Read My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 10 Stalked Online

Authors: Marita A. Hansen

Tags: #fbi, #romance, #soap opera, #erotica, #mafia, #kidnapped, #captive, #italians

My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 10 Stalked (10 page)

His
hands moved behind my back and started undoing my bra. Only moments
ago my boyfriend had wanted to do this, yet I’d denied him. But
Frano…

He
removed my blouse and bra and pushed me onto his bed, then latched
onto one of my breasts with his mouth. I thrust my chest up and let
out a cry of pleasure as he started suckling on me. My fingers
speared into his hair, gripping onto him for dear life, making sure
he didn’t pull away, because this was pure ecstasy.

He let
go of my breast and detached my hands from his hair. Before I could
complain, he removed my shoes then yanked down my jeans and
panties, pulling them completely off.

He
pushed up and started undoing his pants, the hunger on his face
making my pussy ache. With a look of pure unadulterated lust, he
shunted his pants down, his cock springing free. No, it was more
than lust, it was love. He loved me and I loved him. I hadn’t known
what it was when I first met him, thought it was just desire and
want, but deep down I knew it was love. I didn’t believe in love at
first sight, but now, looking at him standing naked before me, his
powerful body, that stunning face of his: I couldn’t remember not
loving him.

He grabbed me around the waist and moved me up the bed, then
settled in between my thighs, his lips going to mine. “I want
you,
bella
,” he
mumbled against them. “I’ve wanted you ever since I saw you.” He
moved his mouth to my ear, kissing and teasing it, making me
groan.

“
I love you so much,” I said.

He
stopped and moved his face in front of mine. “What did you
say?”

I looked
up at him with pure idolization. “I love you.”

He closed his eyes. “
Dio
mio
, what have I done?”

Panic
began to flood me. Was he changing his mind? No! I wouldn’t let
him. He was mine. My hand moved down to his cock, making his eyes
shoot open. He curved his neck and let out a loud groan as I began
to move my hand up and down the hard, thick shaft. I wanted it
inside of me, needed him inside of me, claiming me, owning me. Once
we were joined, he couldn’t change his mind.

I angled
his cock to my opening, gasping as I pushed the head partway in.
The tightness, the pain; it was too much. I let go, not sure if I
could handle it now. I’d never had sex before, and he was so big.
Before I could say anything, to tell him I was a virgin, he pushed
in more, making me cry out, the pain intense.

“
Dio
!” he yelled to God, obviously
feeling pain too, but instead of stopping he pushed more in, crying
out again.

I bit my
lip to stop from screaming. It felt like he was ripping me in two.
I placed my hands on his ass, wanting to stop him, but he pushed in
more, penetrating me completely. My mind screamed, but my voice
remained silent. His cock was causing me so much pain, yet it was
coupled with intense pleasure from being with him.

He
looked down at me. “Amazing,” he said.

He
started moving in and out of me, the rub and pull beyond anything I
could describe. I stared up at him, using his perfect face as an
anchor to cope with the pain each thrust was causing. After I don’t
know how long, the pain finally started subsiding, then pleasure
sparked through me, growing more intense by the second.

He bent
down and kissed me, murmuring how beautiful I was. I didn’t think I
was, but his words made me feel it, and if I wasn’t, he wouldn’t be
with me like this, because he was perfection.

“
Cuore mio, anima mia, vita mia
,” I
said to him.

He
stilled inside of me, his eyes so wide, then he smiled and brushed
my hair aside. “You are my heart, my soul, my life too.”

I
couldn’t believe he was saying my words back to me. He’d told me to
go away on the first day we’d met, yet now he was saying I was
everything to him. We had barely seen each other; hadn’t even
dated, but then again, I was always thinking about him, and
imagining him holding me like this and uttering words of love. And
now he was saying he thought the same way. I was in a dream; I had
to be, because this couldn’t be real.

“
Sembra che sto sognando quando sto con te
,” I said, telling him I felt like I was dreaming when I was
with him.

“
I feel the same way.” He leaned down and kissed
me.

I kissed
him back with so much passion. I wanted him, I needed him; he was
mine, no one else’s, not his fiancé’s. MINE.

And I
would do anything for him.

Episode 11

Coming in July

About the Author

Marita
A. Hansen
is from New Zealand. She loves
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