MY MASTERS’ NIGHTMARE
SEASON 1
EPISODE 11
“CONSUMMATION”
Marita A. Hansen
Like a television series, My Masters’ Nightmare is broken up into episodes. A new episode will be published approximately every 3 weeks until the season has ended. There will be fifteen episodes in Season 1. After Season 1 is finished, the surviving characters will be moving to The Santini Brothers series.
CONTENTS
Copyright
Acknowledgements
Recap of Episodes 6-10
1 Sophia
2 Jagger
3 Camila
4 Rita
5 Alessandro
6 Jagger
7 Rita
About the Author
Other Books by Marita A. Hansen
Copyright
My Masters’ Nightmare
Season 1, Episode 11
“Consummation”
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2014 © Marita A. Hansen
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All characters, names, places, and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual events, locales, or real persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
I would like to say a big thank you to my beta reading team for this episode:
Andrea Braccio
Laura Purdy
Kelleanne Miles
Your help is greatly appreciated.
A Recap of Episodes 6-10
After killing his brother, Frano focuses on training Camila and Rita as slaves. He soon discovers that Rita is Sophia Salvi—a lover he previously thought was dead. He moves her into his bedroom, the two growing closer by the day.
When Matteo fails to assassinate Frano, he sets his sights on kidnapping Thierry through the Landi sisters. After having sex with one of the sisters, he unexpectedly witnesses Jagger passing out from drugs. He hands Jagger over to his own sister so he can attend the party to capture Thierry. The next day, the Padre attacks and rapes him.
Teodora returns to her house with a drugged-out Jagger. The following morning, he confuses a dream with reality and thinks she has molested him. As a result, he enslaves her, taking her back home, where he runs into Honey. He rejects his former slave, leaving Honey distraught.
Alessandro tries to calm Honey down. He ends up having sex with her, but soon discovers she’s an FBI plant sent in to entrap the D’Angelos.
Christo crucifies the Landi sisters, which ignites a mafia war. Inconsolable, Pedro Landi storms the D’Angelo household, wanting to execute the Donatelli sisters in retaliation. He kills Ghita, but Alessandro and Frano manage to save Andriena and Camila.
Camila frees her niece from Jagger, but unwittingly falls into his clutches. After a tussle, a spark is ignited and they engage in sex. Aware that Frano doesn’t want her, Camila makes an arrangement where she continues to sleep with Jagger while Frano keeps Rita. However, she starts plotting a way to get rid of Rita so she can have both D’Angelo men to herself.
Seven years ago, the Padre catches Sophia spying on Frano skinny dipping. He tells his twin, which results in Christo threatening her life if she doesn’t stay away from the D’Angelos. She ignores his warning and visits Jagger on his birthday. After she rejects Jagger’s sexual advances, he breaks down and confesses to her about what the Padre has done to him. Upset, Sophia runs from his room, ending up in Frano’s bed instead.
1
SOPHIA
7 Years Ago
I jumped into the front passenger seat of Frano’s car, excited to be going out with him again. I’d seen him whenever I could; sneaking out at all hours of the day to be with him. It had been a week since we’d made love the first time. It felt as though I was in a dream, a wonderful one I never wanted to wake up from.
“You are so beautiful,” he said, leaning towards me. He cupped my face and kissed me, taking my breath away. After almost making me pass out from lack of oxygen, he broke the kiss and placed his forehead against mine, again murmuring how beautiful I was. I loved him—absolutely and utterly, the man beyond perfection.
“I love you too,” he said, making me realize I’d spoken out loud.
I blushed, still in disbelief that he did. I could never get enough of him. I just wished we didn’t have to sneak around to see each other. Unfortunately, we didn’t have a choice, because no one wanted us together. My parents had ordered me to stay away from him, my mother in particular, who seemed to think Frano was the devil incarnate. His father also didn’t like me, plus he was engaged to Angelica Rosso. Even worse, I hadn’t technically broken up with Jagger; although I was sure he realized I didn’t want to see him anymore. Whenever I thought about Jagger, I felt guilty over what had happened. I hadn’t seen him since the night he’d told me about the Padre. I still couldn’t wrap my head around what he’d said: that the Padre had abused and raped him. I’d asked Frano about what he thought of the Padre, whether he was a trustworthy man, and he said he was. So, Jagger must’ve lied to gain sympathy from me.
Not sure I believed that, I squashed the uneasy feelings down, only wanting to think about Frano.
“I want to go somewhere different today,” he said. “What would you like to do?”
“We can go for a swim,” so I can ogle your body.
“The lake?”
I shook my head, not wanting to risk the Padre catching us, especially since I knew he went there. The memory of seeing him spy on Frano skinny dipping returned, again making me think of what Jagger had said about the man. Yet again, I squashed my uneasy thoughts down, not willing to ruin my time with Frano. I would deal with it once I got home; possibly even ring Jagger to see how he was doing. Regardless of what he’d done to me, I still cared for him.
