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

telling me
differently. Would you like my cock inside of it?”
    “ No!”
    “ Actually, why am I
asking? You never asked me when you took what you
wanted.”
    “ No, no, please don’t,” she
babbled. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”
    “ Stronzata! ” I yelled bullshit. “So, say sorry if
you want me to let you go.”
    “ I’m sorry, I’m
sorry.”
    “ Sorry isn’t good
enough.”
    “ But you said—”
    “ I don’t fucking care what I
said! If you break something and say sorry, that thing will still
be broken. You may piece it back together, but the cracks remain.
And, Teodora, I’m completely cracked, and all the sorries in the
world won’t fix me.”
    “ I didn’t mean to upset
you,” she sobbed.
    “ It sure as hell felt like you
meant it when you stripped me naked and sucked my cock.”
    “ I told you, I didn’t do that,”
she sobbed, “and I didn’t remove your briefs.”
    “ You’re a fucking
liar!”
    “ Dora !” a voice shouted from another part
of the house.
    “ Matteo!” she screamed. “Help
me!”
    The name shot through me as
well as that American accent. I pushed away from Teodora and turned
around as Matteo Donatelli appeared in the doorway with a gun in
hand.
    His worried gaze shot to Teodora, then to
me. “What the fuck did you do to my sister?!” he yelled, spit
flying from his mouth.
    “ Paying the troia back in smacks.”
    Teodora jumped up, her shorts
now covering her ass. She rushed her brother, wrapping her arms
around him, the female more than a head shorter than him.
    Matteo moved the gun around
her, still
keeping the barrel pointed at me. “You don’t fucking touch my
sister!” he yelled.
    “ She fucking touched me! She stripped me
naked and sucked my cock when I couldn’t move.”
    Teodora let go of her
brother. “I
didn’t, he’s delusional.”
    “ Liar!” I grabbed my cock. “Ask
her what it tasted like.”
    Matteo looked down at his sister. “You
didn’t?”
    She wiped her eyes. “You know I
wouldn’t.”
    “ He’s naked!”
    “ His back and legs got scratched
from me dragging him in here, so I cleaned the wounds.”
    “ Then why isn’t he wearing
briefs?”
    “ He obviously took them
off.”
    “ I did not,” I cut in. “She took
them off so she could suck me. She said she loved my
cock.”
    Matteo’s face twisted in
disgust. “You’re as bad as the fucking Padre ,” he said to his sister.
    “ I am not!” she yelled, her
expression now twisted in anger. “And, I can’t believe you’re
taking his drugged-out words over mine!”
    “ What do you expect me to think
after I walk in here finding the Padre ’s boy naked as the day he was born?”
    “ I’m not his boy!” I
shouted.
    Matteo sneered at me. “Oh, you are, and by
the way, he wants you back … and your ass, preferably with his
deformed cock inside of it.”
    I clenched my hands, assessing whether
I could rush him.
    He shook his head. “I know what
you’re thinking, Jagger, and I wouldn’t do it if I were you. I can
pull the trigger faster than you can move, and even though I
would love to shoot you, I need you alive—for now.”
    My mind went to his comment
about the Padre. “Where is he?”
    “ Darth
Fuckabutt?”
    “ The Padre !”
    “ That’s who I was talking about,
and I ain’t telling you shit until you tell me who killed
Alberto?”
    “ I don’t know who killed him,” I
lied.
    “ You fucking liar. Was it
you?”
    I touched my bruised neck. “Does it
look like I did shit to him?! He’s the fucker who attacked me, not
the other way round.”
    Matteo frowned. “Did he fuck
you?”
    I closed my mouth, shame rushing over
me.
    Matteo swore. “I don’t know what the fuck
he ever saw in you! I loved him, yet he kept going after you. What
did you have over him?”
    “ Nothing. I hated him.”
    “ You obviously held something
over him; otherwise he would’ve stayed with me.”
    “ Get over yourself, you vain
piece of shit. It had nothing to do