My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 11 Consummation by Marita A. Hansen

let me go, I left
him.”
    “ If he didn’t fight for you,
then he let you go. I would’ve fought tooth and nail to get you
back—and would’ve succeeded.”
    She smiled. “You’re very sure of
yourself.”
    I shrugged. “Women can’t resist
me.”
    She laughed. “You’re just saying all of
this to cheer me up.”
    “ Maybe, maybe not.” I jerked my
head to the side. “Now, let’s go, Andriena doesn’t like being away
from me.”
    We headed down the passage and
the staircase, finding Andriena talking to Frano in the entrance,
with two guards standing nearby, along with Camila and Rita.
Andriena turned as we neared them, gracing me with one of her
lovely smiles. She had long, wavy black hair and the most beautiful
blue eyes, which were rimmed in Kohl. Coupled with her loose-fitted
pants and silk blouse, she looked exotic, making me want to push
her up against a wall and rip her clothes off. I felt my cock
twitch, the bastard on permanent overdrive. But I couldn’t fuck
Andriena, especially not after she’d been raped by my famiglia ’s soldiers. My eldest brother had dealt with the men,
killing the ringleader with his own hands, but it didn’t stop the
poor woman from suffering. I’d heard her cry out in her sleep,
nightmares plaguing her. I knew the feeling. I’d woken up for years
after my kidnapping in a cold sweat, fighting my covers, thinking
the men who’d taken me were digging that knife into my back again,
cutting out a hateful message, because my father had refused to pay
the ransom. Only sex wore me out enough to send me into a dreamless
sleep. Sex was my drug, and I fucking needed it all the
time.
    I wondered how I was going to cope with
leaving the D’Angelo house. My addiction had grown worse since
being here. The female pleasure slaves downstairs satisfied my
every whim, doing whatever I asked of them without
complaint. Merda , yesterday I’d fucked seven of them, and still could’ve
gone back for more. It wouldn’t be like that back at my famiglia home. We had no
pleasure slaves and the maids were unattractive, all chosen so my
brothers and I didn’t get tempted. It was because my second oldest
brother, who hired the servants, was an uptight prude, who didn’t
approve of sex outside of marriage. Fuck, Salvatore pissed me off.
He was a self-righteous stronzo , who needed to butt out of my life.
    I breathed out, knowing I
would have
to go on the prowl again, something I was dreading. I hated the
games some women made me play. I just wanted sex, not to court
them, especially since there was no way I could get tied down—not
even if the female was as beautiful and sweet as Andriena. Thank
God I didn’t have to marry her now; because once we were safe in
my famiglia compound, Pedro couldn’t do merda to us.
    “ Are you
alright ,
Alessandro?” Andriena asked, snapping me out of my
thoughts.
    I nodded, my mind returning to her
predicament. “You sure you want to go to my home? I can take you
someplace else if it’s going to upset you.”
    “ You said the soldiers who hurt
me are gone, and anyway, you’ll be safer with your famiglia. ”
    “ True,” I said, concerned with how fast
the mafia war was escalating, my family now involved in it. “I just
don’t want you to go through anymore than you already
have.”
    “ As long as I’m with you,
I’ll be fine.”
    I nodded again; worried she was
becoming attached to me. I couldn’t commit to her, my need for sex
insatiable. It was why I’d begged my father to buy a porn studio,
which he’d done, allowing me to take charge of it. I’d reveled in
it, picking the best-looking women to fuck to my heart’s content.
Then my father had gotten ill within weeks of purchasing the
business, and my mother had taken over. Fuck! The look on her face
when she’d found out what I’d been up to. I was sure she was going
to castrate me. Yet, to my surprise, she agreed to keep the
business, as long as I didn’t perform. But that was the whole