My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 11 Consummation (3 page)

I went to open my bedroom door,
stepping back in surprise as it opened from within. Honey
emerg
ed from
it, her eyes widening upon seeing me.

“
What the fuck are you doing in
my room?!” I snapped.

“
I wanted to tidy it for
you.”

“
I clean my own
room.”

Her lips quivered. “I’m sorry. I promise I
won’t upset you again.” She slipped past me, disappearing down the
staircase.

Exhaling
, I entered my room, getting
even more annoyed as Camila barged past me. “Get out,” I
said.

She turned to me, backing
me
against
the wall. “You don’t really want that, do you?” she said, reaching
for my pants.

“
Get your hands off him!” a
woman yelled.

My head whipped
around, surprised
to find a furious-looking Bianca standing by my bed. But it was the
anger on Camila’s face that made me move fast. I grabbed her before
she could attack Bianca, the banshee screaming and yelling that she
was going to kill my ex-lover.

“
Stop it!” I snapped, lifting
her off her feet.

She struggled against me, still trying
to get at Bianca.

“
Bianca. O
ut!” I shouted.

Bianca shook her head, the
woman just as strong-willed as Camila, if not more so when it came
to me. “Make
her
leave, you owe me that much,” she said.

Camila continued to scream, cursing Bianca
to hell and back.

I placed a hand over her mouth,
muffling her yells.
“Open the door, then.”

Bianca walked past us, which set Camila
off even more. She started kicking at my legs, trying to get free
from me. I yelled out as she got me in the shins. As soon as Bianca
opened the door, I shoved Camila out of my room, quickly closing
the door. Wincing from her kicks, I leaned against the surface,
definitely not wanting to let her back in.

Bianca grabbed my face and kissed
me.

I jerked my head to the side.
“Don’t,
Bianca.”

“
Why not?!” she yelled, her
anger taking me by surprise. “You’re mine, not that
troia
’s.”

“
I’m not either of yours, and I
told you not to come into my room uninvited. And why were you in
here with Honey?”

Her face
darkened
.
“She wanted to tidy your room, but I told her to leave. And I’m in
here because it’s the only way to see you. Why have you been
avoiding me?”

I grimaced, knowing I couldn’t upset her
like I’d done to Honey. Bianca had almost died for me; I at least
owed her the truth. “I lied to you,” I said.

She frowned. “About what?”

“
When you came to visit me at
the House of Whores, I said I loved you, and that I would leave the
island with you. I lied. I said it so you would kill
Alberto.”

She started shaking her head, the hurt
in her eyes already telling me she knew it was true.

“
I’m sorry;
I didn’t know you would get
hurt.” I touched the bandage on her nose. The rest of her face had
healed from Alberto’s attack, her visage beautiful once more. She
was everything I should want—
but didn’t.
Maybe it was because she was nice like Honey, both
of them dedicated and loving, unlike Camila—and Sophia.

The memory of seeing
Frano
fucking Sophia behind some bushes returned; something that
had happened so long ago. I’d been standing by the river when
they’d arrived in Frano’s car. Not wanting to explain why I was
there, I’d rushed behind a bush, their arrival having interrupted a
suicide attempt. After she’d rejected me on my birthday, I knew
she’d gone to him for sex, but to actually see them do it—it broke
me even more. I’d told her everything about the
Padre
,
yet all she cared about was fucking my
cousin. She didn’t give a
merda
about me. She could’ve stopped the
Padre
from raping me
further. The
Padre
had visited me the night she’d run out on me, giving me a
birthday I wished I could forget.

Bianca
blinked at me, looking surprised that
I had lied about loving her, which she shouldn’t, since I’d lied to
her for most of our relationship. I’d only fucked her to piss off
Alberto, something I’d failed miserably at, considering all he’d
wanted was me.

The door banged behind me,
Camila cursing at me for shutting her out. I ignored the
troia
, wanting to give Bianca my full attention. I needed to
finally sever ties with her—for good.

“
I’m sorry for
ever
ything
you went through for me,” I said.

“
I almost died,” she replied,
her blue eyes begging me to tell her I still loved her. It was the
same look of desperation that Honey gave me. But I couldn’t tell
her something that wasn’t true. Instead, she needed to move on and
find someone who would love her like she deserved.

“
I’m not worth dying for,” I
finally said, “and I’m not worth your time either.”

“
No, you’re everything to
me.”
She
placed a hand on my arm.

I moved her hand off me, giving it a
gentle squeeze before letting go. “I’m nothing, always was and
always will be, so please don’t make me be cruel to you like I was
to Honey. You deserve better.”

She clenched her hands;
hurt still clouding
her blue eyes. They were softer than Camila’s, more caring, but it
didn’t change a thing—I didn’t want or love Bianca. I wasn’t sure
if I could ever love a woman again, and I definitely didn’t want to
let another one get close to me like I had with Sophia.

“
What I deserve is you,” she
finally said. She moved closer, looking as though she was going to
kiss me. I stepped to the side and opened the door, relieved that
Camila had left.

“
Please leave,” I
said.

Her face screwed up, looking
like she was close to tears
. “I
am
leaving. Frano’s sending me to the Santini household.
That’s why I’m here; I want you to come with me.”

I shook my head. “I have another place
to be.”

“
Please, Jagger, no one will
love you more than me.”

“
The
Padre
used to tell me he loved me more than life
itself, yet it didn’t stop him from making my life a living
hell.”

