My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 11 Consummation (6 page)

The soldier
grabbed my hips and pulled me
to him, making me jerk forward. He ran the tip of his knife down my
back, making me cry louder. I was a fighter, for Christ’s sake! Not
this weeping woman. But I was powerless to do anything, the man
holding all the power.

I placed my mouth on my arm, praying it
wasn’t going to hurt, his cock not right. It touched my pussy
again, the stretch unpleasant as he tried to push
inside.

“
Fuck, you’re tight.” He inched
in a bit more, making me cry out. “Keep quiet,
puttana
, unless you want me to shoot your
men.”

I bit into my arm, willing myself to be
silent.

“
There’s nothing better than
tight pussy,” he groaned.

A second later, he rammed all the way in,
making me scream into my arm, the sound muffled by it.

He
grunted as he fucked me, taking me
roughly. “You’re so wet, probably filled with Jagger’s cum.” He
pushed me down onto the bed, flattening my body with his. He
started thrusting inside of me again, the man not caring he was
hurting me. It felt like he was ramming his arm up me, his cock too
wide.

He placed his hands on
the
mattress
above my head, the glint of his knife capturing my attention. I
stared at the blade, wanting to stab him with it, but he kept a
grip on the handle.

After what felt like forever, he finally
stilled, groaning as he came. He remained on top of me for a while
longer, then pulled out and pushed away from me. I turned over,
aching below, my pussy stinging and throbbing from what he’d
done.

He looked down at it with a
grin. “I made you bleed,
puttana.
” He zipped up his pants. “Don’t worry, you’ll get
used to my cock, all the
puttane
do. They all cry at first, but eventually cry for
more. See you here tomorrow, same time.” A second later, he was out
the door.

I pushed up
and stiffly pulled on my
underwear, wincing at the touch of lace on my aching pussy. I
slipped on my dress next, then headed out of the room in a daze,
walking down the passage and into the dining room. The soldier was
back at his post, grinning at me. I ran past him, now desperate to
get to my room. Several seconds later, I was in my shower, trying
to scrub his lingering touch off me. My mind went to Andriena and
Jagger, wondering whether they had felt like this after they’d been
raped. I truly didn’t understand what they’d been through before
today; of how utterly helpless it had felt to be taken. The soldier
hadn’t just hurt me physically, he’d hurt my
mind—
much,
much more
.
The disgusting man had taken something from me that I thought I’d
lost a long time ago: my innocence.

I turned off the shower and grabbed a
towel, knowing I couldn’t let him rape me again. Without a doubt,
he had to be killed. My mind went to Jagger and what he would do if
I told him. Even though I knew Jagger didn’t like me, I also knew
he would attempt to kill the soldier. But I didn’t want him to,
because he would probably end up dead instead.

I threw the bloodstained towel
on the floor and went to my cabinet,
pulling on pants and a blouse. I then
grabbed the knife from the bedside cabinet and slipped it into a
pocket. I knew Frano would succeed in killing the soldier, but I
didn’t want to risk him either. Even after all the grief Frano had
caused me, I couldn’t handle it if he died.

My mind went to
Rita
, the
woman an incredible fighter. She definitely had the skills to kill
the guard, although she would more likely laugh at my dilemma than
help me.

I breathed out, knowing
it was up to me to
kill my rapist; I just didn’t know how to get away with it, because
there would definitely be consequences.

My
thoughts returned to Rita.

If she snuck out to get her brother right
after the soldier was killed, Frano would think...

I stood up, knowing exactly what I had
to do.

4

RITA

“
Lie down,”
Frano said.

I held up my
knife and fork.
“No, I’m eating,” I said, glancing at his pancakes. “And you should
too. You haven’t touched your breakfast.”

“
I will
very
soon.” Placing his tray on the bedside
cabinet, he pushed out of bed and grabbed my tray.

“
Hey! I
haven’t finished.”

He grinned. “I’m sure you’ll forgive me
soon.” He walked around the bed and put it on my bedside table,
then climbed over me. I smacked his lovely naked ass, getting a
growl in response.

“
Lie down,” he ordered, settling
in next to me.

“
Why?”

“
Because I want you to lie
down.”

“
Why?”

“
Once you do it, you’ll find
out.”

I stared at him
for a moment,
wondering what he was up to, the mischievous gleam in his eyes
making me hesitant. “I will,” I finally said, “as long as you
promise not to spank me.”

His grin widened. “I promise on
the
Omert
à
that I will not spank you—
for now.
I have something else planned. So, hurry
up or you’ll ruin my breakfast.”

I lay down,
curious at what he was going to
do.

“
Close your eyes,” he
said.

“
Why?”

“
Stop asking
why
and do it; or I
will
break my promise
and spank the
hell out of you
.”

“
Try it and I’ll return the
favor when you least expect it.” Smiling, I
closed my eyes, amused at his
“Ha!” It still surprised me that I could let my guard down for him.
He was a mob boss and I was an FBI agent, not two professions
conducive to getting along—
or falling in love
, which we had. We had a connection,
something no one was ever going to break again, because if they
tried—I would kill them.

I felt something drip
onto
my
naked breasts, making my eyes shoot open. Frano was dribbling
chocolate syrup over my body, pooling some around my
pussy.

He looked up at me. “Close your
eyes.”

“
Hell, no! I want to watch
this.”

