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

content.”
    I clenched my hand.
    “ I’m daring
you.”
    “ You go first.”
    “ Why is there a
need ? I’ve
fucked you, forced myself on you, that’s enough for you to strike
me without any more provocation. Or maybe you do need extra
provocation since you’re now part of the rapists’ club.”
    “ Rapists’ club?” I spat.
“ What sort
of sick joke is that?”
    “ You raped me with your
fingers.”
    “ It wasn’t
rape .”
    “ It was. I didn’t want it, yet
you still penetrated me.”
    “ I was making
yo u
understand what you did to me.”
    “ Exactly, by raping
me. ”
    “ You didn’t fight me as
much as you tried to fight the priest.”
    He held his wrists out, the angry red
marks around them telling a different story. “I got this before he
came into the room, maybe not as deep, but I still struggled,
telling you to stop, yet you penetrated me regardless. I could see
you enjoyed it, like I enjoyed taking you. You are more like me
than you care to think, Rita.”
    “ I’ m nothing like you,” I said, now
disturbed.
    “ My wrists say you are.
Now, try to top that.”
    “ You’re a slave trader, you hurt
women, you rape them.”
    “ I may be a slave trader,
but you are the first one I’ve forced myself onto.”
    “ I don’t believe
you.”
    “ I don’t care if you do or
don’t, it’s the truth. You’re the first slave I’ve even bothered to
see in a long time. I’m not a trainer, yet I wanted to train you,
still do.”
    “ Why? ”
    “ You’re fascinating. You look
like an old flame. You have fire. You’re not weak like those other
bitches.”
    “ Don’t call them
bitches!”
    “ Bitches are weak, they
are slaves to others. I may call you one, but you’re not. You’re my
woman now.”
    “ I am not your
woman!”
     
    “ Tell that to the Donatelli and
also tell them you’re not related to the Salvi, then see what they
do.” He smiled. “I dare you.”
    “ You’ re an arrogant ass,” I said, now
hating that damn ‘dare’ word he loved to use.
    “ And according to you a nice
firm one that you love to touch. Did you enjoy penetrating me, did
it excite you?”
    “ Stop saying
that !”
    “ Then answer me.”
    “ No.”
    “ No, as in you didn’t enjoy it
or you’re not going to answer me?”
    “ I didn’t enjoy it.”
    “ Liar. And
you ’ve
obviously done it for men before, because you knew exactly what to
do. Do you have cock envy?”
    “ No!”
    “ Well, you rut against me like
you think you have a cock between your legs.”
    “ I do not!”
    “ You can deny it all you want,
but I know it’s true.” He licked his upper lip slowly. “By the way,
how does my cum taste?”
    “ Why ask me when you already know?” I
wiped his cheek, making him jerk back. “Next time get it all in
your mouth, it’ll be less messy.”
    His expression darkened. “I’ll remember
that the next time you rape me.”
    “ I did not rape you!” I spun
around and stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind
me. I yelled, just yelled, the man driving me crazy, because I
didn’t understand why I wanted to fuck someone I hated. I started
swearing in Italian, letting all my anger out in ways that English
didn’t allow.
    “ What is
happening? !”
someone shouted from the bedroom, the man’s voice resembling a
megaphone.
    I opened the door, finding the old don
and his two sons standing in front of Frano. Don Donatelli’s eyes
moved from Frano to me, then to his eldest son. “Why is Frano naked
and that woman swearing like a crazy puttana ?”
    “ She must be angry with her
lover,” Lucky said, looking amused. “Apparently this is Sophia
Salvi.”
    “ She is not,” the don said,
“that girl is dead, my crazy brother killed her.”
    “ I didn’t say she was Sophia,” Frano
said. “Her name is Rita Salvi.”
    “ A male scream came from the
next r oom,
making Frano’s head snap around. He looked back at the don, his
expression now deadly serious. “Let