Page 10 of The Beast of London & His Pet

“Your new job is me—my needs, from dawn till dusk. You will work your two-week notice, and then you report to me. I’m a generous man when need be, but you won't need to work,” I said, rubbing my thumb over the lip she bit into.

“I-I’m not a whore!” she spat out angrily.

“You will be anything I tell you to be,piccolo gattino,” I said calling her a little kitten since she was spitting like one. “In fact, I think you would look better dressed up as a kitten.”

My dick was rock solid at the thought of her as my pet. I knew her weakness, it was my job to find it and press on it until I got my way.

“You wouldn't want anything happening to your grandparents, would you?”

She gasped, and before I knew it, I felt her spit land on my face. She moved so fast that she clawed at my face like a vicious cat. I pushed her onto the couch and climbed on top of her.

“You evil fucking bastard, get off me!” she screamed but my sick demented brain loved her angst.

“Yeah? Are you going to make me, Francesca?” I said wiping away her spit off my face.

“You leave my grandparents alone,” she said, promptly bursting into tears.

“Nothing will happen to them if you do as I say,” I said, pulling her up.

I sat down beside her and dragged her onto my lap. She froze when she felt my dick beneath her ass. I ran my hand down her thigh and placed the other around her throat.

“It won't be so bad. Trust me, you will enjoy every nasty thing I do to you and beg for more,” I whispered into her ear. “You have two weeks,gattino.”

“I-I don't think I can do this, Alessio,” she said, saying my name for the first time, and I couldn't wait for her to scream it when she came on my dick.

“Six months is nothing,” I said.

“Six months?” she gasped.

“You sold drugs in my nightclub for months.”

“Legal drugs that made all your customers happy,” she protested.

“That’s irrelevant. No one crosses me in my territory,” I said.

I heard her gulp before she spoke.

“What if I worked it off?”

“You will be working it off,piccolo gattino,” I murmured.

“Stop calling me that,” she snapped before her voice went to a whisper. “No, I can't. I've never done anything like this before.”

“I don't imagine that you have, but this is my price,” I said with a finality that made her gulp several times. I brushed my fingers between her legs until she held her breath. “Two weeks.”

She was attracted to me, and if I slipped my hand down her jeans, I knew she would be wet because I could feel her rapid pulse on her neck.

“Rocco will be driving you from now on, and I will keep you informed on my expectations, Kitten,” I said, rubbing the seam of her jeans until her breath became uneven. “You're mine now.”

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“What happened to your face, boss,” Salvio asked as his eyes narrowed on my cheek.

My stubble hadn’t quite covered my little kitten’s claw mark.

“I got a kitten, but she is still a little wild,” I said with a straight face.

“You got a kitten? You, Alessio Caruso?”

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