Page 52 of The Beast of London & His Pet

“No, it’s two and a half months left. They will still need some breast milk because it is a transitional period. They won’t start munching on a T-bone steak as part of their solid diet,” I said before smiling at my identical boys who resembled their father. “Papà is being silly.”

“Even I know that,” Nonno said tersely as we both turned to see him in the nursery doorway.

The boys began kicking their legs as they heard their great-grandfather’s voice.

“Is your papà trying to starve you, boys?” he crooned at them before pushing his way between us to pick Amedeo up.

“Hardly,” Alessio grunted before he scooped Domenico up.

For all of their bickering they respected one another, but Nonno loved to wind Alessio up more than I did. Our house was always full of Alessio’s parents, Armando and his family, Silvio and Nero. Rocco was like part of the family. Nonna had practically adopted him. Her love was always shown through her food.

Our sons were surrounded by love.

I watched Alessio follow Nonno out of the nursery.

“Use the lift, old man. I don’t want to have to save my son and scrape you off the bottom of the staircase,” he shouted after him.

Okay, love and lunacy, but it was the best kind.

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“They are getting so big,” I said stroking their heads as I fed them.

“It’s because of your organic milk, Kitten,” Alessio said leaning over me to watch our sons feed.

It was our private bedtime feeding ritual. Alessio rarely missed it unless something urgent came up with his work. I glanced down at those tiny pouting lips suckling away and the tears started to well up.

“What’s wrong?” Alessio asked quietly, rubbing my back.

“I’m going to miss this. When they start, weaning my organic milk bags will be out of commission,” I said, trying not to raise my voice.

“Is that all? We can start on the next batch,” he whispered.

My tears instantly stopped and I glared at him.

“They aren’t even five months old yet,” I whisper shouted at him.

“Kitten you know all I have to do is wave my dick in the air and you come running,” he said with a smirk before he began to massage my neck. “Hmm. Just think of all the fun we could have with me breeding you again.”

I swallowed and squirmed on the bed.

“I bet your pussy is wet right now,” he said flicking his tongue against my earlobe before catching it between his teeth.

“You keep your hypnotising voodoo shit to yourself,” I said with false bravado.

“Just wait until the boys are asleep, Kitten. I am going to fill you up,” he said slowly before adding the dealbreaker. “And I will make it hurt.”

Oh, damn.

Bonus Epilogue

Alessio

Four Years Later

The twins were only fourteen months old when Isabella was born, but she completed our family. We named her after Francesca’s mother. The boys looked like me, but my dainty daughter was all Francesca, and that made me go back to having night terrors. There was never an another attack on my family after Clive's gruesome death was televised. When I woke up worrying about the world my daughter would grow up in, I would eye up my peacefully sleeping wife, knowing that this was somehow her doing. For this reason, she was about to pay her penance.

“There is some extra cream in here for you, Kitten,” I said with a smirk as I set the bowl of milk on the floor. Francesca crawled towards the milk, eyeing it warily.

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