My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 11 Consummation by Marita A. Hansen Read Free Book Online

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.
    “ Nothing yet, but he will if you
don’t give yourself up.”
    “ How do I do that? We’re under
house arrest.”
    “ There’s a passageway out
of here, which Jagger said you know about.”
    “ Where do I meet your
uncle?” I
asked, surprised she hadn’t escaped herself. But then again, she
did want Frano and Jagger. Maybe she was doing this to get rid of
me.
    “ Marco’s Mall,” she answered.
“My uncle said he threatened you in the restroom when you were
younger.”
    The memory prickled at the back
of my mind. “I don’t remember how to get there.”
    “ It’s a twenty minute drive from
here.” She continued talking, giving me the directions.
    “ If I go to him, he has
to return my
brother to the mental hospital without harm.”
    “ He said he would.”
    “ What guarantee do I have he’ll
stick to his word? And how do I even know this isn’t all bullshit? I need
proof he has my brother.”
    She removed a phone from her pocket and
dialed a number. “Christo,” she said, speaking into it.
“Your schiava wants to talk to you.”
    I clenched my hands at the word
for slave.
    She held the phone out for me to take.