“
Va bene
,” he said with a smile, telling
me
okay.
He swapped the chocolate syrup for the whipped cream,
spooning some onto my breasts and pussy. Once finished, he put it
away, then picked up a strawberry and climbed in between my legs.
He leaned over me and ran the strawberry down my body, dipping it
into the cream covering my pussy. Watching me, he licked the cream
off the strawberry, then bit into it, making me shudder, the man an
erotic masterpiece. With a smile, he dipped the half-eaten
strawberry into the cream again, finishing it off with a smack of
his lips.

“
God, Frano, you look sexy
as hell.”

“
And you look good enough to
eat.” He leaned over me and sucked one of my breasts into his
mouth, making me moan. After several seconds, he let go and gave it
a few laps of his tongue, then moved onto the next one. I placed a
hand on his head, groaning at what he was doing. The way he was
rolling my nipple around in his mouth was excruciatingly good, the
man certainly talented.

He let go again, then ran his tongue down
my stomach, licking up the syrup. He stopped at my pussy, his
tongue going into overdrive, flicking my clit like it was his own
personal lollipop.

“
God, Frano!”

His tongue dipped between my folds,
consuming every last drop of syrup and cream. Once he was finished,
he climbed on top of me, straddling my stomach. “Now it’s your turn
to eat me.” He scooped some cream onto his hard cock and shuffled
forward, positioning it in front of my mouth.

“
No syrup?” I asked,
unable to stop from grinning.

He grabbed the bottle and drizzled
some onto the cream, giving me an expectant look once he was
done.

“
Sex and chocolate, I couldn’t
ask for much more.” I opened wide, definitely wanting what he had
to offer. His cock slid into my mouth, the taste of chocolate and
cream so fucking good. I swallowed it around his cock, making him
groan and kick back his head. I continued to suck on him hungrily,
eager for my man’s delicious sounds as well as his tasty
cock.

He started pumping my mouth,
pushing his cock
to the back of my throat. “
Dio mio
,” he groaned. “I’m going to come.” He
went to pull out, but I grabbed his ass, making him gasp, his cock
going off inside my mouth. I swallowed his cum, my man still
tasting good.

After he was done, he flopped onto the
bed, breathing heavily by my side.

I pushed up onto an elbow. “Not going to
finish me off?” I asked, smiling down at him.

Something passed over his eyes, then
before I knew what was happening; he shoved me onto my back and
kissed me hard.

He jerked his head away from me. “Cock
breath,” he muttered.

I laughed.

He moved down my body
and started licking
my pussy again, then pushed his face into it, his tongue, his
teeth, his everything, taking me higher and higher, making me
groan, pant, claw at the mattress, clench at the sheets, the
pressure below building, moving up my body—

I yelled out, coming
hard against his
face. Someone started knocking on the bedroom door, but I ignored
it, more concerned with the orgasm.

The person continued knocking. Frano
pulled away from me, snapping at them to go away.

The knocking stopped. “I need to talk to
Rita,” Camila replied back, “it’s important.”

Muttering curses, he
pushed off the bed.
“Stay,” he said, covering me with a sheet. “I’ll get rid of
the
troia
.” He headed for the door in all his naked glory, his bare
ass making me smile lazily. Even Camila couldn’t ruin my mood,
Frano taking me to cloud nine yet again.

He opened the door a fraction and looked
around the corner. “What do you want, Camila?”

“
I need to talk to
Rita
.” She
forced her way through the opening, stopping as her eyes fell on
his naked body.

“
Get the fuck out of my room!”
he
yelled.

Her eyes snapped up to his
face
.
“
Mi
dispiace
,
but this is urgent.”

“
What’s so fucking urgent
that you come barging into my room while I’m fucking?”

She swallowed, looking surprisingly
rattled. Her eyes moved to me, something in them different. I
couldn’t put my finger on it, but—

My eyes went to her neck, seeing fresh
bruising. I pushed out of bed, wrapping a sheet around me. “What
happened?”

“
I need you to help calm Honey
down, she’s gone hysterical. She keeps asking for you.”

I frowned. “
I’ll deal with Honey after you
tell me who did that to your neck.”

She raised a hand to it. “This is nothing,
just sexual foreplay with Jagger.”

“
Then why do you look upset? And
don’t say it’s Honey, because you don’t give a fuck about
her.”

Anger flashed across her eyes. “My sister
was murdered! How do you expect me to act? Like I’m fucking
happy?”

“
Okay,
I’m sorry, just calm
down.”

She breathed out, although she looked like
she was about to burst into tears.

“
Just give me a minute to put
some clothes on,” I said, feeling a strange sense of guilt.
Although I hated her, seeing her grieve didn’t give me
joy.

Frano slipped back into bed as I got
dressed, muttering that Honey was more trouble than she was worth.
Once I had a shirt and jeans on, I gave him a kiss, then headed out
of the room with Camila.

Camila pushed passed me,
entering her own
room instead of Honey’s. I stopped for a moment, wondering what she
was up to, then kicked into gear, curiosity getting the better of
me. I stepped inside her room, closing the door behind me. Camila
was sitting on her bed, with her head hanging down.

“
Why do you really want to speak
to me?” I asked, knowing it had nothing to do with
Honey.

She looked up. “My
u
ncle
Christo phoned me this morning. He has your brother.”

I went stiff. “What?”

“
I’m sorry.” She wiped her eyes,
genuinely looking upset, making me terrified that Christo had
killed Lucan.

“
What has he done to him?” I
said, barely able to form the words.