My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 10 Stalked Read Free Page A

feel of the jeans and T-shirt against my
skin. Though, he’d failed to get me underwear, but regardless, it
was still a marked improvement.
    He placed the phone against his ear and
started talking to one of the Santini, trying to get a man called
Ricardo to back down for Alessandro’s sake as well as their own. I
indicated with my hand that I was going to leave the room. He
nodded as he continued to talk on the phone.
    I opened the door. The guard pushed to his
feet, blocking my exit.
    Frano covered the phone. “She
is permitted
to roam the house freely,” he said to the guard.
    On Frano’s orders,
t he guard
let me out. I headed down the passage, realizing I’d forgotten to
ask where Honey was. But since Frano was busy, I decided it would
be better to ask Jagger instead, because I also wanted to make sure that
things were settled between the two of us.
    I stopped outside Jagger’s room and
knocked.
    “ Who is it?” Jagger
answered.
    “ Rita,” I replied, still
not comfortable with referring to myself as Sophia.
    The door opened a moment later.
Jagger appeared in front of me dressed in loose white pants and nothing
else. His hair was messy and his body was glistening with sweat,
the man looking divine. But nothing fluttered in my chest, my heart
now completely in Frano’s hands.
    Jagger’s eyes narrowed at me. “Why are you
wearing clothes?” he snapped, his harsh tone taking me by
surprise.
    “ Frano gave them to
me.”
    He grabbed my arm and yanked me into his
bedroom, taking me by surprise again, his rough treatment not
something I had expected after we’d bonded in captivity. My eyes
shot to his bed. A naked woman was tied to it, with a ball gag in
her mouth.
    I pulled my arm free from Jagger. “What
are you doing to her?!”
    He flicked his tongue out. “I was
hungry so I ate some pussy.”
    “ Is she a
slave?”
    “ S ì , and so are you.” He pushed me up against
the wall and kissed me hard, his grip on my shoulders
bruising.
    I shoved him away.
    He took a step back, his eyes flashing at
me. “Can’t I kiss my own woman?” he said, his voice dripping with
disdain.
    “ I’m not your woman.”
    “ You are. I own you.”
    “ I am no one’s
property!”
    He stepped closer, pressing his
body up against mine. “You’re wrong, schiava ,” he growled.
    The Italian word for slave shot through me,
reminding of Christo. I shoved Jagger harder, now angry enough to
hurt him. “Touch me one more time and I’ll break your fucking
hand .”
    He sneered at me. “I should punish
you for cheating on me, you lying puttana ,” he spat. “You bedded Frano seconds
after I poured my heart out to you about the Padre .”
    I went still, shocked he knew.
“ Neither of
us ever meant for it to happen .”
    “ Other things happened as
well ,” he
said, pain glossing over his eyes. “But you still have to pay for
it, like I did.”
    “ What are you talking
about?”
    “ Things that should stay in the
past.”
    “ Why?”
    “ You ask too many questions, and
just remember: everything that happened is your fault.”
    I stiffened. “How is it my
fault?”
    “ You lied and cheated on me!” he
yelled. He shook out his hands, looking like he was trying to calm
down. “But I can forgive and forget as long as you come back to
me.”
    “ No, I love
Frano .”
    Jagge r’s lips curled, making him appear
cruel. “You told me you loved me once. You screamed it when I
fucked you.”
    “ I never had sex with
you ,” I
said, not believing him. I’d turned his advances down, going to
Frano’s room instead. I had given Frano my virginity as well as my
heart. I couldn’t have slept with Jagger after that, especially
since Frano had said he loved me in return.
    “ You may not have given me your
virginity, but I still had you.” He fondled his cock through his pants. “I
made you scream my name, not Frano’s.”
    “ You’re lying,” I
said.
    He stepped in close, his body a
whisper away from mine. Even though