My Masters' Nightmare, Season 1 / Episode 13 Page 2

  “Matteo!”

  “Matteo, Matteo,” he said, imitating her voice.

  “You’re an immature child!”

  “And you’re an irritating banshee, so shut the hell up; your voice is giving me a headache.”

  “Then stop insulting me.”

  “Not going to happen, now get on the bed before I make Alessandro perform for me.”

  With a grimace, she climbed onto the bed.

  “Face him, not me, stupid.”

  She turned over.

  “Tie them together,” Matteo said, his eyes now on the fat soldier.

  The soldier moved forward, joining our wrists with rope.

  “Take her pants off,” Matteo added.

  “No!” Andriena screamed, kicking out at the soldier. The man took a step back, looking to Matteo for further instruction.

  Matteo’s gaze moved to her. “You can’t fuck Alessandro with them on.”

  “I’m not fucking him!”

  Matteo exhaled dramatically. “You really are the thickest person I’ve met. Well, I can’t cure dumb, so I’ll leave you alone with el porno.” He left the room, the soldier following him out. The soldier closed the door, leaving us alone with the light on.

  “Grazie,” I said to Andriena.

  Andriena’s eyes moved to me. “For what?”

  “For protecting me against the Padre.”

  “That was nothing.”

  “Not to me. You stabbed your own uncle for me.”

  “I would’ve stabbed him for Matteo, so that’s not saying much.”

  I frowned. “Don’t downplay it. You protected me, which means I’m in your debt.”

  She shook her head. “No, you helped me, so we’re even now.” Her eyes widened. “Not that I did it for any debt. I just didn’t want him touching you.”

  “I know.”

  She breathed out. “I’m really sorry about all of this, Alessandro.”

  “No need to apologize, it’s not your fault. You’ve done the best you can.”

  “Unfortunately, my best isn’t good enough.”

  “You stabbed your uncle for me.”

  “I would do anything for you.”

  “Not really, you didn’t set me free when I asked earlier.”

  “It was for your own protection, and you’ll be with your famiglia soon and...” she breathed out, looking sad, “I’ll never see you again.”

  “Come with me.”

  “They won’t let me.”

  “Do you want to come with me?”

  “Sì. I’d go anywhere with you.”

  I smiled at her. “You’re the nicest woman I’ve ever met.”

  She lowered her gaze. “I’m not nice, I’m a fraud.”

  “No, you’re not, you’re lovely.”

  “You wouldn’t think that if you knew the truth about me.”

  “Why?”

  She looked back up at me, her expression full of shame. “I haven’t been completely honest with you.”

  “About what?”

  She frowned. “Trust me, you don’t want to know.”

  “I do, you’ve made me curious now.”

  “You won’t be happy when I tell you.”

  “Then spit it out, because I won’t stop asking. I don’t like secrets. They cause trouble in the long run.”

  She shook her head.

  “Andriena, please.”

  She opened her mouth, then closed it, giving me the impression she wasn’t going to tell me. I went to pester her again, but before I could speak, she blurted out: “I’ve watched all of your porn videos.”

  My eyebrows shot up, not expecting that. Not from her, anyway. She seemed so prudish and far too sweet… Hell! With my experience, nothing should surprise me, even Andriena’s confession, especially since the sweet ones were often the wildest in bed.

  She squeezed her eyes shut. “I’m sorry. You probably think I’m a pervert now, and you’re right, I am one. I’m as bad as Matteo.”

  I hooked my little finger around hers. “No, you’re not, so open your eyes.”

  She shook her head.

  “You shouldn’t be embarrassed. I watch porn and fuck all the time, so you watching me is no big deal.”

  “It is to me. I watched you have sex.” She blushed. “And when you were asleep, I was staring at your body.”

  I grinned. “Which is what I wanted.”

  She opened her eyes, her expression surprised. “Really?”

  I nodded, my grin gone in a second, a touch of guilt replacing it. “I was going to seduce you into freeing me.”

  She frowned. “It wouldn’t have worked.”

  “I think it would’ve. No matter how much you deny it, I can tell you want me. I was going to use that against you.”

  Her frown grew, her expression now hurt.

  “Come on,” I said, “don’t look at me like that.”

