My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 4 Poisoned (5 page)

I exhaled loudly, knowing this
was going badly
. “I won’t, all I want is for you to get on the bed so I
can check you.”

“
I don’t need to be checked.” He
looked across the bed at the slave, who was still lying
unconscious—or dead, on the floor. “But she does.”

“
Check her,” I said to the
guard.

He bent down and felt her neck. “She’s
alive,” he said.

I looked back at Jagger and pointed at the
bed. “Get on there now if you want her to stay that
way.”

He
remained still for a moment, then
climbed onto the bed. He lay down, looking ready to attack, the man
a beautiful, but wild animal.

I turned my attention to the guard, not
wanting him to witness what I was about to do. “Take the slave into
the bathroom,” I said. “Keep her in there until I’m
finished.”

He nodded and put his gun back into its
holster, then picked up the woman and carried her to the bathroom,
stopping in the doorway at my voice.

“
Kill her if Jagger
attacks me,” I said.

He nodded, then closed the door behind him
and the slave, finally leaving me alone with Jagger. I turned back
to my cousin and starting undoing the buttons on my shirt. Jagger
closed his eyes, knowing he couldn’t do shit without his Sophia
lookalike getting a head full of lead. I threw my shirt onto the
cabinet behind me, then unbuckled my belt and pushed my pants and
underwear down. I took them off and placed them next to my shirt,
then climbed onto the bed. Jagger opened his eyes, looking ready to
bolt, his muscles twitching all over the place.

“
I promise I just want to hug
and kiss you today, no sex,” I said.

“
Why the hell would you want to
do that to me? I’m a man!”

“
Which I
prefer
, and
if you haven’t figured it out already I love you.”

“
Don’t make me
laugh!”

“
This
isn’t a comedy, Jagger, this is your
life, and if you need me to take things slower—”

“
You don’t know the meaning of
slow. You raped me when I was drugged, and the
Padre
told me you fucked me when I was
unconscious the other day, and yesterday you held me down, fucking
me while I was in agony.”

“
I didn’t know.”

“
I was screaming!”

I exhaled loudly.
“I didn’t realize
you were in pain, I just thought you were objecting to the sex. And
I’m sorry I hurt you, I got carried away. You are just so
beautiful.” I reached out, brushing his hair aside.

He jerked his head
away
.

I clenched my hand, willing myself not
to react, then held my arm up for him to move closer. “Come
here.”

He shook his head.

“
Come here now, Jagger, or
I
will
have the slave killed.”

He glanced at the bathroom door, then
closed his eyes and shifted closer, flinching as I draped an arm
over him. I pulled him in even closer, a thrill going through my
body, making me want to break my promise about not fucking him,
which by the tightness of his muscles he knew.

Willing myself under control, I
kissed Jagger’s forehead
. “Pull back so I can kiss your mouth,” I mumbled
against his flesh.

He remained still.

“
Now.”

He did as instructed, but his eyes still
remained shut. I pushed him back onto the bed and kissed him, my
hand going to his cock, which was soft. He yelped.

I let go of it. “You alright?”

He shook his head, but kept his
eyes shut. “The
Padre
fucked my cock with a spike.”

I swore. That so-called priest was beyond
insane. I placed my mouth next to Jagger’s ear. “If you’re a good
boy and a patient one,” I whispered, “I will get rid of him for
you, so it can just be me and you back at home.”

He opened his eyes. “Frano won’t allow
you to fuck me.”

“
Frano is not the don anymore, I
am.”

He blinked. “Did they kill him?” he
said, looking worried.

“
No, though the
Padre
tried to rape him,
just lucky your kickass slave stopped him. She beat the shit out of
the nasty cunt for even trying.”

“
That’s why he looked beat
up.”

“
S
ì
.”

He stared at me, now voiceless.
I climbed onto him, Jagger finding his voice again, his
pained
ouch!
causing me to back off. The
Padre
was definitely getting an earful, because
if the
bastardo
continued hurting Jagger, I would move The Black Russian
plan forward one week.

I lay down next to
Jagger
and
grabbed his head, kissing him passionately. He remained still, not
reciprocating at all. Annoyed, I pulled back. “Return what I give
or you know the consequences.” He nodded, although it came with a
glare. I started kissing him again happy as Jagger opened his mouth
for me, the man no doubt having worse things than my tongue shoved
in there. I started rubbing my cock against his hip. He yelped. I
pulled back again. “Don’t give me that bullshit,” I snapped, “you
have no bruises there, so stop trying to play me.”

He opened his eyes. “Your touch hurts
me.”

“
You’ll learn to love
it.”

“
That will never happen, I
HATE you!”

My hand whipped out, slapping him across
the cheek, his words angering me beyond belief. “You will love me!”
I spat. “You will!”

“
No
I won’t! I fucking hate
you!”

I grabbed his face and kissed
him hard. Jagger tried to pull away. I pushed him onto his back and
climbed on top of him, no longer caring as he yelled out in pain,
because the
bastardo
was going to do what the fuck he was told. I continued to
kiss him, holding his arms down. Jagger screamed into my mouth, his
pain finally getting through to me. I pulled back and looked down
at him, now feeling guilty. His face was contorted while his eyes
were squeezed shut as he panted out the pain I was causing him. I
lifted my hands and looked down at his arms, realizing I’d been
pushing on his bruises.

“
Mi dispiace
,” I apologized, “You just make
me lose control.”

“
Get off me,” he ground
out.

I looked down at his swollen groin then
back at his face. “You will learn to love me no matter what you
say.” I got off him and reached for my clothes. “And if you don’t
return my affection, I will take your brother and make him pay for
your disobedience.”

