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

looking face? An evil man
shouldn’t look like him. He wasn’t picture perfect like Matteo or
Frano. His features were a bit rough, plus he had wrinkles around
his eyes as well as dark rings under them. It spoke of sleepless
nights, the man an insomniac. But despite all of that, he was still
handsome and his blue eyes drew me in, their pale color striking.
It was what I had latched onto when we had sex for the first
time—his looks. I’d also gone to bed with him willing myself to
think of him as a client. But my clients had never treated my body
like he had. The way he touched me, kissed me, entered me … it felt
good. He actually cared how I felt during sex, often performing
sexual acts on me that would bring me to completion. I could tell
he was genuinely thrilled when I came under his touch. Maybe it was
because the men he’d been with hadn’t reacted to him as I had.
Jagger didn’t like his touch, nor did Matteo. But then again,
Jagger wasn’t gay and Matteo hated the Padre ’s personality. Matteo and the Padre were
like fire and petrol, because when they came together, explosions
always followed. I wished the Padre would just stay away from Matteo, because it was
wrong the way he looked at his nephew with lust. I didn’t like it.
I wanted him to only look at me that way.
    I breathed out, realizing I was
jealous of Matteo, which was wrong on so many levels, especially after what
the Padre had done to him. When they’d first captured me, I had only
been focused on Matteo, the man beyond handsome. But now, all I
wanted was for Matteo to go away so I could have the Padre all to
myself . Which was sick, and something I had to stop before it
turned into more than attraction … more than a crush … before it
fell into the world of obsession and love.
    I lifted the pillow again, willing
myself to kill him. I wanted to have a good man, not a devil.
The Padre called Matteo a demon, but Matteo wasn’t. He had a wicked
sense of humor, but he never hurt people unless they attacked
him—unlike the Padre , who had hurt innocents.
    I lowered the pillow over his
face, but stopped an inch away from it, again unable to kill him. I
should kill the monster for my brother. By doing nothing I was
betraying Jagger. Still, maybe I could help Jagger in another way.
Maybe I could make the Padre only want me so he would leave my brother alone.
It wouldn’t be so bad. I actually looked forward to him coming to
bed: to his touch, to his kisses, to the incredible way he called
me his angel, saying how beautiful and pure I was, even though I
wasn’t. I’d been tainted for so long, had nothing but disgusting
hands touch me, use me… He used me, that was true, but in a way I
enjoyed—wanted.
    Guilt hit me. I deserved to
burn in Hell for thinking that. I hadn’t intended on enjoying it. I
never got attached to a client … but the Padre wasn’t a client, he was my master. I’d
never thought about what it would feel like for the slaves back at
home. I had just assumed it was like my life at the brothel, since
we didn’t have a choice who fucked us. But it wasn’t the same, because, although I didn’t
have control of my body at the brothel, I wasn’t owned by anyone. I
could also leave whenever I wanted to—unlike now, the soldier
outside the door proving that.
    But where would I go to if I escaped
the Padre ? I had no partner back home. Although I idolized Frano, I
could never be with him. He might not be blood, since he had a
different father from Alberto, but it was still wrong to have a
relationship with him. It was also impossible since he wasn’t gay,
plus he considered me a relative. And the only other person I’d had
a crush on was Matteo … and he was a cruel bastard, who constantly
taunted me every time he passed by. Even worse, he did it to
provoke the Padre , because I could tell he had no interest in me. Matteo
liked highly masculine men, which was obvious with the way he
drooled over that muscular soldier he’d