My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 11 Consummation (4 page)

“
I’m leaving
the house,” I said, “and I
don’t want you here when I go.”

“
Too late, I already know where
the passageway out of here is.”

“
Then tell me,” I replied, not
believing her.

“
In this room,
obvio
usly,
and I’ll find it once I search it. My home is full of hidden
doorways. It was just a pity my
famiglia
were unprepared when Frano stormed the
house, otherwise we would’ve used them.” She looked over at the
mirror, then at the wardrobe. “My guess is the wardrobe.” She
turned around and knelt on the bed, giving me a fantastic view of
her ass. She looked over her shoulder at me. “But, I’d rather you
stay with me, so here’s an incentive. Fuck whichever hole you
want.”

Unable to hold back anymore, I
rushed over, desperate to get inside of her
. I undid my belt and shunted down my
pants. My cock sprung forth, fully hard and now hurting, the
cock-tease knowing how to play it.

“
You want me to service
you, I’ll fucking service you,” I said.

I
shoved my cock inside her pussy,
unable to wait long enough to prepare her other hole. I wanted wet
and warm, not tight and dry. I grabbed her hips roughly, knowing I
was bruising her, her cry confirming it. I was going to give her
more than she could handle, so she would think twice about coming
onto me again.

I started fucking her hard,
slamming into her body, being rougher than normal. She cried out
again, moving her body forward, probably trying to lessen the
impact. But I was having none of that. I grabbed her hair and
yanked her head back, tethering her to me. “Is this what you want,
my cock taking control of you?” I slammed into her again, pulling
out a scream. “Or do you want to fuck me with your orders,
troia
?”

“
Jagger! Oh,
Dio!
Please—”

I yanked her head back more.
“Please
,
what?” I asked.

She didn’t answer, her eyes glazing over,
the ecstasy on her face surprising me. She was getting off on what
I was doing. Most women didn’t like it when I was rough, always
screaming it hurt, but Camila...

Smiling, I let go of her hair and grabbed
onto her nipples, squeezing them hard. She screamed so loud I was
sure Frano would hear her on the other side of the house. I ran my
hands over her nipples, smoothing out the sting, then moved my
right hand to her throat. I leaned over her, plastering my clothed
body against her naked one. “Do you like me being rough?” I
whispered into her ear.

“
S
í
.”

My eyes blurred for a second. I
blinked, then went still,
surprised to see dark auburn hair instead of
black. I blinked again, Camila’s hair black once more.

“Fuck me hard,” she panted
out.

I continued to stare at her
hair, then shook my head, knowing I
must have imagined the reddish-brown
color. It was lack of sleep, nothing more. “Just remember, you
asked for it,” I said, pushing
her onto her stomach. I started pounding
her pussy, enjoying her screams of ecstasy, the woman making me
feverish. My eyes blurred again, but I didn’t stop, the pleasure
now overriding everything else.

She looked over her shoulder at
me, her blue eyes making me think of the
Padre
, his eyes so similar to hers. I didn’t
know how I could face him again; I didn’t want to. I wanted to fuck
this Donatelli, rather than to get fucked by her uncle.

I slammed my cock inside of Camila,
reaffirming who I wanted to be with. She screamed again, sending my
mind elsewhere. I’d made many women scream, but only one had
affected me badly, making me feel evil. No, she wasn’t a woman, she
was a girl, and her screams weren’t of ecstasy. Sophia had screamed
and screamed for me to stop fucking her, but I hadn’t, my mind not
my own—like now. I knew something was wrong, but again, I didn’t
want to stop, both my mind and body working against me, spurring me
on.

The present started
merging with the
past—or what could’ve happened all those years ago. I was never
sure what had gone down between Sophia and me, since my memories
constantly changed. But right now, I could see myself on top of
her, fucking her from behind. She was lying on a dirt floor,
something strange in itself, because I couldn’t imagine choosing
such a place to have taken her. She was crying for me to stop, but
I didn’t. Did it happen or did I imagine it, because Rita didn’t
remember?

I looked down at
Sophia’
s
bare ass, my cock going in and out of her pussy. I pulled out and
flipped her over, wanting to see her face, to show her who she
belonged to. I grabbed her legs and pulled her closer, pushing my
cock back inside of her. She stared up at me with tears in her
eyes. She continued to beg me to stop, her expression finally
getting to me, filling me with guilt. I had wanted her, but not
like this, never like this.

I
pulled out of her, crying out as a
strap came down across my back.

“
Fuck her,” a deep voice
said, “or I’ll punish you both.”

I couldn’t see the man
wh
o’d
whipped me, but I knew he would follow through on his threat. I
pushed my cock back inside of her. “I’m sorry,” I said, “I’m
sorry.” I kept pumping her even though I was softening, what I was
doing turning me off, not on.

A
voice behind me ordered me to destroy
her pussy, to take her hard, the man laughing. Now completely soft,
I pretended to do what he wanted, too scared to anger him, my back
in pain from what he’d done.

A yell came out of nowhere, someone else’s
voice shouting at me to stop, their tone filled with horror. I was
yanked away from Sophia, the person holding me so much bigger. A
blow struck me across the back of my head, knocking me to the
floor, my body just as naked as Sophia’s. She screamed, the sound
chilling me to the bone. I looked up, seeing Christo grab her, his
muscular body dwarfing hers. I scrambled to my feet, wanting to
save her. No matter what she’d done to me in the past, I still
cared for her.

