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Francesca

Alessio walked me to my grandparents' door and I was about to unlock the door when he pushed me against the hallway wall. He sniffed my hair before he kissed my cheek.

“Behave yourself, Kitten. Ti guarderò,”

he whispered in my ear as he pried my keys out of my hand. I will be watching you.

Not creepy at all.

“Or next time I won’t let you cum, Kitten,”

he said as he pulled away to unlock the door.

I gasped at his cruel words. “That’s spousal abuse,”

I blurted out. “I have rights.”

He made me cum three times with the vibrator before he was done toying with me. Then he ruined it by rushing around, trying to get my clothes on to get me back home.

“Sure you do, Kitten,”

he said, openly mocking me, which got me riled up, but when he opened the door, my Nonno stood there.

Alessio respectfully greeted my Nonno. “Buonasera signore, mi scuso per l'arrivo tardivo,”

he said before he kissed my forehead. Good evening, sir. I apologise for the late arrival.

His words caught me off guard, but Nonno nodded at him before he looked me up and down. It made me glad that Alessio took his time in making me look presentable again. I would have come home knickerless, hair a mess with a creased dress.

“Goodnight, DD,”

I said to him with a wink, feeling confident that Nonno had my back.

I hugged and kissed Nonno and left them in the doorway, giving Alessio a finger wave before I left. It felt nice getting the last word in. I quickly washed up after contemplating and deciding to shower in the morning. When I returned from the bathroom, he had messaged me.

My smile vanished when I realised he’d taken pictures of the tail in my ass. My breath stopped when I saw the close-up of my pussy.

La Bestia: Sweet dreams, Kitten. I will be dreaming of fucking my wife’s tight virgin holes.

My mouth became dry at his words, but unfortunately, the clean underwear I put on didn't have the same problem.

Me: Please delete those photos. And remember you promised to look into the girl’s situation.

His response was instant.

La Bestia: No, these pictures are mine. I have someone looking into Amari.

I had to give it to him. He was detail-oriented. I didn't remember the girl’s name because I was distracted by the man’s abhorrent behaviour. I lay in bed but tossed and turned after the change of events today. I picked up the phone and messaged him.

Me: Please don't hurt me.

I wasn't talking about whips or paddles. My father got my mum pregnant and immediately left her, leaving her devastated because she believed herself to be in love with the cretin.

La Bestia: I have no desire to harm you, Kitten. Don’t make me, and I won't.

Silence or Death.

His world had a simple code.

But would it all really matter if his donkey dick killed me?

I sighed and shoved my phone under my pillow but fell asleep instantly.

***

My Nonna was more excited about my wedding than I was. She was in her element, and I realised this was something she never got to do with my mum. Nonno was happier because his wife was.

“I will miss living with you both,”

I said quietly.

“Eh, it was bound to happen one day,”

he said with a smile, but his eyes told a different story.

“I never once felt unwanted, Nonno. I would dread to think what would have happened had I ended up in the social system,”

I said, resting my head on his shoulder.

“Never. You mended your Nonna’s broken heart, and brought me back to life. I remembered that famiglia comes before anything else,”

he said, stroking my hair. “You were such a peaceful bimba. You made it so easy to fall in love with you, tesoro.”

“Even though I have his eyes and got diagnosed with ADHD later?”

I asked, referring to inheriting my father’s green eyes.

“Pfft, you are a Nardini girl through and through,”

he said vehemently. “Your diagnosis was of little consequence to us, mia cara.”

“That I am, Nonno, that I am,”

I said, wrapping my arm around him. “Grazie, Nonno.”

Their never-ending patience is something I only came to appreciate after my pre-teen years.

I felt him relax, and he patted my back like he used to when I was a child.

“I will kill him, if he hurts you,”

he said quietly.

He was going to hurt me regardless, but I couldn't tell Nonno about the donkey dick. So, I remained quiet and enjoyed a few peaceful moments with him before Nonna came at me with more wedding options.

***

La Bestia: I will pick you up tonight.

Me: Sorry, I’m clipping my toenails tonight.

La Bestia: TMI.

Me: You probably get Nero to trim yours.

La Bestia: I've been too busy working to clear my schedule for our wedding, Kitten.

He didn't deny having a manservant who trimmed his toenails for him.

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.