My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 8 Questions (4 page)

“
S
ì
, I’m known to be rather generous,” he said,
grinning at me.

I laughed
. “If you’re going to be
cheeky, you might get ridden a bit too hard.”

“
I want you to ride me
hard.”

“
Then I shall please us
both.”
I
climbed over his legs and placed the head of his cock at my
entrance. With a smile, I pushed down, penetrating myself. I cried
out, Frano’s cock stretching me to the point of pain, my smile now
gone. He grabbed my hips and took over, calmly thrusting upwards,
burying himself balls deep. I leaned forward and latched onto his
biceps, pulling out a little, needing to adapt to his size. He
thrust up again, lifting his ass off the bed, his eyes pleading
with me to accept all of him.

“
Frano,
please wait,” I said, barely getting
the words out.

He grabbed a hold of the
headboard, making me lose my grip on his arms. I fell on top of
him, then pushed back up, placing my hands on his chest this time.
He smiled at me sexily, then thrust up, penetrating me again, his
stomach muscles straining with each movement. He continued to slide
in and out of me, the stretch again becoming unbearable, the
rubbing too intense, but fuck, it felt amazing. Breathing out, I
pushed back, sitting on him to flatten his body to the bed. Even
with him underneath
me, he was still
trying to take control, which I wasn’t going to
allow, because I was going to ride him my way.

I started rocking back and
forth, panting
as each motion rubbed against my clit.

His hands moved to my
hips, forcing me to
stop, his grip tight. “Slow down, I plan to enjoy your body all day
long,
bella.
”

I did what he
asked
,
enjoying the pleasure sweeping across his face, which was
hypnotizing to see. I leaned down and kissed his lips. Frano opened
his mouth for me, tangling his tongue with mine. His grip on me
slackened. I pulled back from the kiss and started riding him
again. His gorgeous red lips stayed parted, although his eyelids
lowered, the man looking at me with longing.

He
cupped my breasts and started
tweaking my nipples, making me desperately want him to suckle on
them. As if he could read my mind, he pulled me down and started
licking at my right nipple, then sucked part of the breast into his
mouth, the man rough, giving me hard nips, probably paying me back
for biting him on his thigh. But I enjoyed every little nip and
tease of his teeth.

I
pushed my breast more into his mouth.
He jerked his head to the side, making me beg, “Keep
going.”

He laughed low. “Only
w
hen you
deep throat me without complaint.”

“
So, this is
pay
back?”

He grinned.
“
S
ì
.
When you fuck the boss, you do what he says.”

“
You’re not my boss, you don’t
pay me.”

He thrust up. “You should
pay
me
for this.”

“
Then that would make me the
boss and you my bitch to do what I demand of you.” I laid down on
him and angled myself so my clit was directly over his cock. I
started rubbing on him, using his body for my own
pleasure.

“
What the hell are you doing?”
he said.

“
If I have to pay you, I’m going
to make sure I get my money’s worth,” I replied, almost choking as
my clit rubbed against his cock just right. “Which means: I’m
coming first.”

“
Is this a competition
now?”

“
Yes.” I continued to rub
on him, the man pure pleasure.

Wrapping his arms around
me
, he
rolled me and pulled out, then pushed me onto my front. I gasped as
he penetrated me from behind, fucking me hard, what he was doing
making me want to come instantly. “Yes, yes,” I said, “I’m going
to—”

He
removed his cock and bolted off me.
“No you don’t, you’re not coming until I say.” He grabbed me and
flipped me onto my back, then pulled me closer, placing my ass at
the edge of the bed and my legs over his shoulders. He lifted my
ass off the mattress and impaled my pussy, then immediately started
fucking me again, the look on his face carnal. I cried out as he
slammed into me, burying himself deeper than I thought humanly
possible. It sent shockwaves through my body, making me almost pass
out from the force of my orgasm. He continued pounding me, then,
with a roar, he slammed into me one last time, his cock jerking
inside of me. I cried out again, coming a second time, the feeling
incredible. After a moment, he pulled out and swung me around onto
the bed, then lay down next to me.

“
I
won,” he breathed out.

I ignored him as my body kept going, the
pleasure below building up again.

“
Are you still coming?” he
said, sounding surprised.

“
Shut up,” I muttered, not
wanting it to stop.

He grabbed my pussy, pressing his thumb
against my clit. I gasped and arched up, a last burst making me cry
out his name, the third orgasm not as strong as the other two, but
still fucking great. I shuddered, then fell back onto the bed, my
brain cells fried. The bed shifted around me, then I felt his mouth
on me below, making me jerk in surprise. I looked down at his head,
finding him licking my pussy.

“
What the fuck?” I breathed
out.

He peered up at me with a grin. “I wanted
to see what you tasted like after you came.”

“
You’re strange.” I reached down
and placed my hand on his head gently, weary of hurting it. “But,
keep going, I don’t mind.”

He
licked my clit, then nipped it,
causing me to yelp. He laughed, then licked it again, making me
wonder if he was up for going again.

He pulled back with a smirk. “I
win.”

“
Nope, I’m clearly the winner. I
came three times.”

His eyes went wide. “You
came
three
times?”

“
Yup.”

“
Then I’m the winner,
because
I
made you come multiple times without even trying,
whereas
you
only made me come once.”

