Page 22 of The Beast of London & His Pet

Too busy to text. Whatever.

I could have texted, but I was too stubborn.

Me:I will see you on Saturday.

La Bestia:Tonight.

Me:Fine, don't come at me when I slice your skin up with my lethal toenails.

La Bestia:I’m willing to take the risk.

I pictured slicing up his beastly dick with my toenails, and that made me happy. In my head, they were precise little scalpels, but reality was a fucker. I probably wouldn't get my foot anywhere near his dick.

???

I was so, very, very wrong. My shoe was off, and I had my bare foot resting on his dick. I rubbed his dick in a circular motion until I felt the beast rise to the challenge. He definitely wouldn't need any Viagra for another few years.

“Do you want to do this here, Kitten?” Alessio asked with his fork paused midway to his mouth.

“Do what? You deserve to see my misshaped toenails,” I said before innocently scooping up a fork full of the delicious mashed potatoes.

He should have known better to bring me out in public after the strawberry tart debacle.

He glanced down at his crotch before he looked at me again.

“It’s almost as if you're begging to be whipped, Kitten,” he drawled but adjusted my foot and trapped it there between his legs.

He dabbed his mouth with a napkin and waved Nero over, while I tried to free my foot. Nero eyed me suspiciously but bent down as Alessio spoke to him. I tried to lean over, but he was done before I could hear anything. Nero stood up and stalked away.

“He won't harm the girl. I invited him and his family to the wedding, but Stefanos is in Greece,” Alessio said, drawing my attention away from Nero.

“Amari?” I asked.

“She is in Greece, too,” he said as I frowned.

Hmm.How convenient.

“Do you want dessert tonight?” Alessio asked with a suspiciously mischievous look.

“Isn’t dessert the whole point in eating out? Rocco should do a better job of spying on me if you don't know that.”

Alessio waved to a waiter and requested the dessert menu while I gave up trying to free my foot from his incredibly strong thigh muscles. I relaxed and decided his company was worth the free food I got in return.

After all, fine food and drink was a way of life for Italians.

Chapter 13

Alessio

I observed my future wife order, not one but two desserts. She wasn't much of a drinker but loved eating, which turned me on. Any other woman would peruse a menu for so long until it pissed me off. The list was endless: low carb, low fat, meat-free, gluten-free, non-dairy. I wouldn't bother with dating but a man had needs. I glanced at the doorway as diners were turned away. There weren't too many people left in the restaurant.

It wasn't something I would need to worry about again since I had my kitten to tend to me now. There were two days left until our wedding. My impatience was eating away at me, and after the church date had been pushed into an earlier slot, everything else fell into place. My dad and Armando would take care of business while I took care of fucking my new bride senseless.

I discreetly unbuckled my belt as her desserts were placed on the table. I passed her the mango panna cotta to her since it was placed in front of me in error. She was too busy moaning and licking the chocolate mouse from her spoon for her to notice.

She was genuinely unaware of her surroundings because she was engrossed in a sugary love affair with her dessert. I was sure she would turn feral on me if I tried to part her from her choco—it was gone, and she was moving onto the mango laden dessert.

I shamelessly used what I had and rubbed her foot against myself while she hoovered up the second dessert. The restaurantwas empty, and Nero stood outside. Our table was in the back, so she was completely unaware of what was happening.

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