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

to the floor this time. “Stay down there, or I’ll bring
you to a completion you don’t want.”
    She glared back, but didn’t get
up, the woman for once showing some intelligence. I turned and headed for
Rita, stopping just outside of her reach. I took a hold of my cock,
running my hand up and down the shaft, wanting to come on her. She
stared at me, her face a mask of disbelief. I leaned my head back,
and continued to stroke myself, now desperate to come. I closed my
eyes, imagining it was Sophia standing before me—her gaze filled
with love, not hate.
    “ Sophia,” I gasped, moving my
hand over my cock faster, gro aning as I came, drawing it out, making it last.
Once I’d finished, I opened my eyes and almost laughed. Rita’s legs
and stomach were splattered with my cum, a true work of
art.
    “ Next time I’ll aim for
your mouth, it’ll be less messy,” I said, using her own words from
the other day against her.
    Rita’s face darkened, but she kept her
mouth shut. I turned to Camila, who was looking furious, her gaze
going between me and Rita. I wasn’t sure why she was including Rita
in on the glare. Maybe it was jealousy, or more likely over the
fact that it was Rita who had gotten her fucked.
    Still holding the knife, I
swiped up my clothes and headed for the door, wondering how things
were going to play out between them. I hoped for the worst, which
was a distinct possibility with Camila, who hated me lusting after
anyone but herself—whether she wanted me or not. And I wouldn’t put
it past her to try to seduce me in an attempt to escape. If
anything, I was surprised she hadn’t already tried, but I guess the
hurt I’d done to her famiglia was probably too fresh, the woman needing to vent
her anger instead. Though, it was just a matter of time before her
calculating mind started working, and I looked forward to the
games. I also looked forward to seeing her lose every battle we
fought, tearing a piece of her hope away one bit at a time until
there was nothing left.
    I banged on the door for the guard to
open up.
    “ What about me?” Camila
said. “I need to be unlocked so I can clean myself.”
    “ You can keep my smell on
you.”
    “ But I need to use the
bathroom.”
    I sneered at her. “You can piss
yourself for all I care, like your famiglia made Mario do when they locked him
up.”
    “ I didn’t know anything about
that, and if I had, I would have gotten him released.”
    “ I don’t believe
you.”
    “ It’s true! He’s my
cousin.”
    “ It’s too late; he
suffered, and now you will too.”
    The guard opened the door, his eyes
widening when he saw me naked. He might as well get used to it,
because it was going to be a frequent occurrence. Or maybe I should
bring a towel with me the next time, like Jagger used to. My cousin
had a habit of walking around the house in a towel, going between
his room and the cells, not giving a shit who saw. If only he’d
known my sick brother had been watching him. I gritted my teeth,
upset with myself for thinking about Alberto again. It made me want
to stick the knife in my chest, to cut out the pain, anything to
forget about what I had done.
    I headed up the staircase, ignoring the
other guard’s look of surprise. I crossed the entrance and
dining-room, ascending the main staircase, going straight to my
bedroom. After a quick shower and shave, I dressed in my best black
suit, and then went to Jagger’s room. I ran my hand over his door,
wondering whether I should leave him in peace. No, I wanted to find
out how he was doing. He hadn’t left his room since I had carried
him there, and worse, he was refusing to eat, his nurse now having
to force feed him.
    I knocked softly, then opened the door.
Honey glanced up. The blonde slave was sitting on a chair next to
Jagger’s bed, reading a book as my cousin slept. She looked like an
innocent Marilyn Monroe, all sweetness and light. She was wearing
one of Bianca’s dresses, the soft pink against