“How about the river?” I asked, forcing Jagger out of my head. “Hardly anyone goes there.”
“That’s because it’s not as nice as the lake.”
“It’s more private.”
“True.” He smiled. “And it has a lot of bushes to ravage you in.”
I giggled.
He grabbed my shoulders. “How about I ravage you here?” He latched onto my neck, kissing it so hard I was sure he was going to leave a mark.
“Frano! Someone will see us!”
He pulled back and glanced out of the windows. The grassy countryside was empty, except for a couple of wild goats eating by the abandoned cottage. We’d been secretly meeting there, so no one would find out about us, plus the cottage was a good place to make love in.
“No one’s here,” he said.
“Someone could drive by.”
“Okay, I’ll take you to the river, one-who-should-be-obeyed.”
Smiling at his words, I clicked on my seat belt. He started up the engine and pulled out onto the stony road, making me feel better that we were moving. I was constantly paranoid we’d get caught, because now that I had Frano, there was no way I was willing to give him up. Again, it was like I was in the best dream ever, constantly floating on cloud nine, where
the only angel I saw was Frano D’Angelo.
Until he started talking about his fiancée.
I hated it when he brought up Angelica, because it reminded me he wasn’t mine to keep. Although he didn’t want to marry her, it still made my heart hurt.
“Angelica visited again today,” he said. “I can’t stand that woman. She’s always touching me. And, Dio mio, she has the whiniest voice.” He glanced at me. “I wish I was marrying you instead.”
I sat up straight, what he’d said instantly lifting my spirits. He’d made a similar comment after we’d made love the first time, but it was in the heat of the moment, so I wasn’t sure he’d meant it.
“You want to marry me?” I asked.
“Sí.”
“Really?”
He nodded. “But, I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because the marriage to Angelica will strengthen my famiglia. My father wants to be connected to the Rossos, so I have to marry one of them.” He turned into the road that led to the river, both sides lined with tall trees.
“Why can’t you align with my famiglia instead?” I asked.
“My father and yours don’t get along.”
“Then let’s go to America and get married.”
He laughed.
“It’s not funny!” I snapped, both angry and hurt at his reaction.
He glanced at me, his smile disappearing. “I thought you were joking.”
“I wasn’t, and I don’t appreciate being laughed at,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.
A smile split his face. “You look so damn cute when you’re angry.”
I scowled at him. “Don’t try to get on my good side.”
“I have to, because you don’t have a bad side.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere.”
He flicked me another glance, his expression now somber. “If I could marry you, I would. I wish I had control of my life. I don’t even like the American course my father has me enrolled in.” He frowned, then a small smile pulled at the corner of his lips. “Actually, maybe your idea isn’t so bad, just without the marriage part. You’re old enough to leave home now, so we could meet up in America when I head out for my next semester. We could live together.”
Excitement coursed through me. “Really?”
“Sí.”
We emerged from the trees, the river now coming into view. The water was rough with some calm patches where large rocks blocked off the flow. Trees and bushes surrounded it, keeping it a private option.
Frano pulled on the hand brake and unbuckled his seat belt. He leaned over and cupped my face again, giving me a kiss. “I’d love to live with you,” he murmured against my lips.
He pulled back and got out of the car. Ecstatic over his words, I jumped out and went around the hood, stopping in front of him as he started unbuttoning his shirt. He smiled at me, the teasing look in his eyes turning me on. My gaze moved to his muscular chest, enjoying the slow striptease he was doing for me.
He slipped off his shirt, letting it fall to the ground. “Get naked; I want to do some skinny dipping with you.”
I shook my head, still shy about getting undressed in front of him. I loved it when we were in the moment, especially when he ripped my clothes off. I felt too self-conscious to take them off myself, even more so since I didn’t have the best figure. I was a bit podgy around the middle, my stomach not flat like Angelica Rosso’s. Frano’s fiancée had the most beautiful body. She had the biggest breasts and the tiniest waist, not to mention the prettiest face. It made me wonder what Frano saw in me.
My eyes lowered down him as he removed his pants and underwear, kicking them off. His body was stunning: his muscles, his smooth dark-olive skin, and his large... His cock started to fill out, making me look up at his face. His eyes were glazing over, which meant—
I jolted as he grabbed me, kissing me hard. His hands moved all over my body, pulling my clothes off, almost ripping them in the process. Before I knew it, he had me naked. A second later, he pulled away from me, leaving me dazed and breathless.
Grinning wickedly, he turned and ran for the water, yelling out as he jumped in, no doubt because it was cold. I snapped out of my stupor and laughed, thinking it served him right for turning me on, then taking off. He scrambled out of the river, shivering like crazy, but all I could see was his dripping wet body. Like the first time I saw him emerge from water, I wanted to lick every drop off his body, quenching my thirst for him—if that was even possible, since I didn’t think I could ever get enough of Frano.
