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Sixty-Six: Such A Fucking Hassle đ
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2026-04-02 00:07:08
B.E Belleplease note: the next chapter will in fact be smutty and... will be extremely wild. e.g: expect to see figging. thank you đ¤
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My Pretty Dirty Kitten    Seventy-Seven: Your First
Gianna âIâm really sorry Dima sweetie, you know if it was up to me I wouldnât be in New York if it wasnât urgent. Please donât be mad at me pookie bear.â I stare at the text, and then back at a sleeping Dmitry. Dima sweetie? Pookie bear!??? He didnât mention anything about this woman whoâ I thought he disliked pet names? Great to know Rhonda isnât his only woman.Goodness, the idea of smothering him with a pillow feels so good right now.âWhy are you up baby?â His gruff sleepy voice fills my ears and I shut my eyes, letting it engulf me for a split second before handing over his phone.âYour phone woke me up.âHis eyes crack open, blinking slowly before glancing on his phone in my outstretched hand. His face contorts, a mix of fear or is it confusion? He sits up slowly and takes the phone, he hesitates a bit before reading it, a faint smile curves around his lips then it twists into a thin line.He sets the phone face down on the nightstand, and exhales through his nose.One day.
My Pretty Dirty Kitten    Seventy-Six: Unfortunately, I Love You
Dmitry How can one be so attractive and infuriating in the most beautiful way? Sheâs ignoring what happened this morning, her focus fully on her phone now and Iâm really tempted to groan out of frustration. Twelve fucking hours without her and now sheâs here, she pays me no heed? âYou going to talk to me or keep ignoring my ass?â I question, arms crossed as I stare at her. Sheâs in my grey hoodie and runner shorts, and all I can think about is devouring her, with consent of course. Her brow quirks but she doesnât look up from her phone. âLetâs say, youâre not as interesting as you think, Mr. Orlov.â My cock twitches at her use of my surname and I almost turn blue. Mr. Orlov. She only pulls that out when sheâs trying to ignore her aching desire and need for me, by putting distance between us. Iâve catalogued all of her distance tactics at this point; itâs become something of an involuntary hobby. One I fucking dislike. âYou called me Dima last night,â I point out.
My Pretty Dirty Kitten    Seventy-Five: Eleven Missed Calls
Gianna âLicense stays.â Thatâs all Roxy says when we walk out and I genuinely could cry from relief on her behalf. She looks lighter now like someone reached into her chest and removed something heavy that had been sitting there for days. Iâm genuinely happy for her. Iâm also starving and my slides are actively punishing me for this entire morning but thatâs a separate issue. Weâre barely outside when her phone goes off. Sheâs already typing before I can open my mouth. âBraide?â I ask. âSponsor.â She doesnât look up. âTwo minutes.â I lean against the wall and open my own phone. Tamerâs last message is still there from this morning but I donât reopen the chat. Thereâs nothing new to say and besides my brain is already doing enough without adding him to the mix right now. Dmitry has called Seven times. I know this but Iâm actively choosing not to think about it because thinking about it means thinking about how angry heâs going to be when I make it home tonight
My Pretty Dirty Kitten    Seventy-Four: Begging To Be Punished
Dmitry Braide leaves without saying goodbye, which is fine by me, the fuckerâs presence was an inconvenience to me anyway. I didnât bother seeing him out. Weâve said everything that needed saying and a few things that didnât need saying at all, and I have no interest in extending this morning any further than itâs 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 donât 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 someoneâs 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 thatâs bothering me. It takes about four seconds. I walk to the bottom of the stairs. âGianna.â âKittenâ
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 itâs supposed to be just work. Not whatever this is becoming. Below me, Dmitry and Braide are doing that thing where theyâre 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 Iâve ever seen him. Rhonda is gone. That much is clear and Dmitry, as much as heâs 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 donât 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 donât care what anyone saysâmocha 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 menâs gaze burning through my skin, nearly making me choke on the coffee. Shit. There's no need to be
My Pretty Dirty Kitten    Forty-Three: Blue Room đ
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. âWhere are you taking me?â I ask softly, my voice m
Ăltima actualizaciĂłn : 2026-03-30My Pretty Dirty Kitten    Forty-One: Break Up
GiannaI jolt in fright as someone yanks my arm, the sudden force stealing the air from my lungs.What the fuck?âWhat did I tell you, Gianna?â 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
Ăltima actualizaciĂłn : 2026-03-29My Pretty Dirty Kitten    Forty-Two: Good On His Knees
Gianna Dmitry stares at me like Iâve just spoken in a language he doesnât understand, like my words fried his brain or something. I donât 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
Ăltima actualizaciĂłn : 2026-03-29My Pretty Dirty Kitten    Thirty-Six: Stay Away From The Langleys
Gianna âGianna!â Dmitry yells from downstairs, but I am too tired to answer, too drained to care what he wants. Isnât 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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