My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 11 Consummation Read Online Free PDF Page B

to mine. “So, the next time
you decide to help me remember what I did to the Padre ’s cock. You may not have one to cut off, but you
have two fine-looking tits that I’m sure you’d much rather keep.”
He shoved me aside and unlocked the door, disappearing out of the
room.
    I blinked, horrified by his words, and
even more horrified that I believed the threat. A loud voice down
the passage snapped me out of my dumbfounded state. It sounded like
Jagger was telling someone off. I grabbed my clothes and quickly
pulled them on, now wanting to be with my sister and niece, Jagger
having rattled me. I knew I’d pushed him too far, but he also
needed to learn that I wasn’t my uncle. I wanted what was best for
the both of us, not just for me, because I really did like Jagger,
more than I cared to admit.
    I left the gym, heading into the dining
room. The scarred soldier turned my way, making me stiffen. He
always gave me a friendly smile, but right now he looked furious,
no doubt over Jagger telling him off. I wondered what he’d done to
anger Jagger, if he’d done anything at all, because Jagger really
was a ticking time bomb.
    “ Signorina ,” the soldier said, his voice
gravelly. “A word of advice: if you value your life, don’t walk
around here on your own.”
    I stopped in front of him, not
appreciating his words. “No one’s allowed to hurt me; I’m pregnant
with Frano’s baby.”
    He scowled. “More like Jagger’s. Does
Frano know you’re fucking his cousin?”
    I stiffened
further .
“I’m not fucking Jagger.”
    “ With the way you were screaming
in the gym, it sure as hell sounded like Jagger was shoving his
cock up your figa. ”
    “ He wasn’ t fucking me, he was
threatening me. He’s completely crazy.”
    “ I know exactly what he was
doing, so don’t try to play me or my boss for fools.”
    “ Honestly, he was threatening
me.” I touched my throat. “He almost choked me. Look at my neck.” I
dropped my hand for him, hoping that Jagger had left marks on
me.
    The man ran his fingers over my throat,
making me step back. “You shouldn’t follow him into rooms
then.”
    “ I won’t after today.”
    He looked over his shoulder, then back at
me. “How about you follow me into a room instead?” He smiled. “I
promise I won’t leave any marks.”
    “ No. ” I went to move around him, but he
mirrored me. “Move out of my way!” I snapped.
    He stepped in closer, making me
take another step back. “Don’t be afraid,” he said. “I won’t hurt you.
I’ve been good to you, haven’t I?”
    I nodded, hoping someone would walk
in, the man now scaring me.
    “ That’s because I like
you . ”
He took a step away from me, giving me space. “You’re a
beautiful donna .”
    “ Grazie ,” I replied, relieved he was backing
off.
    “ You’re very welcome.” He patted
his crotch. “Though, I’m sure you’d like this if you tried it.
Your figa won’t want another cock after being filled by
mine.”
    I remained quiet, knowing I
couldn’t answer without biting his head off. The man obviously
didn’t know proper etiquette, what he’d said incredibly insulting.
Regardless of being under house arrest, I deserved to be treated
with respect, not leered at like a common puttana . He was a lowly soldier, the bottom rung
of the mafia hierarchy. He shouldn’t even be talking to me, let
alone making lewd passes. I was so far out of his league we weren’t
even in the same hemisphere. And regardless of position, he was
unpleasant to look at. Although he had a nice body, his face was
too harsh, the scar across it making it even harsher. I liked
beautiful men, not brutes.
    He waved his hand in the air. “But
since you’re obviously not interested, I’ve got a different
proposition for you. Prior to becoming a soldier, I was a personal
trainer. So, if you would like, I can run through a brief workout
with you. It won’t take long, just to get you started.”
    “ I’m not dressed for