Jagger shot up straight, his face now
panicked. “You can’t touch, Thierry, he’s just a boy.”

I tugged on my underwear then
my pants. “He is not a boy anymore, but
will be my
puttano
if you don’t do as I say.” I walked
over and placed my face in front of Jagger’s. “Now,
bello
, you will give me a goodbye kiss to save your brother, so
you better make it good.”

He stared at me for a moment, then grabbed
my head and kissed me hard, allowing me access to his mouth. My
tongue delved inside, taking full advantage of his
acquiescence.

After a minute, his hands fell from my
head. “Good enough?” he said, pulling away.

“
S
ì
,” I
breathed out, almost lost for words, Jagger taking them from my
mouth. I looked down at his delicious body, aching to enter it, my
cock torturing my mind, because I knew I needed to slow down or I
would make him hate me even more.

“
I will see you tomorrow,” I
said. “Today you heal.” I glanced at the bathroom and yelled, “I’m
leaving,” then grabbed my shirt and exited the room fast,
practically running for Matteo’s room, my cock desperately needing
release.

I entered without knocking.
Matteo was lying on the bed with a huge smile on his
face and nothing on
his golden body. He was taller than Jagger, and even more defined,
but it wasn’t the body I wanted to fuck, it was just a
substitute.

“
Turn around,” I said,
preferring not to see his arrogant face.

He quirked a brow. “You usually like
to look at me when we fuck.”

“
Not today, so turn
around,”
so
I can imagine you’re Jagger.

Matteo turned over, angling his fine ass
up for use. I grabbed a condom off the bedside cabinet and slipped
it on, then climbed up behind him. “Scream my name,” I said,
wanting Jagger to hear me fuck Matteo.

“
I always do, now fuck me
hard.”

I placed my cock at his
entrance, the man already prepared, his
hole slick for me. I closed my eyes,
bringing up Jagger’s face, seeing only him. I grabbed Matteo’s...
NO, I grabbed Jagger’s hips, groaning as I plunged deep inside of
my bello—the man I would kill for—or was going to kill for:
the
Padre
a temporary inconvenience.

4

Bianca

I headed up the
main staircase with
a tray of food for Frano. Alberto had phoned me from the House of
Whores in a foul mood, barking at me to drug his brother’s lunch. I
walked down the passage, wondering whether I could serve Alberto
also, giving him the lethal drink instead of Thierry since it would
no longer look suspicious. No, Thierry needed to be involved
because he knew too much, the boy safer as an accomplice rather
than a witness.

I stopped outside Frano’s room and knocked
on the door. “I have your lunch, Frano, may I come in?”

No answer
.

“
Frano!” I called out louder.
“It’s Bianca, may I come in? I have minestrone soup for your
lunch.”

Silence
again
.

I
opened the door and poked my head
inside. Frano was lying on the bed with a bandage around his head
and a white sheet up to his stomach, the black satin pajamas I had
dressed him in strewn across the floor.

I stepped inside
the room and closed
the door behind me. “Frano, I have your lunch,” I said, walking
towards him.

He mumbled something then turned on his
side. The sheet slipped down, revealing his naked body. My eyes
shot away from him, embarrassment heating my cheeks. It was bad
enough that I had to dress him when he was unconscious, but at
least he had underwear on then, and unlike before, he could wake up
now and I most certainly didn’t want him to get mad at me, because
a mad Frano was not a pleasant experience.

I put the tray down on the
bedside cabinet then
pulled the sheet up, which didn’t last long. My
eyes widened as he rolled onto his back, his cock harder than the
bedposts and just as thick. Okay, that was an exaggeration, but
good Lord the man was even bigger than his brother—and Alberto was
a monster. He mumbled a name in his sleep, then his hand went to
his cock, my eyes widening even more as he stroked himself. I
continued to stare, knowing I should cover him, but I was caught
like a deer in headlights, horror and embarrassment as well as the
eroticism of what he was doing transfixing me. He moaned, his hand
continuing to stoke up and down his hard shaft
, the foreskin moving back and
forth. I realized I was breathing loudly, almost panting, the room
suddenly getting very hot.

The loud caw of a crow
outside made me
jolt. With the distraction, and a near fatal heart attack, I came
to my senses and I pulled the sheet over him, covering what I
should never have seen in the first place.

“
Frano,” I said softly, now
afraid to wake him, but knowing Alberto would kick me into tomorrow
if I didn’t make sure his brother ate the soup.

Frano grunted and pushed the sheet down
with his feet, his right hand still occupied with his cock. I
picked up the sheet again, feeling my face flush even more, because
no matter how much of a monster Frano was, he was a gorgeous
one.

He arched his back, his breathing growing
heavy, the man looking like he was close to coming. I continued to
stare, knowing I shouldn’t and that he would kill me, maybe
literally if he woke up and caught me watching, but again I
couldn’t make myself move, because his body was a work of art, a
Michelangelo begging to be admired.

I swore in my mind, not wanting
to see this, only wanting to see Jagger spread out before me, his
body everything I needed and much,
much
more. I wasn’t cheating on Jagger, because this
wasn’t what I wanted, Frano was just putting on an erotic display,
a temptation I wouldn’t fall for, because no one was more beautiful
than my darling Jagger.

Frano
continued to moan, caught up with
whatever he was imagining, although his mumbled words over a
Rita
pretty much told me
that he was dreaming about the female agent I’d seen with Jagger.
Just the thought of her angered me, because I should be taking care
of Jagger, NOT her.
Another loud moan from Frano made me gasp. I thought he was
going to wake up, but he didn’t, he just kept on stroking himself,
the end of his stiff cock now purple and glistening.