  “How can I not? You were going to use me.”

  “I was desperate. You wouldn’t free me and I don’t trust those bastardi to stick to their word.”

  “You were still going to use my feelings against me.”

  “Do you blame me?”

  She stared at me for a few moments, then shook her head.

  “So, you forgive me?”

  She shrugged.

  “That’s not an answer.”

  “It still hurts.” She dropped her gaze. “Plus, it’s embarrassing that you know I want you.”

  I placed my forehead against hers. “I really am sorry. I don’t want to hurt you in any way.”

  She remained still, not saying a word, although her breathing picked up, the rise and fall of her chest catching my attention. The front buttons of her blouse had popped open, giving me a cock raising view. I wanted to see more, to suck on her tits and roll her nipples around in my mouth. My cock twitched. I pulled back and looked into her eyes. She was now staring at me, a mixture of fear, lust, and uncertainty coloring her blue irises. My eyes lowered to her mouth. Her lips were parted, her breathing growing heavier.

  “I know you want me,” I said, looking back up. “But do you know I want you too?”

  Her eyes widened. “Truly?”

  I went to say yes, but before I could get it out, she launched herself onto me, her lips latching onto mine. Not breaking the kiss, she swung a leg over me, laying her body against mine. I groaned into the kiss, losing myself in it. After an indiscriminate amount of time, she pulled away from my lips and started kissing all over my face, murmuring, “I want you so bad.” Her mouth moved down to my neck, making me tip my head back. I groaned, my cock now throbbing for her.

  She pulled away. She was staring down at me, looking like she was having second thoughts.

  “Don’t stop,” I breathed out, grinding my cock against her.

  She gasped.

  “Please touch my cock,” I said.

  When she didn’t make a move, I lowered our hands and took a hold of my cock. Her eyes widened, her blush now creeping down her neck. Not taking my eyes off her, I started rubbing myself, moving my hands up and down my shaft. Her mouth dropped open.

  “Your mouth is enticing,” I breathed out. “I would love to see it wrapped around my cock.”

  Her eyes flicked up to mine, her expression shocked, which she shouldn’t be if she’d seen my porn videos. Plus, she’d initiated this.

  I continued to run my hands up and down my cock, knowing I shouldn’t be doing this with her, but unable to stop myself, the woman turning me on too much. I tipped my head back, feeling the pressure build below. A mouth latched onto my left nipple, making me jolt. I looked down my body, seeing Andriena playing with my nipple ring. She put it between her teeth and pulled on it, making me groan out loud.

  “Do that again,” I said.

  She moved her mouth to my other nipple ring and did the same, but harder, making me cry out.

  She let go, her expression concerned. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No, you almost made me come.”


  She smiled that sweet smile of hers, although it was at odds with what she’d just been doing.

  “I wish I could fuck you,” I said.

  Her smile dropped.

  “I’m sorry, that just came out.”

  “No need to apologize, I’ve dreamed of making love to you.” Smiling, she looked down at my cock. She dug her nails into my hands, making me let go of it.

  “Ahi!” I said, wincing.

  She grinned. “I thought you like pain.”

  “I wasn’t expecting it. Why’d you do it?”

  “So I can do this.” She angled her hands and took a hold of my cock.

  I inhaled sharply, her grip … her nails … She was rough, which was exactly how I liked it. I started to move my hips in rhythm with her stroking, loving every second of it.

  “Like my nails this time?” she asked.

  “Sì, sì...”

  She began pulling on my Prince Albert, causing me to writhe in ecstasy. She moved her hands to my balls, tugging on them, using her nails again.

  “Dio, that feels so good,” I breathed out. “Pull on them harder.”

  She did, making me arch my back, the feeling exquisite.

  “You look divine,” she said, letting go of my balls. She took a hold of my cock again, scrapping her nails across my sensitive flesh. I knew she was copying what the women did on my porn videos, which turned me on even more. She’d watched me having sex, probably wishing she was one of the women in my videos. I could imagine her touching herself as she watched me fuck the porn actresses, bringing herself to completion while thinking about me.

  She bent over and started kissing me. I shouted out as she pulled on my Prince Albert a bit too hard, the sudden pain making me come over my stomach and chest, even hitting my neck.