“
No way, I’m still the
winner. Not my fault you go brain dead after the first
spurt.”

He
bent down and bit my thigh, making me
yelp again. “I don’t take losing well,” he said, looking like he
was going to laugh. “Or women biting my thigh.”

I rubbed
the red mark. “I didn’t bite
you that hard, and you need to keep your teeth to yourself, you big
bad wolf.”

He frowned.

“
What’s wrong?” I
said.

He moved up the bed and laid
down next to me.
“I’m finding it hard to accept you’re Sophia,” he said,
running his fingers through my hair.

“
What brought that
on?
”

“
Sophia nicknamed me the big bad
wolf.”

“
Stop talking to me like I’m not
Sophia,” I said, “and why don’t you think I can be her, me,
whatever?”

“
I never said I didn’t accept
you as Sophia, I said I find it hard to. I thought you were dead.”
He took a hold of my head and leaned in, kissing me on the lips. He
pulled back, leaving me breathless. “And, now I have you here, I
won’t ever let you go.”

“
I don’t want to leave either,”
I said, leaning forward for another kiss.

He returned the kiss, then pulled back
again, his face going serious. “You’ve changed so much.” He ran his
fingers down my cheek. “It’s why I didn’t realize it was you. You
still resemble your younger self, but not enough to say without a
doubt it’s you. When you were younger, you were soft and
full-figured, now you’re all angles, with tight muscles. Your
cheekbones are more prominent too. Maybe it’s because you lost the
baby fat; I don’t know, but it did throw me.”

“
Of course I’ve changed,
it’s been seven years.”

“
But, your
changes are extreme, not only
in your body, but your personality. When you were younger, you were
such a sweetheart, now...” he sighed. “What happened to make you so
vicious?”

“
Vicious in what
way?”

“
The way you knocked me out and
raped me.”

“
You raped me too,” I
snapped, upset he’d brought that up again.

“
I was never a good man,
whereas you were such a sweet girl.”

I shook my
head
,
knowing I was never sweet. “I hid my bad side from
everyone.”

“
No, you were definitely sweet,”
he said, turning onto his side to face me.

“
I slapped you that first day we
met.”

“
I deserved it.”

“
It still wasn’t a nice thing
for me to do, and why are you looking at me like that?” I said, not
liking his intense stare. It made me feel like I was being
cross-examined.

“
You don’t make
sense
,” he
said.

“
Why’s that?”

“
Why don’t you have an Italian
accent, even a slight one? If you are Sophia, which I’m not saying
you aren’t, you would’ve left at seventeen. That means you would
have some accent, but you sound fully American. So, why don’t you
have one?”

“
I
used to get English lessons and I was
fascinated with American television,” I replied, feeling happy I
was able to answer him.

“
W
hy are you smiling?” he asked.

“
I
only just remembered that. You seem
to trigger a lot of my memories.”

He sat
up straight, looking excited. “Then
tell me how you got to America?”

I
frowned. “I can’t
remember.”

“
Okay. What about the FBI? Why
did you join them if you were
mafioso
?”

“
I didn’t remember
being in the mafia;
I don’t even remember my family.”

“
But, you told me you remembered
your brother being handicapped.”

“
I meant as a whole. I remember
my brother vaguely, but not the others. I think it was because he
was with me when I was being drowned.” I covered my mouth, fear now
coursing through me. “Did he survive?”

“
S
ì
, he did,” Frano said, “but he lost his mind and
had to be put into a mental institute.” He placed a hand behind my
head and pulled me to his chest. “I’m sorry.”

I slipped one of my arms around him. “It’s
not your fault. None of this is your fault, it’s those Donatelli.
They destroy everything they touch.” I let go of him and sat up.
“Like Camila will do. If you marry her, she’ll bring nothing but
pain into your life.”

“
I need what she offers. The
twins have to die along with Matteo. I also need an alliance, and
she’s right, my
famiglia
is suffering financially. We were on the verge of
bankruptcy prior to taking down the House of Whores. We owe a good
many people. The sales from the House of Whores will only cover our
debts.”

“
I thought you were a
wealthy family.”

“
We pretend to be. My father
made a grave error of judgment a few years back due to his
dementia. We lost millions of dollars because of it.”

“
I understand, but what about my
family? We can ask them for help. I will contact them, tell them
what has happened. If our two families can link together, we can be
strong enough without needing Camila.”

“
Your
famiglia
left the island seven years ago. I
don’t know if they have money, let alone whether they are still in
the transportation business.”

“
Transportation?”

“
They transported my
famiglia’s
slaves until my
father had a falling out with yours, which is another reason why
they probably won’t help me.”

“
But, if I
asked.”

“
I hardly see them talking to me
nicely after all the bad blood that has happened between our
families.”

“
That was because of your
father. You are now the Don and with my help we’ll win them over as
allies.”

“
So, you will fight for
me?”

“
Of course.”

He smiled. “Such a faithful
lover.”

I smiled back. “So, I’m your lover
now, not your slave?”

“
S
ì
, and you will get a room regardless of what
Camila says.”

“
Which means: you’re still going
through with this sham of a wedding.”

“
You said that with such venom.”
His smile widened. “Do I detect some jealousy?”