My Masters' Nightmare, Season 1 / Episode 13 Read Online Free

wants me to suffer.”
    “ He won’t turn down a
couple million.”
    Her eyes widened.
“You’ d pay
that much for me?”
    “ That’s the normal price my
father pays for slaves.”
    Her eyes almost popped out of her
head. “You want to buy me?”
    “ I wouldn’t be buying
you; that’s
just what I’d tell my famiglia if they asked. I was promised a pleasure slave for
my birthday. I’ll just use the money on you, and when we get you to
safety, you can leave or stay; whatever you want.”
    She smiled at me, then leaned forward.
“ Grazie
mille ,” she
murmured against my lips.
    “ You’re welcome,” I said,
pulling back. “Now, the next time Christo comes in, let me do all the
talking.”
    She nodded.
    “ Bene. And don’t worry,” I added. “It’ll all
work out.”
     

 
    3
    THIERRY
    I sat across from the Padre , who was fast asleep. He was lying on a spare bed in a
doctor’s home, wearing an ordinary T-shirt and boxers, his injured
leg wrapped in a bandage. The doctor had given him a sedative to
make him sleep, since he’d been in quite a lot of pain from the
stab wound.
    I didn’t understand why I’d reacted the
way I had when he’d been attacked. He was the enemy, yet I’d thrown
my body across his to protect him. I should’ve left his niece to
kill him. He’d tormented my brother for years and from a young age.
He’d also kidnapped me, basically turning me into a sex slave, the
man’s sexual appetite enormous. He deserved to die for what he’d
done and for what he would continue to do.
    Pushing out of my chair, I went to him,
gently slipping his pillow out from under his head. He didn’t wake,
not even a twitch. I raised the pillow over his face, knowing I
could kill him without anyone finding out. The soldiers trusted me,
probably because I’d risked my life for him. We also slept in the
same bed, the Padre not bothering to cuff me. For some reason he also trusted
me. He thought I was an angel, often telling me I was beautiful.
And his expression when he looked at me … he truly cared for me.
Not many people cared for me. Frano and Jagger did, but that was
it, unless I counted my dead mother. Plus, they were family, so
they were obliged to love me. Instead, I wanted someone who loved
me for me, not because I was their cousin, brother, or son. I’d
never had that before. All the men who had come to me when I was a
prostitute hadn’t cared about me. They only wanted to feel good,
not to make me feel good. But the Padre … he genuinely wanted me to enjoy being
with him, and to my shame, I did. I liked his body. He was nothing
but muscle, a big hulk of a man. His body truly excited me. I even
liked his strange cock, because it brought me pleasure, not pain,
unlike my customers and Alberto. Alberto had been so cruel. He’d
never loosened me, just shoved his cock inside of me, ignoring my
crying. The Padre in comparison usually warmed me up. He often kissed me
while he did it, murmuring words of love and desire.
    I retracted the pillow, knowing I
couldn’t kill him. Not only because I wasn’t a murderer, but
because…
    I turned away from him, upset
that I actually cared for the man. I barely knew him, but in the
short time we’d been together, I’d started to grow attached to him.
It wasn’t love, just an attraction … and a sick one, because he was
an evil and crazy man. He often talked to the Devil as well as
people who weren’t there. Though, if truth be told, it didn’t
really bother me, because my mother had been like that, the drugs
she took making her hallucinate. Instead, the only time I got
scared with him was when he got jealous. He truly terrified me then,
because his face turned nasty, his pale eyes so vicious. In those
moments, I knew he was capable of beating me. He hadn’t done it
yet, just spanked me. But at least the spanking wasn’t bad, since
it turned me on.
    Dieu! I was sick.
    I turned back to him, my eyes
going to his face. Why did he have such a nice