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“You’re a very bad girl, Francesca, and I will enjoy drawing out every last bit of that badness out of you in the filthiest way possible,” he said as he worked his fingers beneath my underwear out.

I think our first date was going well. There was zero blood spilt—so far.

Chapter 9

Alessio

I knew Nero would keep an eye on the man who interrupted our dinner. My conscious effort to remain a gentleman for the evening went out of the window when she started a food fight. Her impromptu kiss, however, made my cock rock hardagain. Tonight, I needed more and I would take it.

My little Kitten’s pussy weeped for me again. Her deep dark green coloured dress was off shoulder and highlighted her olive coloured skin. The tight material clung to her curves. I wished the silky length was shorter so I could see her legs and pussy.

There would be no birth control pills or IUD for my wife and I. She would take my seed as nature intended. Her breath became uneasy when I slowly began to finger her pussy. Her grip around my neck tightened and her eyes closed in pleasure.

“Do you want a taste of what it will be like to belong to the Beast,piccolo gattino?” I asked, rubbing her wet clit to torment her.

“Y-Yes,” she said, stammering over the simple word.

“Good girl,” I said, withdrawing my fingers from her pussy.

I used the napkin to wipe my fingers before I picked up my phone to reserve a room at Club X. It was time for Francesca to feel some pain with her pleasure.

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Nero returned to the car with her black kitten mask and handed it to me. I placed it over Francesca’s confused face and fastened it at the back, avoiding her hair.

“We are at Club X. It’s a BDSM club,” I said casually when she turned to face me with curious eyes.

After I had cleaned my face and while Francesca was in the bathroom, I gave Nero my instructions. Nero held the door open for us, and I stepped out first before helping Francesca out. We walked through the black doors, and she looked around beneath her mask as I checked in at reception. I avoided the main staged area and pulled her towards another door, leading to the private rooms.

As we were about to go in, I saw Stefanos Karalis with an almost naked woman crawling behind him in a dog outfit. He paused when he spotted me before he smirked at me.

“Is the Beast of London here to blow off some steam?” he asked before he held his hand out to me.

The Greek tycoon had a small wine importing company within his vast empire, and our paths crossed professionally from time to time.

“Stefanos, yes something like that. I’m sorry to hear about your father. My condolences,” I said, gripping his hand.

His face twisted in anger, and he yanked on the leash he held, jerking the dark-haired woman forward. Francesca’s hand tightened in mine, and I squeezed it to try and reassure her.

“I’m blowing some steam off myself with my little bitch here. Say hello, Amari,” he said and the woman lifted her head and barked twice.

Francesca moved closer to me and I nodded to Stefanos.

“This is my fiancée, Francesca,” I said hoping to redirect his anger away from his sub.

He glanced at Francesca and smiled tightly.

“Congratulations, Alessio. I hope you're a better husband than my father was,” he said.

“Let’s catch up sometime,” I said, wondering what had happened since he had been close to his father.

He nodded before turning to Francesca.

“Lovely to meet you, Francesca,” he said politely before he continued down the hallway.

“What the fuck? How can he treat her like that?” Francesca said, watching them walk and crawl away.

She winced when he tugged on her leash close to those double doors, and she fell with her face landing beside his feet. He placed his foot on her head while he talked rapidly to her. He leaned down and smacked her bare ass before removing his foot. If he wasn't careful, he could get banned from the club.

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