Page 48 of The Beast of London & His Pet

“My ass is in one piece so I am very happy this morning,” she said rubbing her ass against my cock.

We spent the night fucking and sleeping it was almost afternoon but the long night was seared into my brain.

“I can try harder if you need me to bust it up for you,” I said nipping her neck and earning a glare.

“No, thank you,” she said primly before she looked hesitant. “Will you tell me when he is dead?”

I pulled back from her neck to stare at her, but when her hand rested on her stomach I realised she was still afraid for our child.

“He will be dead before the baby is born,” I said, my voice stern and unbending. “I will make him suffer, repeatedly until he is a shell of his former self.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck, and the tension from my body evaporated. I placed my arm around, resting my palm over our child.

“He could have killed you, our baby or your grandparents,” I said quietly rubbing her belly.

She didn't say anything but her arms tightened around me, rubbing her soft breasts against my chest. Her scanty top was dipped low and I licked my lips. She needed to eat before I served her up some more of my cream, envisioning my cum spraying on her naked clamped breasts made my cock harden and poke her ass.

Her snicker made me smile, she was safe in my arms and our home. Clive could wait a few months before he burned in hell.

Chapter 30

Francesca

Four Months Later

I moaned before I began to heave again, feeling sorry for myself, sprawled on the floor next to the toilet. No one told me being pregnant was like a disease and you no longer had control of your body or mind. The books lied, fucking morning sickness, my ass. It should be called morning, noon and night sickness.

It made me kick Alessio during the night when my burgeoning belly made me uncomfortable. Even though I pretended to be asleep he always cuddled into me and seemed to know where to stuff the pillows to make me comfortable.

He was unbelievably patient, which seemed to annoy me, but everything did. If I wasn't grumpy, then I was crying at pet food commercials. My breasts were changing into organic milk bags, a dark line ran down my belly with web-like stretch marks and what happened to the sickness staying in the first trimester? It was as if Mother Nature had it out for me.

Then there were the bouts of horniness.

Me:When are you coming home?

La Bestia:No longer than two hours, Kitten. Do you need anything?

Me:Ho bisogno del tuo cazzo d'asino

I smiled because I told him I needed his donkey dick. His response didn't come immediately, and I put my phone down to inspect the new cot covers. I didn't buy too many and kept the colours simple. We didn't know if it was a boy or a girl we were having yet. The phone buzzed and I picked it up to see Alessio’s response.

La Bestia:I will be home in 25 minutes.

Me:I thank you in advance for your services. ??

La Bestia:I know how much you love your cream, but you never need to thank me for fucking you, Kitten. X

Alessio protected me in all my surroundings and I could feel safe again. I was never left alone. There was a before and after Clive line drawn. Rocco remained vigilant and stayed close to me, and in return, I cooked for him. I did most of my shopping online, the baby's furniture and pram, we were going to pick everything out next weekend. Alessio was so excited about the baby and how he worshipped my belly made me less grumpy.

I’d cooked his favourite meal, all it needed was some time in the oven to reheat it. Gone were the days I tried to kill him with my cooking. I rubbed my belly, our baby would be loved by so many people. I called my Nonno to see if him and Nonna would like to visit my mother's grave with me. It had been a while and I wanted to see her before the baby came.

“Honey, I’m home,” Alessio’s voice rang through the hallway and I heard his footsteps on the stairs.

“I’m in the nursery,” I shouted out to him.

He appeared in the doorway and paused before he stepped inside. He wore a dark navy blue suit with his usual white shirt, but his tie was loose, and his collar button was open. His hair was sleeked back and his usual stubble looked darker.

“You look like an angel, Kitten,” he said looking up and down at my white dress.

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