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Forty-Five: Soft Yet Hard You Are 🔞
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2026-02-14 20:08:24
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My Pretty Dirty Kitten Seventy-Four: Begging To Be Punished
Dmitry Braide leaves without saying goodbye, which is fine by me, the fucker’s presence was an inconvenience to me anyway. I didn’t bother seeing him out. We’ve said everything that needed saying and a few things that didn’t need saying at all, and I have no interest in extending this morning any further than it’s already gone. He said he came here for Rhonda but I could see the way his eyes were devouring my Kitten. I pour a coffee I don’t particularly want and stand at the counter drinking it anyway, anything to do with my hand is better than giving in to the urge to break other parts of his body. The house settles into quiet around me and I bask in it for a moment because silence means I can think without someone’s face making me want to put my fist through a wall. Except the quiet feels off. I set the mug down and stand there trying to locate the thing that’s bothering me. It takes about four seconds. I walk to the bottom of the stairs. “Gianna.” “Kitten”
My Pretty Dirty Kitten Seventy-Three: Only You, Please
Gianna I locked my phone after that and sat on the staircase for another minute, staring at nothing. Whatever is going on between me and Tamer is getting more serious and more personal by the day, but it’s supposed to be just work. Not whatever this is becoming. Below me, Dmitry and Braide are doing that thing where they’re not technically talking but deciding whether to resume fighting or not. The tension between them is thick and unsettled. Braide looks more lost and blank than I’ve ever seen him. Rhonda is gone. That much is clear and Dmitry, as much as he’s trying to look nonchalant about it, still carries something sad in the set of his jaw. I tried to see it from their angle. Rhonda who has been circling this house and Dmitry himself like bad weather for weeks just packed a bag and left and somehow that feels like the beginning of something rather than the end of it. I don’t know why but thinking about it sends a shiver down my spine, the type that means something negati
My Pretty Dirty Kitten Seventy-Two: Rhonda Is Gone
GiannaBraide and Dmitry are sitting in the living room when I come downstairs and the specific quality of their silence tells me they have been talking about something neither of them is going to repeat.I look between them. "Should I be worried?""No," they both say. At the same time. Which is somehow more alarming than if only one of them had said it.Dmitry stands the second I reach the bottom stairs, not in a rush though. Just rising slowly like gravity adjusted itself around me arriving in the room. Which is something I've relatively noticed him doing lately. He hands me a coffee without being asked. I inhale, letting the sweet aroma fill my senses before taking a sip.I don’t care what anyone says—mocha is coffee, and the best kind of coffee.The almond milk and dark chocolate melt across my tongue, and I shut my eyes, holding back a moan.The perfect combination.I feel both men’s gaze burning through my skin, nearly making me choke on the coffee. Shit. There's no need to be
My Pretty Dirty Kitten Seventy-One: Masochist
Braide Family issues? What family issues? I want to slap my face and finally focus on what's right in front of me. But how can I even do that? I lost my senses the second her fingers dabbed in spirit brushed past my nostrils. She was touching herself. I'm certain of that, I smelt her juices from the minute I hugged her. Sure I wanted to rattle Dmitry's feathers after Rhonda came home in tears but seeing her wrapped in a silk robe, hair in a bonnet and her pretty eyes on me. Not Dmitry, me. It struck a possessive nerve in me and I needed her in my arms. Now, sitting across from her watching those intense eyes egging me to continue my supposed plea for help I can't help but curse myself. I'm sure jealous of Dmitry Orlov. He gets her whenever he wants and yet…“Aren't you going to say something?” She asks, snapping my attention back to her. And I scratch the back of my head. Right. Family issues. Roxanne? Rhonda? She hates Rhonda a ton, so she wouldn't give a shit about her and
My Pretty Dirty Kitten Seventy: I Need Your Help
Gianna There's no sign of Dmitry when I wake up, not like I expected him to be on his knees with a cup of coffee in hand. That'd be asking for too darn much from pretty boy— Dmitry Orlov. I swing my legs off the bed, wincing slightly as I stand. My asshole still hurts from the sex last night and my legs feel so heavy. I need to start rethinking my decision to experiment shit, I mean for the time being it's a fun idea but practically? Hell no. I grab my robe from the chair and slip it on quickly, tying it tighter then head to the bathroom but I stop right in front of the mirror. Shit, did I look this much of a mess when I went downstairs last night? I groan, my face heating up as angry spots on my skin meets my eyes. I'll kill Dmitry. Bury him or maybe burn him alive. I think Tamer can help with that… my eyes widen, Tamer! I scamper back to my bed, searching for my phone. I need to confirm that I didn't send the video to him. My fingers clasp the device and I make the c
My Pretty Dirty Kitten Sixty-Nine: Protect You
GiannaI see red. Pure unadulterated red fury. That’s all I feel. That’s all I can think of as I watch her arms around him.Because why the fuck is she here?Rhonda’s arms cross around Dmitry, pulling him close like she belongs there, like she didn’t just disappear and now suddenly gets to touch him again. Whispering something in his ear that makes his features go taut.My stomach twists in disappointment, my first thought is to grab her by the hair and drag her across the hall and out the house… hell, out the building.My second thought?To run.To walk away like I didn’t see shit. Like I always do.But I’m tired of that.Tired of running. Tired of pretending things don’t get to me when they clearly do.I clear my throat. They both jolt, pulling away from each other so fast it’s almost embarrassing—like kids caught stealing.It nearly makes me laugh.Nearly.“Gianna,” Dmitry whispers.I brush past both of them, head high, like I didn’t just see her hands on him.Even though my ches
My Pretty Dirty Kitten Forty-Three: Blue Room 🔞
Gianna Dmitry does not hesitate. One second I am standing there, the next I am swept into his arms like he is afraid I will change my mind just from looking at him. His chest is solid beneath my cheek, warm, steady, his heartbeat loud in my ear. “Where are you taking me?” I ask softly, my voice m
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GiannaI jolt in fright as someone yanks my arm, the sudden force stealing the air from my lungs.What the fuck?“What did I tell you, Gianna?” Dmitry grinds out. His voice is low and rough, vibrating straight through me. The veins in his neck stand out sharply, his jaw clenched so hard it looks pa
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Gianna Dmitry stares at me like I’ve just spoken in a language he doesn’t understand, like my words fried his brain or something. I don’t wait for him to recover. I turn and bolt up the stairs, my bare feet slapping against the wood as adrenaline floods my veins. My heart pounds so hard it hurts
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Gianna “Gianna!” Dmitry yells from downstairs, but I am too tired to answer, too drained to care what he wants. Isn’t he supposed to be celebrating with Rhonda? Why is he home so early? And why is he calling my name like I am missing? He has Rhonda to meet his needs. My presence or absence should
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