Page 27 of The Beast of London & His Pet

“You will behave yourself in public with decorum, and if you have anything to discuss with me, you do it in the privacy of our home,” I said as I worked my way around her body again.

“Yes, Sir!” she cried when I flicked the end of my tassels on her nipple.

Her face and body were covered in a fine sheen of sweat. I reached for the water bottle, and she opened her mouth as I poured some in. Once, I decided she had enough. I poured the over her face and chest. She shook from the shock of the cold water dripping down her body.

“Just to cool you off,mia cara,” I said, mocking her as fury lit her green eyes up. “We both know how hot your little cunt gets.”

Since she continued to glare at me with defiance in her eyes, I pulled her leg up, leaving her no choice but to balance herself on one foot. With defiance and anger gone there was nothing but misery and panic. When I held her thigh and began to rub her pussy she moaned and her head fell back. I glanced down at her decorated nipples and wet body to decide it was time to fuck my bride.

I’d waited long enough.

Chapter 16

Francesca

It took everything in me not to swear, scream, and lament against the Beast because I could see he had finally lost the plot. Excuse me for needing time to process the shit in my head. Sure, I could have timed it better, but I couldn't go back in time and change how I felt. When Nonno pulled me to the side, I realised how bad it was. I told him it was just nerves, but I don't think he bought it.

Alessio thrust his fingers inside me, and my foot faltered only for my aching wrists and arms to take the brunt of my weight. I groaned at the rope, digging into my flesh. The stupid nipple clamps didn't help. I’d had enough.

“It was so much better when you were silent,” I panted out and pulled my head up to see his reaction.

His eyes narrowed on me before he dropped my thigh and stepped back only to work on his shirt to undress. There was murder in his eyes, and it didn't bode well for me. When he stripped his shirt off, I saw his neck tattoo. It was a reaper’s blade with a skeleton hand gripping it. There was blood on the nasty looking blade. It made me gulp. He worked on his trousers, but the freak’s eyes never left me.

The stupid money making Viagra was to blame for all of this. It was an easy sell. They didn't need to go to a pharmacy or order online, not when I was there to sweet talk them into buying from me.

I made the mistake of looking down to see the Beast’s beast. I closed my eyes because it looked heftier than before. How did he carry it about with him? It must be a burden, like women with massive boobs.

I felt his hands on my waist, and he lifted me up. My arms sagged, and the ache lessened. I wrapped my legs around him so I wouldn't pull on the rope. It was a trick, of course, because I felt his cock between my legs. He held my ass and I felt him slip the tip of his cock inside of me. He slid me down until I could feel him nudge against my hymen.

He began to ease the tail in and out of my asshole. My pussy clenched around him, causing him to hiss. He eased himself back and forth until the pain lessened. I heard a thud as the metal plug landed on the floor.

“You’re mine, Kitten. Don't ever forget that,” he said before he dropped me onto his dick.

A shrill cry escaped from my lips when I felt him tear into me.

The sharp pinching pain blossomed into a manageable dull thumping one inside of me. His hand rested on my lower back as he held me in place. I was grateful because I knew there was a lot more of him left to go inside of me.

“I can feel your virgin blood dripping down my cock, Kitten. There is no going back, ever,” he said before he gripped my inner thighs and kissed my neck.

He began to bounce me on his cock, easing into me inch by inch. My aching nipples rubbed against his chest and I whimpered because I needed more. I didn’t care if it was pain or pleasure, I just needed tofeel.

“Così bagnato per me, Gattino,” he murmured against my neck.So wet for me, Kitten. His hot breath and tongue workedtheir way to my mouth. I didn’t hesitate, I thrust my tongue against his until it became a battle of wills.

Alessio must have known what I needed because he began to lift me higher and drop me down, but this time he thrust himself into me as I went down. My mouth fell away from his as he pumped me up and down incessantly while I helplessly tugged on the rope. My head fell back and I gave up struggling with the rope when he fucked me so hard that he grunted with each sharp thrust.

“Sì, portami in profondità, Gattino. Lavora quella figa vergine per il mio seme,” he roared and like a fiend I came like a hurricane at his filthy words.Yes, take me deep, Kitten. Work that virgin pussy for my seed.

I sobbed as he groaned but it didn’t stop him from thrusting deep inside of me. The pleasure was so intense that it took my breath away. It was fleeting and I wanted to chase after it. Yet I was relieved when I felt his hot cum erupt inside of me because as I came down from my high, exhaustion kicked in.

When I came to my senses, he was cutting into the rope above us. He cradled me against his chest but looped my tied hands over his head until my aching arms rested on his shoulder.

“Sei pazzo,” I croaked out.You’re crazy.

“Sì, lo sono, moglie,” he said before he kissed my cheek.Yes, I am, wife.

I nuzzled into his warmth of his body with a sigh. This wasn’t how I expected our wedding night to go, but life would be unpredictable withla mia Bestia.

My Beast.

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