Page 25 of The Beast of London & His Pet

La Bestia:It’s sweet that you will dream of your future husband.

Husband.

That word sounded so alien to me, but when I was with Alessio, he was addictive. Although, that could be the mind-blowing orgasms.

I got a fright when my phone vibrated in my hand.

La Bestia:How’s your ass doing today? You were walking a little awkwardly when you went to the supermarket.

Rocco was very observant.

Me:You and your spy are mistaken. I took it out this morning.

La Bestia:Luckily, I came to check on your ass. Come downstairs.

I stared at the phone before I jumped off my bed to look out of my window, and sure enough, his car was double parked on my street. There were no parking spaces left in the evening. His car had the lights on, but my grandparents would be asleep. I picked up my keys, left my phone on my bed, and snuck out of our apartment.

The hallway was cold, but I didn't think to grab my robe. I was curious to see why Alessio was here—the night before our wedding. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I saw Nero’s hulking figure blocking the entrance. His face was more miserable than usual.

“Don’t ever betray him,” he said stonily.

“Keep your mummy issues to yourself, Nero. You don't know me,” I said, having had enough of his surly attitude.

He stared at me for a moment longer before nodding and opening the door.

“Mrs Caruso,” he murmured when I walked past him.

I couldn't help but smile at the loyal oaf as he followed me through the garden and towards the car. He reached around me and opened the car door. I guess it was time to bury the hatchet.

Alessio sat in the car in his usual suited attire. His tie was missing, and the top few buttons were undone. I climbed into the car, and Nero closed the door. He pulled me onto his lap and buried his face into my hair. With a soft sigh, I put my arm around his shoulder while I clutched my keys in the other hand and rested my fist on his chest. I had a feeling that checking my ass was an excuse to see me. I wasn't always correct when it came to reading people, but with Alessio, I found myself being more accurate than usual.

“You always smell amazing, Kitten,” he said.

“I bathe,” I said, trying not to rub myself on him.

I felt his smile on my cheek as his prickly stubble rubbed against me.

“Do you have your tail in, Kitten?”

“Yes, but I need to take it out before I put my dress on. My family will be in my room helping me.”

“No, I will stop by and put it in. I want you in that church, walking down the aisle with your kitten tail stuffed inside your asshole,” he said, stopping every so often to kiss my cheek neck and ear.

“Good luck getting past my Nonna,” I said, squirming on his lap.

“I have my ways with the ladies,” he said, licking around my earlobe.

“You flash them donkey dick and they faint from shock?” I gasped as his hand snuck beneath my sweatshirt.

“I didn't lie when I said Caruso men marry for life. You will adjust to my world, and in private, you will be my obedient little Kitten. I want you to keep an open mind to our marriage. You are my once in a lifetimetesoro,” he said as he gently squeezed my breasts and rubbed my nipple.Treasure.

“I don't want to get married, Alessio,” I said honestly, but his movements stilled before he resumed his teasing. “All I feel are the walls closing in on me.”

“Then it’s just as well that I decided for us,” he said lightly before pinching my nipple.

This was happening whether I wanted it or not and what I couldn’t grasp earlier became very clear. He might have sucked me into a seductive trap from awakening my sexuality, but itdidn’t prevent my resentment of him taking away my choices from me.

Chapter 15

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