My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 3 Read Online Free PDF Page A

a sweet sixteen, which was why I’d tried to
ignore her, but when she’d come to me in tears I folded like a weak
bastard and bedded her, the girl a true beauty—like
Rita.
    I turned off the
tap s and
climbed into the warm water, washing Rita’s mouth and hands off me.
Ignoring the sting from her scratch marks, I closed my eyes and
slid under the water, wishing I could forget about both Sophia and
Rita. Maybe I should hand Rita over to the Donatelli without a
fight, because she was affecting me too much.
    I pushed my head out of the water and
looked over at the closed door, knowing I had to do it. She was a
distraction I couldn’t afford, because there was only one thing I
needed to concentrate on right now, and that was getting my
household back—whether it killed me or not.
     

 
     
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    Rita
    I glared at the closed bathroom door, anger raging through
me. The bastard thought he could do anything and not think it would
bite him on his arrogant ass. Yes, I had stuck my finger up there
to humiliate him, took great pleasure in the men laughing at him,
but I’d also wanted to get him off quick, which I knew how to do
since my husband had a penchant for anal play. But obviously the
uptight rapist didn’t. I looked around the room, wondering if there
was anything I could hit him with, something that would knock him
out cold, so I could tie him up and stretch his naked body across
the bed, humiliating him even more—like he’d done to me.
    I walked softly over to the bathroom door
and turned the handle as quietly as possible, the thing opening
soundlessly. I peeked through the crack, making sure Frano wasn’t
right in front of me, then opened it a bit more. I poked my head
inside, searching for him. He was soaking in the bathtub, resting
his head and arms on the porcelain while he stared up at the
ceiling, his hand dripping water onto the tiled floor. My eyes
settled on his stunning face, the threat about the priest coming to
mind, the thought of that lecherous man touching Frano making me
feel ill. But it shouldn’t, because the bastard deserved to have
his cock and nuts roped up and tugged on. In fact, I’d pay to see
it, and would pay extra for a front row seat.
    My eyes moved down him, then back up it
to his face again, the memory of him bringing me to orgasm in the
same tub returning. Anger flared through me. Gritting my teeth, I
scanned the rest of the bathroom, looking for something I could use
against him, but there was nothing, unless I could rip the basin
out of the floor and smash it over his head. I wish. But it didn’t
matter, because I didn’t need anything other my hands and feet to
do the job.
    I closed the door soundlessly and
flattened my back against the wall. Excitement started brewing in
my chest at all the things I could do to him, paying him back for
everything he had done to me, returning pain for pain.
    The sound of water going down the drain
came from the bathroom. I moved to the other side of the door and
bobbed down, knowing it would be a safer option to sweep his legs
out from under him, because his reflexes were fast, the man
obviously having had some sort of combat training with the way he’d
put that body lock on me.
    Italian curse words sounded on
the other side of the wall, Frano not amused that there weren’t any
towels, then he opened the door, his smooth voice following.
“Rita?” He went silent for a moment, then started muttering that
bitches couldn’t be trusted. I wanted to jump up and smash the door
in his face, but instead I stayed still, again knowing that the
sweep would be the safest option.
    He swore louder, the flurry of words that
followed telling me he thought I’d been taken by the Donatelli. He
stepped away from the door and closed it, yelling out as I swept
his legs out from under him. He went down hard, his back hitting
the floor, his stunned expression and the gasp leaving his mouth
telling me he was winded, which gave me a few seconds to subdue
him. I