My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 10 Stalked Read Online Free PDF

them.” He tightened his grip on my
wrists, making me scream into his hand. He smiled and lowered his
beautiful face to mine, his expression almost evil. “But you,
Camila, would taste so fucking bitter I wouldn’t feel any guilt
whatsoever.”
    I continued to jerk against his
naked body, but he was too strong
.
    “ Don’t fight me. It’s my turn to give and for a Donatelli to
receive.” He let go of my wrists and picked me up with one arm, the
man stronger than he appeared. I struggled against him as he
carried me to his bed, but I couldn’t get free. He laid me down on
the mattress and let go of my mouth. The next thing I knew, his
lips were on mine. I jerked my head to the side, but he moved with
me, still kissing me. After a minute, he finally pulled away. I
went to scream but got the ball gag jammed into my mouth. I tried
to spit it out, but he grabbed the straps and tied them behind my
head. I hit out at him, the man barely reacting to my swipes. He
finally let go of me and grabbed me around the waist, hoisting me
further up the bed. I kicked out at him, but he jammed his lower
leg across mine. He attached a cuff to one of my wrists, while I
scratched and clawed at his arm with my other hand. Again, he
ignored me, although I was scratching hard, the lines on his arms
bleeding. I stopped attacking him and pushed the ball out of my
mouth and screamed. He grabbed the ball and stuffed it back in,
then cuffed my free wrist, securing it to the bedrail.
    He got
off me and tied my feet to the bottom of the bed, spreading my legs
wide. Once he was done, he picked the knife up off the floor. My
eyes popped as he lowered it to my chest. I was dead; he was going
to kill me.
    I
screamed into the ball gag, making him smile. He placed the knife
against my blouse, and started shredding my clothes, ripping them
off until I was down to my lingerie. He cut the bra up the middle
and pulled it off too, muttering that I had beautiful breasts. My
panties went next, leaving me naked and completely
helpless.
    Even though I knew it would do no good, I struggled against
the cuffs and continued to scream into the ball gag. He started
stroking his cock, the bastardo hard for me. He climbed between my legs, my mind
in disbelief that this was happening.
    He
lowered himself onto me, his face within inches of mine. I could
feel his hard cock pressing against my crotch and stomach, rubbing
against my body.
    “ I couldn’t fuck your niece in the
end,” he said, “her eyes were too innocent looking. It made me
soft, but yours are filled with evil. Maybe I’m only attracted to
bad women, which was why I wanted that lying troia with Frano.” He angled his
lips, looking like he was going to kiss my eye. I closed my eyes,
feeling his lips brush against my eyelid. I reopened them when his
lips pulled away.
    “
It’s
hard to
believe that such beautiful blue eyes could be so evil?” he said.
“But they are. All of you Donatelli are blue-eyed devils. I looked
at stunning pale-blue eyes for six years
as the man who they belonged to raped and
abused me until I cut his cock off. If I had known it would’ve been
sewn back on, I would’ve stabbed his evil heart
instead.”
    “ Then hurt him, not me!” I yelled into the ball.
    “ I can’t understand you,” he said,
continuing to rub his body against mine. “I don’t understand
anything, other than I need release: from my mind, from this
world.” Pain filled his eyes. “Your uncle made me like this. He
made me lose my mind. I thought I still had it, then my cousin
shattered the last pieces. I’m crazy now, and nothing can save
me.”
    He
pushed himself down my body. I cried out as his mouth clamped onto
my pussy, what he was doing shocking me to my core. He was Frano’s
cousin, the man who always sneered at me when he saw me, someone
who’d never showed even an iota of interest in me, yet here he was
licking me below: something a lover would do, not a
rapist.
    He
zeroed in on my clit,