My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Ep. 6 Consequences Read Free

then continued: “You will not
utter a word about him again or I will fuck you like a hole—no pleasure, only pain
involved.”
    She remained silent. I sneered
at her, aching to hurt her as much as I was hurting, to cause her
emotional rather than physical pain. I glanced back at Camila, who was looking
at me with curiosity. I threw her a glare, then refocused my
attention on Rita. I would use Rita’s own “good guy” morals against
her, punishing her through Camila.
    I pointed at Camila.
“Everything I do to her will be because of your
disobedience. If I slap her, it’s because you spoke out of turn, if I
fuck her, it’s because you can’t admit to wanting me, and if
you dare speak of my famiglia again, I will torture one of hers. Understand?”
    Rita remained still, looking as though she
wasn’t sure how to reply to my angry words, then ever so slightly,
a nod came, my first breakthrough. To train her I needed leverage,
and Camila was going to be just that.
    I turned and walked over
to my knife,
swiping it up off the floor. “Up,” I said, heading for
Camila.
    Keeping her eyes on me, she got to
her feet, her chain jangling from the movement.
    “ Take two steps
forward.”
    She obeyed me, the chain stopping her
from moving any further.
    I moved behind her and sat down on the
chair. “Sit on my lap,” I said, taking a hold of my hard
cock.
    Camila looked down at it and shook her
head.
    “ Sit on my lap,” I
repeated.
    “ Fuck you, Frano!”
    I placed my knife next to my cock.
“Which one would you prefer to sit on?”
    “ The knife.”
    “ Okay, sit on it
then.”
    She shook her head again.
    “ Don’t say something you don’t
mean, cara .”
    “ I’m not your
dear!”
    “ You used to call me caro , even using the endearment after I left you.” I ran my
hand up and down my cock. “You also used to beg to ride my cazzo , yet now you would rather sit on my knife? Make up your
mind.”
    “ You have imprisoned my famiglia! ”
    “ Which means I have leverage
over you. By the way, your mother isn’t too happy with her
accommodation. I guess she doesn’t like damp cells. Do you wish for
her to be moved to a nicer prison, maybe her own
bedroom?”
    “ In exchange for you
fucking me?”
    “ No, in exchange for you
capitulating to me. It can be you licking my feet, bouncing on my
cock, or whatever the hell takes my fancy. I don’t really care,
just as long as you submit.”
    Her jaw clenched. “If I do this, you must
put my mother in her bedroom.”
    “ Now, that’s not what submitting
means. It means you must do what I say; then I might think about being nice to your mother instead of letting
her rot in your family’s prison.”
    She grimaced at me, but still nodded.
“Where are the condoms?”
    I smiled. “If I wear a condom, I can’t get
you pregnant.”
    “ Which is the
point! ”
    “ But I want you pregnant with
my bambino or bambina. ”
    Her eyebrows shot up.
“Why?”
    “ To eliminate the Donatelli line by
making them D’Angelos.” I ran my hand up and down my cock again.
“So, sit on my cazzo .”
    She shook her head.
    “ Do it or I will slice
your throat open.”
    She raised her chin. “I’d rather die
than spawn your devils.”
    I stood up and placed the knife to her
throat. “Do you truly choose death over getting pregnant by me,
Camila?”
    She tilted her chin up even
more. “
Sì
.”
    I drew the knife across her throat, but
only enough to sting. She hissed and stepped away from the
blade.
    I lowered the knife to her stomach.
“How about I gut you instead?”
    She shook her head and went to take
another step back, but the chain attached to her snapped into
place, stopping her from moving any further.
    I ran the knife’s tip across her soft
belly, making her flinch. “I have only stabbed one person in the
stomach before.” I paused, my emotions choking me again, something
I didn’t want her to see, the woman not giving a shit about
Alberto. I breathed out, forcing