My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 8 Questions Read Online Free PDF

pushed off the bed and pointed a
finger at me. “Don’t make fun of me or I’ll put you over my lap and
spank you.”
    “ Don’t you even think about
it.”
    His eyes narrowed, the evil gleam in
them making me nervous. “You just challenged me.”
    I jumped off the bed. “No, I
didn’t.”
    “ Oh, yes you did.” He shot around the
bed and grabbed a hold of me, pushing me onto the mattress. I
struggled to get up without hurting him, but he was too strong. He
pulled me onto his lap, clamping an arm across my back so I
couldn’t get free.
    “ Frano! Don’t you
dare!”
    “ You said dare,” he
laughed.
    “ You know what I mea—” My word
was cut off as his hand came down on my ass, making me cry out, the
bastard not going soft.
    “ Your skin reddens beautifully,” he
said.
    I kicked out with my legs. “Let me
go!”
    “ Just one
more.”
    “ No!”
    His hand came down across my other cheek,
making me cry out again. I could feel his cock hardening against my
stomach, but right now I was more interested in smacking him than
fucking him.
    “ You stronzo !” I snapped. “Let me go. Now!”
    “ Such a poor sport.” He swung me
around onto the bed and kissed me before I could tell him off, the
man beyond passionate, his kiss melting the anger out of me. I
kissed him back, the spanking now worth it.
    The sound of the door opening pulled
Frano away from me. I glanced at what had caught his attention,
finding Honey standing in the doorway, staring at us opened
mouth.
    “ Get out!” Frano
yelled.
    Looking horrified,
s he held up
a tray of food. “But your breakfast,” she said, casting her gaze
downwards.
    “ You didn’t knock!”
    “ I did, but it mustn’t have been
loud enough. Can I just leave the tray and go?”
    He indicated to the other side of the bed.
“Hurry up then.”
    She scurried over and placed the tray down
on the bedside cabinet, then jumped as he came up behind her. Not
only was he butt-naked, but he had a raging hard-on.
    “ I’ve put some painkillers next
to your coffee,” she said, looking everywhere but at
him.
    “ Will they make me sleepy
again?”
    “ No, these ones are non drowsy.”
She cast a desperate glance at me. “I didn’t bring enough food for
two. Do you want me to get you some food as well?”
    “ Yes, thanks,” I
answered.
    “ Why are you still standing
here?” Frano snapped, making Honey jump. “You have your answer, now
leave. And, knock louder next time.”
    “ I’m sorry, Don.” She sidestepped
Frano, and rushed out of the room.
    “ Stupid woman,” Frano
muttered as the door closed. He sat down on the bed and covered
himself, then moved the tray onto his lap.
    “ You terrified the poor
woman with your hard-on,” I said, giving him a nudge.
    He yelled out as some of his coffee spilt
over the side of the mug. “Don’t do that again,” he growled,
“because I will kill you if you mess with my coffee.”
    “ You’re a coffee addict?”
    “ Most definitely.” He
picked up
the mug, sighing as he sipped the coffee. “So good.” He pointed to
the omelet. “You can have that; I’ll wait for the next
lot.”
    I grabbed the fork and
knife, and
started eating, shoveling the egg into my mouth, the food a
Godsend. I hadn’t eaten properly for days now.
    He stopped sipping his coffee and
stared at me.
    I froze mid chew. “What?”
    “ You look like you haven’t eaten
in days.”
    “ The Donatelli basically
starved me.”
    His amused look dropped.
“Bastards.”
    “ You didn’t feed me much
either.”
    “ That was—” He blanched,
then turned his head.
    “ What’s wrong?”
    He shook his head.
    I placed a hand on his arm. “Frano,
tell me what’s wrong.”
    “ That was Alberto’s job.” He
moved the tray onto my lap and got out of bed. “Stay there, I won’t
be long.” He headed into the bathroom, closing the door behind him,
the mention of his brother without a doubt hurting him. Alberto may
have been a monster, but Frano had