Noise came from my left, making my head snap around. Several birds emerged from a bush, and flew off. I breathed out; still worried that someone would see us. I bent down and grabbed my underwear off the ground, not comfortable with being naked in public. Even though we were surrounded by trees and bushes, we could still be caught.
Frano rushed forward, making me shriek, his sudden movement startling me. “No, you don’t,” he said, picking me up. He carried me past some bushes and laid me down on the grass, blanketing me with his body. I squealed, his skin cold and wet from the river.
I batted at him to get off. “You’re wet!”
He ignored my protests and started kissing me, stealing my breath away yet again. I stopped batting at him, forgetting what I’d been complaining about. He continued kissing me, those lips of his taking me to Heaven. It was corny, but I didn’t know any other way to describe it.
He pushed my legs apart and prodded my pussy with his cock, then thrust inside of me, groaning as he entered. I stiffened, the realization he wasn’t wearing a condom snapping me out of my bliss.
“Frano! What are you doing?” I said, shoving at his shoulders.
“Making love to my amore.” He took a hold of my hands and pushed them to the ground, his mouth going to mine once more.
I jerked my head to the side. “You’re not wearing a condom.”
“Because I want nothing between us.”
I stared up at him, taken by the possessive look in his eyes. “But you’ll get me pr-pregnant,” I stuttered out, starting to not care, because when he looked at me like that—I would do anything for him.
“Then I will have to marry you.”
“But you said we can’t marry,” I breathed out, not sure if I’d heard right.
“I spoke too soon.” He ran a hand down my face. “That was a thoughtless thing to say before about living together. I don’t want to live in sin with you, you deserve better than that. I want us to live as husband and wife, and if I get you pregnant, my father can’t refuse our union.”
“But my parents will kill me.”
“They will get over it, and once we’re married, neither your parents nor my father can interfere in our lives. It’ll just be you and me.”
I smiled at him. “Really?”
He laughed softly. “You say really a lot, and yes, really.” He bent down and kissed me, then started moving his cock in and out of my pussy, making me keen into the kiss. The first couple of times we’d made love it had hurt, his cock so big, but now it was more pleasure than pain. Although I was starting to wonder whether I was a masochist, because no matter how hard he took me, I still loved it.
I clung onto his back as he made love to me, my man needing me as much as I needed him. He picked up speed, hitting my pussy harder, sending me into ecstasy. I cried out as pure bliss shot through my body. He roared, arching his neck up as we came together, his cock pumping freely inside of me, filling me with both love and a future together.
After he was finished, he rolled off me. “You’re everything I want in a woman,” he said, breathing heavily. He slung an arm over me and pulled me closer. “Everything.”
“And you’re everything I want in a man,” I replied, this time not caring as more birds flew off.
Frano frowned. “The birds are skittish, maybe a storm’s coming. We should probably head back.”
“I’d much rather lay here and kiss you.” I
leaned over to kiss him, jolting at the sound of footsteps.
Frano jerked around. He pushed up and peered over the bush, slowly rising to his feet, his eyes going everywhere. “I can’t see anyone, though, stay here while I double-check.” He rounded the bush, reappearing several seconds later with our clothes. He handed over mine. “Get dressed, we should leave.”
“Did you see someone?” I asked, now worried.
“No.” He looked up at the gray sky. “I’m more concerned about the weather. I think it’s going to pour down.”
“Then, what was the noise?”
“Probably a wild animal.”
Disappointed we didn’t get more time together, I quickly dressed, then followed him to the car. He started up the engine as I clicked on my seat belt. He did a U-turn, heading for the tree-lined road. Something in my peripheral vision caught my eye, making me look out my window. A flash of movement cut between the trees.
“What’s that?” I said.
Frano glanced past me. “I can’t see anything.” He continued driving, appearing unconcerned.
“Well, I definitely saw something,” I said, looking in the rearview mirror.
“Like I said before, probably a wild animal.” He turned into the adjoining road, the sky now heavy with rainclouds. After a short ride, he pulled up next to the rundown cottage. I went to get out. He placed a hand on my lap, stopping me. “Meet me here tomorrow?” he asked.
I nodded, happiness flooding me once more. I prayed I was pregnant with his baby, because then no one could stop me from being with him.
No one.
2
JAGGER
Present
I was sitting at the table, eating my breakfast, not thinking about anything. I was just doing things on autopilot, the way I preferred to pass time. Thinking was bad, because Alberto always came to mind, what he’d done to me making me want to swallow so many pills that I didn’t wake up. I swore, realizing he’d crept back in, the man an eternal nightmare.
I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. I glanced to my left, seeing Camila heading towards me. She was wearing a slip of a dress, which didn’t cover much; her jiggling tits capturing my full attention. I couldn’t help it. Her body was voluptuous, with more curves than a race track.
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