Someone grabbed me from behind, holding me
tight as Christo shoved his cock inside of Sophia, her agonized cry
tearing me apart. I yelled and screamed, begging for him to stop as
I struggled against—

I looked up at the
Padre
,
his vicious face drying up my words. He shoved me to the
dirt floor and lifted his robes, showing me his hard cock. “You
don’t fuck,
Gabriel
, you get fucked.” He descended upon me, making me scream,
my voice merging in with Sophia’s.

3

Camila

Only moments ago
Jagger had been
fucking me passionately, making me scream in ecstasy. But now he
was flailing about on the floor, hitting out at thin air, begging
for the
Padre
to stop.

I moved across the floor
and
grabbed
his arms. “The
Padre
’s not here,” I said.

He shot away from me. I
followed
him, knowing I needed to make him realize what he was
seeing wasn’t real. He pushed himself into a corner, his terrified
face breaking my heart. I didn’t know why the man affected me like
this. I didn’t give a
merda
about anything, other than what I wanted. But
right now, all I cared about was making
him
feel better, my needs no longer
important.

I approached him slowly, talking to him in
a reassuring voice. He stared at me, appearing confused, maybe
finally seeing me. As I neared him, he covered his head with his
arms. I pulled them down and wrapped my arms around him, wanting to
give him comfort. To my relief he didn’t push me away, though his
body was stiff, fear still coursing through him.

“
Please d
on’t fuck me,” he
said.

His voice sounded young;
reminding me he was only twenty-three—six years younger than me. It
made me want to protect him, something I’d never felt for anyone
other than
famiglia
.

“
His brother
made me do it,” he added. “I
didn’t want to, but I had to or he would’ve hurt her
more.”

“
Who are you talking about?” I
asked.

He started babbling, his words
not making sense—other than the name
Christo
. What the hell had my uncle done to him?
I thought only the
Padre
had fucked him up.

I kissed his forehead, again murmuring
soothing words until he relaxed in my arms. Once he was quiet, I
let go of him and cupped his face, forcing him to look at me. “What
did Christo do to you?”

He stared back, giving me the impression
he was trying to work out whether I was real or not.

“
Jagger,” I said, this time
making my voice stern. “What did my uncle do?”

“
He made me fuck Sophia ... I
think ... possibly.
Merda
, I’m not sure.” He put his hands to his head. “I thought
I’d killed her, but I couldn’t have, because she’d screamed when
Christo took her. He fucked her too, I think. I’m so fucking
confused; I don’t know what’s real and what’s not
anymore.”

“
The
Padre
told me he caught you raping Sophia. He
pulled you off her, said she looked dead, but he didn’t mention
Christo being there, plus Christo said he didn’t know about you
hurting Sophia.”

Jagger dropped his gaze, appearing
ashamed.

“
Look at me,” I
said.

He raised his gaze,
th
ose golden
eyes of his haunted.

“
It happened, it’s done, it’s
over,” I added. “You need to move on.”

He shook his head. “I can’t,
the
Padre
won’t allow me to move on; Sophia won’t either. I hurt her,
like he hurt me. I told her she deserved it, but she didn’t. I knew
how it felt, yet I did it to her. It made me want to kill myself,
but I still hurt her.”

“
Do you know this for sure?
Because
you
said you weren’t certain.”

He breathed out. “I’m not certain of
anything, plus Rita didn’t remember.”

“
Then maybe it never
happened, so stop tormenting yourself.”

“
I can’t
help it. The memories, or
whatever they are, keep playing over and over in my head. I think
I’m losing my mind.” He started rubbing his eyes, being too
rough.

I yanked his hands down.
“What drugs did you
take?”

“
I didn’t take
anything.”

“
It doesn’t look like it. Was it
acid?”

“
No.”
He pulled his hands free and looked
past me, his eyes scanning the room.

I grabbed his face.
“
We’re the
only ones here, so answer my question honestly. What drugs did you
take?”

“
I told you, I took nothing.” He
squeezed his eyes shut. “I’m just losing my mind.”

“
Did you take drugs all
those years ago?”

He opened his eyes. “When?”

“
When you said you
attacked Sophia.”

“
Only
antidepressants. The
Padre
used to force them
down my throat. I hated them, they made me hallucinate.”

“
One of my sisters used
antidepressants and they never made her hallucinate. Maybe
the
bastardo
gave you something else, and if he did, maybe what you
thought you did was all a dream.”

“
It felt real.”

“
Dreams can feel real,
especially if you’ve been drugged, so forget about the
Padre
and
Sophia.”

“
I can’t
with Sophia, Rita, or whatever
her name is, being here. I don’t want to see her anymore, I want
her gone; I want her out of my life for good—like the
Padre
.”

“
I can make that
happen.”

“
How?”

“
I’ll tell her where the passage
out of here is.”

“
She won’t leave
Frano.”

“
She will if she finds out
my uncles have her brother.”

Jagger went rigid. “What?”

“
I got a call
earlier. Matteo
took her brother from the mental hospital.”

He started shaking his
head
, his
eyes filled with panic. “No, they’ll hurt Lucan, he’s like a
child.”

“
They won’t
, as long as Rita goes to them.
They’re only holding him to get to her. They’ll return him to the
hospital once she gives herself up. Christo told me and his word is
law. So, all I have to do is tell her about what’s happened and to
direct her to the passage.”