She
went stiff. “What?”

“
Alberto did too; he said he
loved me while he raped me. Honey also declared her love for me.
Now she’s stalking me. You all love me, yet it always ends
badly—because I love none of you. I haven’t loved someone since
Sophia, and now I don’t even love her. I’m dead inside, Bianca. I
don’t want to love anyone; I just want to be left alone, because
that way I won’t get hurt.”

“
I won’t hurt you.” She went to
touch my face.

I slapped her hand away, now angry she
wasn’t listening. “If you fucking love me, then leave!”

She jerked
back
.
“Jagger, don’t—”

“
No!” I cut her off. “You all
say you love me, but you don’t truly mean it if you try to force me
into doing things I don’t want. Can’t you all get it into your
heads, I can’t love anyone. All I feel is hate.”

Her eyes began
welling up, but
unlike Honey she nodded. Without a word, she disappeared through
the doorway, leaving me standing there, shocked that someone had
actually listened to me. People never listened, they always took
what they wanted, using me—breaking me. I wasn’t a human being to
them; I was just a beautiful object they wanted to own.

I did
n’t know how long I stood there for,
stunned that she’d cared enough to leave, but I finally snapped out
of it. I had a job to do—to save my brother. I grabbed my phone off
the cabinet and stuffed it into my back pocket, then went for the
door. I headed down the staircase and into the corridor that led to
the room with the passageway out of the house.

As I reached it, footsteps caught my
attention. I glanced over my shoulder, finding Camila following me.
“Leave me be, Camila,” I said, beyond frustrated with her. I
entered the room, closing the door behind me.

She pushed it
open
, making
me stagger back, a sudden dizziness coming over me. I rubbed at my
eyes, trying to clear my vision. The door slammed shut, grabbing my
attention. Camila was heading for me, her form blurring. I blinked
rapidly, finally clearing my vision.

“
Why are you in here? You’re not
dressed to work out,” she said, referring to my black pants and
button-down shirt. Gym equipment took up one side of the room,
while a sofa bed and a wardrobe lined the other wall.

“
What’s it to you?” I replied,
still not feeling right. Maybe I was just tired. I hadn’t slept
well since I’d stopped taking drugs, which were more trouble than
they were worth.

Camila crossed her arms over
her chest.
“I know there’s a passageway out of the house, and since
you mentioned wanting to get Thierry back, I knew you’d make a move
eventually.”

“
Is that why you’ve been
stalking me?”

“
No, I’ve been stalking you
because I want to fuck you.” She stepped closer, running a hand
over my crotch.

I grabbed her wrist. “Don’t touch me
without permission.”

Her eye
brows quirked. “As I recall, you
touched me without permission yesterday, so it’s my turn to touch
you.”

I shoved her hand away. “I’m busy, so
leave.”

“
There’s no use going after your
brother, I’m already working on getting him released.”

“
How?” I asked, now interested
in what she had to say.

“
Don’t worry your pretty head
about it; I’ve got it all sorted.”

I glared at her. “Don’t patronize
me.”

She cocked her head to the side, her eyes
running up and down my body again, stripping me naked with her
gaze. “I don’t want to patronize you, I want to dominate
you.”

“
Get in line
.”

“
There’s no one here but you and
me, so looks like you have to service me.” She slipped her dress
over her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, revealing barely
there red lingerie. She stepped out of the dress. “Pick it up,” she
said.

“
You dropped
it.”

“
Pick it up.”

Annoyed,
I bent down and grabbed it to
shut her up, the movement unbalancing me. I steadied myself, the
dizziness disappearing again. Camila reached behind her back and
undid her bra, sending it to the floor too. My eyes zeroed in on
her tits, the beautiful mounds making my cock harden.

“
Pick
up my bra,” she said.

I looked up at her
face
. “I’m
not playing your games, Camila.”

She tweaked her nipples, drawing my
attention back to her tits. “Pick it up.”

“
No,” I croaked out, the woman
now torturing me
. I wanted to squeeze my cock in between her tits, until I
shot all over her face and neck.

“
If you pick it up, I’ll take
off my panties.”

Without thought, I reached down and swiped
her bra off the floor, lowering my eyes to her pussy as she
shimmied out of her panties, which I also picked up, knowing she
would ask.

She said something, but I kept my gaze on
her pussy, feeling my resolve start to crumble.

“
Take
off your clothes,” she said
loudly.

I snapped out of my fixation. “Fuck
off.”

“
No, fuck you.” Smiling,
she
walked
past me, smacking my ass along the way. I turned around and watched
as she sat down on the sofa bed. She spread her legs wide, giving
me a beautiful view of her pussy.

“
I have to go,” I said
reluctantly, the
woman definitely tempting me.

“
No, you have to
come
,” she crooked her finger at me, “and service
me.”

I screwed my face
up
. “Service
yourself, you arrogant
troia.
”

She placed her fingers on
either side of her folds, showing me heaven. My cock jerked in
response, screaming at me to take her, to give her what she
wanted—what
I
wanted.

“
Didn’t you enjoy this
yesterday?” she asked, dipping a finger inside her
pussy.

I breathed out, the
troia
affecting me far
too much. I hated her—yet I loved her body. I preferred having
something to hold onto when I fucked a woman. Her body was much
more to my taste than Rita’s hard physique, my ex nothing like the
girl she once was.