My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 12 "Confrontation" Read Online Free PDF

with
unshed tears.
    “Say it.”
    “I forgive you, Master.”
    Smiling, I kissed his forehead.
“You’re such a good boy, and I should never have blamed you. It’s Matteo’s
fault for tempting you. Has he touched you since that day on the hill?”
    Thierry bit his lip.
    “Tell me, Thierry, so I can learn
to trust you more.”
    He nodded. “Whenever he walks past
he runs his hand over my...” He blushed, not needing to say the word. “That’s
the reason why you find me looking at him when he passes by. I’m terrified I’ll
get punished for what he does to me.”
    I brushed his hair back again, his
French accent always giving me chills. I loved it, like I loved the boy. “I will
never punish you for his actions, and I will make sure he stops.”
    “ Merci ,” he responded
softly.
    I smiled again, the boy’s
politeness and compliance making me happy. I kissed his forehead, then pushed
off the bed. “I’ll go tell him now.” I walked over to my robe and pulled it on
over my bandaged ribs, then headed out of the bedroom, closing the door behind
me. My eyes went to the couch. Matteo was sitting next to the FBI agent’s
handicapped brother. Lucan had similar features to his sister, his eyes the
same maple color. Though, his hair was a lighter color, the long auburn waves
making him resemble a hippy.
    Matteo looked over his shoulder, his
blue eyes going to me. A sneer formed across his handsome face. “Guess what I
found out, Fucktard?”
    “Don’t speak to me like that!”
    Lucan jolted. He grabbed for
Matteo, pushing his face into my nephew’s shoulder, acting like a child. To my
surprise, Matteo put an arm around him, pulling Lucan closer, looking like he
was protecting him. It was a softness I’d never seen in my nephew before, the
man usually too self-serving.
    “Keep your voice down around Lucan,”
Matteo said. “You know raised voices scare him, not to mention he’s terrified
of you.”
    “Then don’t provoke me when he’s
here.”
    “I kept my voice down, plus it’s
not my fault your name is Fucktard. You should’ve told your mother to call you
something else.”
    “You’re a disrespectful boy who
deserves to be punished.”
    “I am being punished; I have
to look at your ugly face without planting my fist in it.”
    “I’m not ugly, unlike the
brutes you like.”
    “I think Alessandro’s attractive,
and you said so too, so I know what’s hot and what’s not.” He grinned. “Guess
which category you fall into?”
    “The good one, otherwise Thierry
wouldn’t say he loves me.”
    Matteo shook his head. “That kid really
deserves an Oscar.”
    “He is not acting around
me,” I hissed. “He truly loves me. His body shows it when I touch him. He
doesn’t recoil like you do.”
    “Because he’s a whore.”
    “He is no such thing, and you’ll
stop treating him as one. He told me you touch him when you walk by. That will
stop immediately.”
    “Why? He loves it. Yesterday,
when I ran my hand over his small cock he moaned—in ecstasy .”
    “Liar!”
    Lucan jolted.
    “You’re still raising your voice,”
Matteo said, shaking his head as though I was a naughty child. “So, I will
punish you with sweet, sweet information. Did you know that Thierry was brought
up in a whorehouse, where men paid for his services?”
    “You’re lying.”
    “No, he’s not,” Satan cut in. “He’s
speaking the truth. Go on ... ask Thierry, or even Saint Michael. He cannot lie
like the boy does.”
    I gritted my teeth. “Get out of my
head.”
    “Not in it,” Matteo replied, then
realization crossed his eyes. “Oh, are you talking to your buddy the Devil?
Well, tell him he’s a cunt for not replying to my messages. And to think I
offered him my soul to have you brutally butchered.”
    I tensed, wishing I could slap the
smirk off his smug face.
    “Oh, I almost forgot to pay Thierry
for the blowjob he gave me earlier.” Letting go of Lucan, Matteo reached into
his pocket and pulled out