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2026-02-12 23:55:25
B.E Bellehow do you guys feel about three to four chapter of smut? like a Valentine's gift or should I just give two?
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My Pretty Dirty Kitten ย ย ย Ninety: Our Relationship Was Fake
GiannaHe doesn't hear me. My chest tightens as I stare at the phone in his hands, my mind refusing to accept what my eyes are seeing. Maybe he doesn't know Gianna and Kitten are the same person, but that doesn't stop the ugly sting of jealousy from spreading through me. He'd been intimate with another woman. He'd spent money on her, showered her with gifts, called her his personal whore, and all the while he'd been telling me I was the only woman he wanted. Was that why he'd never allowed me into this room? Was this what he'd been hiding behind a locked door every single night?Then another thought crashes into me so violently it steals the air from my lungs. The piercings. Every single time Dmitry and I had slept together, I'd seen the rings through his nipples and the piercing through his cock. Tamer had those exact same piercings. I'd touched them. Teased him about them. I'd even joked that whoever convinced him to get them deserved a medal. How had I never questioned it? How had
My Pretty Dirty Kitten ย ย ย Eighty-Nine: Sex Tape
GiannaI wait until I hear his footsteps disappear before letting out a long breath.Finally.Time to get some work done before eight o'clock arrives.I finish the soup while it's still warm, then carry the empty bowl downstairs. When I return to my room, my desk is already buried beneath notebooks, highlighters, and printed lecture slides. Dmitry peeks through the doorway, takes one look at the mess, and quietly raises both hands in surrender."I'll leave the genius to it.""You should," I reply with a small smile.He grins before closing the door behind him, finally giving me the privacy I'd asked for all day.The next few hours blur together in a haze of highlighted paragraphs and half-finished notes. I read the same sentence three different times before realizing none of it has registered. Every time I force myself to focus, my thoughts wander back to eight o'clock.By ten minutes to the hour, I give up pretending.I close my books, stack my notes into a neat pile, and slip my lap
My Pretty Dirty Kitten ย ย ย Eighty-Eight: One Last Session
I wake to another wave of cramps rolling through my stomach, sharp enough to drag me out of sleep. A frustrated groan slips past my lips as I pull the duvet over my head, hoping another five minutes will somehow make the pain disappear. It doesn't. If anything, the ache only settles deeper into my body, reminding me that my period has officially decided to make my life miserable.I squeeze my eyes shut and try to drift back to sleep, but Daine's messages keep flashing through my mind. I skipped three sessions already, and there was no chance Tamer would let a fourth one slide without consequences. As tempting as it is to spend the entire day curled up in Dmitry's arms, I know I have to log in tonight.I hate that I even want to.Things with Dmitry have never been better. Every passing day makes it harder to imagine my life without him, yet a part of me still looks forward to those sessions. They excite me in a way I can't quite explain, and the realization fills me with more guilt tha
My Pretty Dirty Kitten ย ย ย Eighty-Seven: Your Penalty Is Building Up
GiannaThe cramps hit like a freight train an hour later.Iโm curled up on the couch in one of Dmitryโs oversized hoodies, a heating pad pressed against my lower belly, trying not to whimper every time another wave rolls through me. The relief I felt in the bathroom earlier has officially turned into bitter regret. Why did I ever wish for this? I think, biting down on my lip as another sharp twist makes me draw my knees closer to my chest.This is karma. Straight-up cosmic payback for panicking over a pregnancy I wasnโt even sure about.Dmitry walks back into the living room carrying a tray worry etchd on his face as we moves like an assigned private nurse. Thereโs a mug of chamomile tea, a bar of dark chocolate, painkillers, and a fresh hot water bottle. His eyes soften the second they land on me.โYouโre still hurting,โ he says, not a question. He sets the tray on the coffee table and crouches in front of the couch so weโre eye-level. One big hand rests gently on my thigh, thumb str
My Pretty Dirty Kitten ย ย ย Eighty-Six: Negative
GiannaI rush to the bathroom the second I get home, not even bothering to check whether Dmitry is home or not. I pull the pregnancy test out of my bag and quickly tear open the box.My hands tremble as I use it before setting it on the edge of the sink.Then I wait, pacing the length of the bathroom, my heart hammering against my ribs as the seconds drag by.What am I going to do if it comes back positive?I canโt keep it.A baby would ruin every plan Iโve made for myself. My future. My career. My life.And DmitryโฆWhat if he doesnโt want it either?A sharp knock on the bathroom door startles me out of my skin before Dmitry's calm voice follows."Baby, you in there?"My eyes dart between the pregnancy test sitting on the countertop and the bathroom door.Shit.My throat dries up the second I try to answer him.Breathe, Gia.I squeeze my eyes shut and force a shaky breath out of my lungs."I'm taking a dump," I call back, praying my voice doesn't crack. "I'll be out in a second."Heat
My Pretty Dirty Kitten ย ย ย Eighty-Five: Pregnant
Gianna"Here you go."Kevin slides a cup across the table before settling into the chair opposite mine."Thanks."I wrap both hands around the cold cup and take a long sip. The icy matcha glides down my throat, soothing the tightness that's been sitting in my chest since I walked out of the hotel.Fuck.I'd forgotten how good iced matcha tasted.Kevin watches me over the rim of his own cup, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips."I'm glad to know I still remember your favourite."I lower the cup, letting out a quiet laugh."Kev, it's been barely a month.""I know." He leans back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other. "Still... I wasn't sure if you'd switched allegiances to coffee or something."I wrinkle my nose, ignoring the subtle jab. "Ew.""Still very much dramatic.""What?""That face." He chuckles. "You always pull it when irritated by a suggestion.""I do not.""Keep lying to yourself, G."Silence settles between us, though it isn't nearly as uncomfortable as
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