  “And to think I thought you were the nice one,” a raspy male voice said.

  Jolting, Andriena fell off me, yanking me onto my side, the rope joining us holding strong. I looked over my shoulder to see who the voice belonged to. Christo Donatelli was standing in the doorway, glaring at Andriena.

  “I wasn’t doing anything, Uncle,” Andriena said, her voice trembling.

  “That’s an outright lie and you know it.” Christo pushed away from the jamb and walked towards us. He looked sick, his face almost ashen. He was so thin, a ghost of his former self. Regardless, he still looked dangerous, his expression chilling. He stopped next to the bed. “I really did misjudge you, Andriena. I thought you were the weak one of the famiglia, a simpering little girl who hid in the shadows of your sisters. But you’re not. You’re more dangerous than Camila ever could be, because people underestimate you. Like I did. First you try to kill my brother, then you take sexual advantage of our prisoner.”

  “She didn’t take advantage of me, I wanted it,” I said.

  His eyes moved to me, a sneer following. “You’re downgrading, Alessandro. My niece isn’t good enough to lick your feet.”

  My body pulled tight. “Watch what you say about her!”

  “What are you going to do about it?” He pulled a knife out of his pants’ pocket and flicked it open. “Nothing. But I can do something to you.”

  Andriena scrambled onto me, covering my body with hers. “Leave him alone!”

  Christo grabbed her hair and yanked her head back, placing the knife to her neck.

  “Don’t!” I yelled, the bloodlust in Christo’s eyes terrifying me.

  Christo directed his glare at me. “She stabbed my twin,” he snarled, his blue eyes blazing. “She doesn’t deserve to live after that.”

  “She was defending me. Hurt me, not her.”

  “My brother’s in pain because of her, not you.”

  “You can’t hurt her, she’s your niece.”

  Christo moved the knife down her body, placing the point on her stomach. “I only care for two members in my famiglia: my brother and Matteo, which means, I don’t give a merda if she lives or dies.”

  “She’s your brother’s daughter, for Christ’s sake. What would he think if you killed her?”

  “He wouldn’t think anything, he’s dead.”

  “Did you care for him?”

  “Sì, I loved him. But he’s gone, like my oldest nephew, the only useful child he had.”

  “He wouldn’t want you to hurt Andriena. Two of his children have been murdered; don’t send another one to him.”

  Christo moved his other hand to Andriena’s throat, making her gasp. “He would be in Hell while this one would go to Heaven. She’s the only child of his who would.”

  “Then spare her if she’s good.”

  “I’d rather kill her.”

  “No, you wouldn’t, otherwise you would’ve done it already. You’re just mad at what she’s done, so find another way to punish her. You could even banish her from the island.”

  A slow smile spread across her face. “Actually, that’s not a bad idea, and I know the perfect place I could send her to.”

  “Where?”

  “A very opulent house far, far away from here.” He laughed, making me nervous.

  “Where?!”

  Christo shoved Andriena at me. “I’ll get her to send you a postcard.” Laughing, he turned and headed out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

  Andriena rolled off me, pulling me onto my side again. She was hyperventilating, her breathing far too fast.

  “Purse your lips and breathe through them slowly,” I said.

  She did; her breathing eventually calming down.

  “That’s good, sweetheart, you’re all right now,” I said, wishing my hands weren’t tied so I could hug her.

  She shook her head, looking like she was going to cry. “I’m scared.”

  “I know and for good reason. We need to get you out of here. Are you able to loosen the rope?”

  She wriggled her wrists. “It’s too tight.” Her lips started to quiver. “He’s going to send me somewhere really bad, isn’t he?”

  “Not if I can help it.” I went still, a solution coming to mind. “I’ll talk your uncle into sending you to my household. I’ll offer him money. My famiglia are very wealthy.”

  She shook her head. “He won’t accept it, he hates me; he wants me to suffer.”

  “He won’t turn down a couple million.”

  Her eyes widened. “You’d pay that much for me?”

  “That’s the normal price my father pays for slaves.”

  Her eyes almost popped out of her head. “You want to buy me?”

  “I wouldn’t be buying you; that’s just what I’d tell my famiglia if they asked. I was promised a pleasure slave for my birthday. I’ll just use the money on you, and when we get you to safety, you can leave or stay; whatever you want.”

