESIRE

DEIRDRE

DAY THREE

Would it be strange if I admitted this was my first bonfire ever? Perhaps.

Despite being quite social, I’d never been to one before.

“Hey, bestie!” Leslie waved me over.

“We’re not best friends,” I muttered, then flashed her a wide smile, tucking a strand of my hair that swirled in the wind behind my ear.

Wrapping my arms around me, I grimaced as more goosebumps formed. It was probably a bad idea to wear a teal halter neck tankini and blue denim shorts without a sweater, considering the wind.

Sitting close enough to the fire to warm me but not so close to roast me, I sighed. Then, my nose wrinkled as it caught a scent other than burning wood.

My mouth watered as the distinct smell of s’mores, grilled corn, and kabobs filled the air. My stomach grumbled, reminding me that I had only picked at my food earlier after Matteo had seized the opportunity to tease me nonstop.

It wasn’t entirely his fault; I had woken up grabbing onto his dick as though I was holding on for dear life.

I couldn’t fathom what else I might have done in my sleep. I had woken up wet and aroused. I didn’t even want to imagine if something else had happened.

Trying to keep my distance from Matteo, he had cracked a joke about me wanting him and being too afraid to ask. It felt more serious than a joke to me.

Now, I was the one suffering, left with a growling stomach and eyes bulging as I stared at all the delicious food.

“Can we start?” Leslie yelled over the murmurs. I winced, shaking my head.

Glancing around, I noticed more people had gathered than when I arrived. I was glad it was only adults because thinking about games with children participating would be weird.

The glint in Leslie’s eyes hinted at mischief, and I knew whatever we might be doing tonight wouldn’t end well.

“Who can play??” Leslie raised an acoustic guitar, and Vittorio eagerly volunteered.

I raised a brow as he approached Leslie, sitting on a stone beside her and taking the guitar.

“I want to dedicate this to a woman I met on this voyage, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. This song is to tell you how special you are,” he announced, eliciting cheers from the crowd.

Vittorio’s eyes locked onto mine, and he winked, making my cheeks flush as I looked away.

He started playing ‘I Will Follow You Into the Dark.’

I felt uneasy as Vittorio played while watching me, and so did others, throwing me wide smiles.

I wondered if I was the woman he spoke about, but I didn’t want to jump to conclusions.

When the song ended, I breathed out, relief coursing through me.

“Hey,” Vittorio said, sitting beside me. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Well, Leslie would have my head if I didn’t show up,” I laughed.

Vittorio nodded, laughing as well.

Food circulated, and I tasted the S’more first. It was as heavenly as it smelled.

“Fucking good,” I moaned, my eyes briefly closing as I savored the sweetness, warmth, and a hint of smokiness.

“You curse a lot,” Vittorio observed.

I winced inwardly. I’d just moaned while eating a S’more. He probably thought I was weird now.

“I only do when the time calls for it,” I replied.

“Truth or dare anyone!” Leslie screamed.

“She does scream like a banshee,” Vittorio grimaced, shaking his head.

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“We’re all adults here, and we’re all in. No one can back out once the game starts. You must do the dare!” Leslie declared.

“That’s bound to get messy,” Vittorio chuckled.

“I agree,” I nodded.

It was definitely going to be messy, and I wasn’t thrilled about it.

“Let me grab us some lemonade; any preference?”

“Whichever, no alcohol,” I said.

“Noted, be right back,” he said, standing up and walking off.

I considered doing the same. I hadn’t planned on participating in the game, but then again, this might be my only chance.

While waiting for Vittorio and not paying attention to the ongoing events, I jumped as I felt a tap on my shoulder.

“It’s your turn, Deirdre. Truth or dare?” Leslie asked.

“W-what?” I frowned.

“It’s a dare!” Leslie declared.

“No, no, no!” I shook my head. “I choose what I want.”

“My game, my rules,” Leslie said.

“What the heck?” I snorted, scowling at her.

“Okay, fine. Whatever.” Leslie rolled her eyes, still grinning.

“Truth then. What’s your wildest fantasy, Deirdre? Maybe a threesome, being sandwiched between two good-looking guys, having the time of your life, or…”

“Being handcuffed, humiliated, and given a back shot!” I blurted out.

“What?!” Leslie exclaimed.

What had I just said? I clasped my hands around my face.

Fuck my loose mouth.

It was embarrassing, but I didn’t want people to think Vittorio and I were together. Now, they might believe I’d be receiving that from both Matteo and him.

“You never told me,” Matteo settled beside me. I hadn’t noticed him until now, and I couldn’t even look at him.

“That is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard,” Leslie said, then added, “Let’s keep the dares coming, people.”

I hoped they’d forget it quickly, but it seemed like an almost impossible wish.

“Truth or dare, Matteo?” She asked Matteo.

I shot her a glare, but she shrugged. She had put me on the spot on purpose.

“Why don’t you, Deirdre, and I have the best time of our lives tonight? We can…”

“Deirdre is my wife,” Matteo said, cutting her off.

“Oops!” Leslie muttered, and I briefly glanced at her, noting the genuine surprise on her face.

Not only her, but many of the people present were also taken aback, except for Larry, who already knew.

“I guess it’s good night then,” he said, lifting me over his shoulder and walking away from the crowd.