My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 1 Read Online Free PDF

do.”
    “ I could help you by
taking charge of this one—”
    “ No! She’s mine to
train.”
    His fingers squeezed my nipple again,
making me gasp. “This one just came for me as I sucked on her
breasts and finger fucked her.”
    The sound of footsteps approached the bed.
“Get your hands off her!” Jagger yelled.
    The man squeezed my breast harder,
causing me to cry out. “She sounds so good when she comes. I’m sure
I can teach her better than you.”
    “ Get. Off. Her!”
    The man removed his hand from
my breast, the bed going up as he got to his feet. “You forget,
little cousin, that I am not as forgiving as my father, so watch
what you say to me, because I may decide to send you back to the
Donatelli . ”
    “ But you know what they
will do to me,” Jagger said, his tone now scared.
    “ Then don’t overstep the
boundaries. And, Jagger, I need this slave ready to be shipped out
in four weeks.”
    “ That’s too soon; I need
at least six weeks to train her.”
    “ She fits what the Black
Russian wants, and what he wants he gets with a cherry on
top.”
    “ You can’t send a woman to
him without adequate preparation, she won’t last a day with that
freak.”
    “ That’s not my concern,
it’s yours. And by the way, I am very pleased you finally brought
me a brunette. When I heard, I had to come see with my own eyes,
and I must say: she is quite stunning. I want more like her. Our
clients have diverse tastes, which need to be catered for with more
than just blondes.”
    “ Mario brings in the other
kinds of women, not me.”
    “ This is a job, Jagger,
not a reflection on who you want to fuck. You check the orders and
bring me what is needed. Now, although I do enjoy our little
conversations I have real work to do. Unlike you, I can’t wile my
time away on pleasure.”
    “ It’s work!”
    “ If you say
so.”
    “ Fanculo, Frano !” Jagger swore.
    The man laughed, then a door closed,
my heart now frozen in shock at the name that Jagger had
yelled.
    Frano.
    The head of the D’Angelo
family.
    And my husband’s murderer.
     

 
     
     
     
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    A sob broke free from my chest
as though my heart was trying to dispel my grief and the betrayal
I’d committed. I’d allowed my husband’s killer to bring me to
orgasm, to touch me in ways that I only ever wanted Matt to do. I hated Frano
with all my soul. I had vowed to kill him, had imagined doing it in
so many ways: by bullet, by knife, by fire—yet the first time I
came in contact with him, my mind had taken comfort in his soft
voice, then I had come under his hand. But I hadn’t known it was
him, he was supposed to be in New York. Still, how could I not have
known? Alberto had backed down to him, and only one person could
make the second in command do that: Frano—the D’Angelo
don.
    “ What did he do to you?”
Jagger asked.
    “ He ... he washed me,” I
sobbed.
    The bed went down. “And?”
    “ Touched me. I didn’t want it, I
didn’t want it!” I yelled, angry at Jagger for not being here. I
wouldn’t have wanted it from him either, but anyone was better than
Frano, better than this guilt and revulsion now drowning
me.
    Jagger slapped me hard, making me cry
out. “You are not to let him touch you again,” he
snapped.
    “ I didn’t let him!” I
yelled, wanting him to hit me again, needing the external pain
rather than the emotional storm that was screwing with my
head.
    “ I don’t care! I am your master,
not that bastardo. ”
    “ No one’s my master!” Another
slap stung my cheek, cutting off all the other words I wanted to
scream out, all the rage that had built up inside of me since I’d
learned of my husband’s death.
    “ You are not to yell,” Jagger
said, “you are not to fight me, or you will be punished. Capito ?”
    “ No!” I shouted, wishing
he would knock me out. I could get hit harder than what he was
doing. I’d been knocked to the floor by bigger men in black belts.
These slaps were nothing! Only a