  She smiled at me, then leaned forward. “Grazie mille,” she murmured against my lips.

  “You’re welcome,” I said, pulling back. “Now, the next time Christo comes in, let me do all the talking.”

  She nodded.

  “Bene. And don’t worry,” I added. “It’ll all work out.”

  3

  THIERRY

  I sat across from the Padre, who was fast asleep. He was lying on a spare bed in a doctor’s home, wearing an ordinary T-shirt and boxers, his injured leg wrapped in a bandage. The doctor had given him a sedative to make him sleep, since he’d been in quite a lot of pain from the stab wound.

  I didn’t understand why I’d reacted the way I had when he’d been attacked. He was the enemy, yet I’d thrown my body across his to protect him. I should’ve left his niece to kill him. He’d tormented my brother for years and from a young age. He’d also kidnapped me, basically turning me into a sex slave, the man’s sexual appetite enormous. He deserved to die for what he’d done and for what he would continue to do.

  Pushing out of my chair, I went to him, gently slipping his pillow out from under his head. He didn’t wake, not even a twitch. I raised the pillow over his face, knowing I could kill him without anyone findin
g out. The soldiers trusted me, probably because I’d risked my life for him. We also slept in the same bed, the Padre not bothering to cuff me. For some reason he also trusted me. He thought I was an angel, often telling me I was beautiful. And his expression when he looked at me … he truly cared for me. Not many people cared for me. Frano and Jagger did, but that was it, unless I counted my dead mother. Plus, they were family, so they were obliged to love me. Instead, I wanted someone who loved me for me, not because I was their cousin, brother, or son. I’d never had that before. All the men who had come to me when I was a prostitute hadn’t cared about me. They only wanted to feel good, not to make me feel good. But the Padre … he genuinely wanted me to enjoy being with him, and to my shame, I did. I liked his body. He was nothing but muscle, a big hulk of a man. His body truly excited me. I even liked his strange cock, because it brought me pleasure, not pain, unlike my customers and Alberto. Alberto had been so cruel. He’d never loosened me, just shoved his cock inside of me, ignoring my crying. The Padre in comparison usually warmed me up. He often kissed me while he did it, murmuring words of love and desire.

  I retracted the pillow, knowing I couldn’t kill him. Not only because I wasn’t a murderer, but because…

  I turned away from him, upset that I actually cared for the man. I barely knew him, but in the short time we’d been together, I’d started to grow attached to him. It wasn’t love, just an attraction … and a sick one, because he was an evil and crazy man. He often talked to the Devil as well as people who weren’t there. Though, if truth be told, it didn’t really bother me, because my mother had been like that, the drugs she took making her hallucinate. Instead, the only time I got scared with him was when he got jealous. He truly terrified me then, because his face turned nasty, his pale eyes so vicious. In those moments, I knew he was capable of beating me. He hadn’t done it yet, just spanked me. But at least the spanking wasn’t bad, since it turned me on.

  Dieu! I was sick.

  I turned back to him, my eyes going to his face. Why did he have such a nice looking face? An evil man shouldn’t look like him. He wasn’t picture perfect like Matteo or Frano. His features were a bit rough, plus he had wrinkles around his eyes as well as dark rings under them. It spoke of sleepless nights, the man an insomniac. But despite all of that, he was still handsome and his blue eyes drew me in, their pale color striking. It was what I had latched onto when we had sex for the first time—his looks. I’d also gone to bed with him willing myself to think of him as a client. But my clients had never treated my body like he had. The way he touched me, kissed me, entered me … it felt good. He actually cared how I felt during sex, often performing sexual acts on me that would bring me to completion. I could tell he was genuinely thrilled when I came under his touch. Maybe it was because the men he’d been with hadn’t reacted to him as I had. Jagger didn’t like his touch, nor did Matteo. But then again, Jagger wasn’t gay and Matteo hated the Padre’s personality. Matteo and the Padre were like fire and petrol, because when they came together, explosions always followed. I wished the Padre would just stay away from Matteo, because it was wrong the way he looked at his nephew with lust. I didn’t like it. I wanted him to only look at me that way.