My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 3 by Marita A. Hansen Read Free Book Online

by God’s law—”
    “— and what my father tells you,
and he said you were not to touch Frano. You broke a direct order, and paid
the consequences at the hands of a woman.” Lucky smiled, looking
amused. “One of Eve’s daughters whipped your unholy
ass.”
    The priest’s face darkened, then he turned
and limped out of the room, his nephew’s laughter following him.
His other nephew trailed after him, trying to assist the
psycho.
    Lucky looked back at Frano. “You are
fortunate your woman can whip a priest’s ass or we all know what
would’ve happened to your ass.” He laughed, then turned and headed
for the door, locking them in by themselves again.
    Frano turned to me. “ Grazie ,” he said, “ Grazie mille. You could’ve left me to that
monster, but you didn’t. I am in your debt now.”
    “ I didn’t do it for
you, ” I
snapped, now angry at myself for saving him. I started talking in
Italian, telling him he didn’t deserve my help, spewing out all the
wrongs he had done: to me, to Matt, to the other
women...
    His eyes went wide. “You speak Italian
like it’s your first language.”
    “ I had Italian foster parents,”
I said, cutting my rant short.
    “ No, you speak like the people
from this island. Are you lying to me? Because right now I’m
thinking you are a Salvi.”
    “ I’m not. ”
    “ But you look too much like
them, even the red hair I shaved off your pussy resembles their
coloring. Everything about you speaks of the Salvi.”
    “ Who are they? They are not on
the file I was given.”
    “ They’ re from a neighboring island. They
used to live on this one, but left after their daughter was
drowned. They have only returned twice, and both times people have
died. It was them who killed Jagger’s parents over a business
disagreement. And when they found out Jagger was secretly seeing
their daughter they ordered the Donatelli to kill him for them, but
they didn’t realize how close the Padre was to Jagger. Instead, their daughter was
the one murdered. The Padre did it, which is why he hates you. You look too
much like her, just older.”
    Noise came from outside our cell. I
moved down to Frano’s feet and started untying them, wanting him to
help me again when they returned for me, because he’d just stalled
them with his story, nothing more. Once his feet were untied, I
moved up to the headboard and started untying his hands. He made a
sound, making me look down at him. The man was staring up at my
breasts, his mouth open as though he wanted to suck on
them.
    Frowning, I resumed untying him, then
jumped off the bed before he could do anything to me. He lowered
his arms and started rubbing his wrists. The skin was red and
bleeding in areas, much worse than what mine looked like. He pushed
to a sitting position and checked the redness around his ankles,
his somber expression, his nudity ... I was looking at a man, not
the monster I’d made him into. My jaw clenched. But I still hated
what he was, what he had done. I couldn’t move on from that,
especially not after what had happened to Matt.
    “ I should’ve let the psycho
priest fuck you,” I said, boring holes into him.
    He stopped rubbing his ankles and looked
up at me. “You should’ve, but I’m grateful you didn’t.”
    “ I don’t want your
gratitude.”
    “ I know, but you still
have it.”
    I walked up to him, and
slapped him
across the face. He winced, but didn’t tell me off or raise his
hand in retaliation. Not wanting his gratitude, I went to hit him
again. He grabbed my wrist and jerked me onto him. I yelled out as
he wrapped his arms around me and rolled me onto the bed,
blanketing my body with his. He started kissing me hard on the
lips, ravishing them, no other word fitting what he was doing. Then
he pushed his tongue inside my mouth, thanking me with his passion,
his cock growing hard against my leg. I remained still, knowing I
should hit him, should hurt him, but preferring to fuck him
instead, but