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Twenty: Sweet-talk A Broken Hearted Girl

作者: B.E Belle
last update 最終更新日: 2026-01-10 11:00:11

Gianna

I pace around my room, fingers tangled in my hair, tugging hard enough that it actually stings.

Dmitry is confusing the hell out of me.

One minute he acts like the world will collapse if he is not within arm’s reach of me.

Making me hang over tea, drying my hair, staring at me like he used to, like I am the only interesting thing in the room.

The next, he is talking about Kevin like we are some perfect, healthy, Instagram-worthy couple.

Good couple my freaking ass.

My supposed perfect boyfriend hasn't even texted me all day!

When Dmitry mentioned my phone buzzing non stop, I suspected Kevin or Tamer but it was neither of them.

Just Diane reminding me of my private chat with Tamer tonight, because apparently the man has paid to cancel all my streams.

How fucking rich can one man be? And why is he so obsessed with me?

I'm not complaining, but it still frightens me to think about.

My phone buzzes in my hand and I nearly jump out of my skin.

goodgirlgonebad private chat.

Tamer.

You
B.E Belle

team Tamer or team Dmitry? I'm team Tamer all the way.🥹

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so hard, i love them both
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  • My Pretty Dirty Kitten    Twenty: Sweet-talk A Broken Hearted Girl

    GiannaI pace around my room, fingers tangled in my hair, tugging hard enough that it actually stings.Dmitry is confusing the hell out of me.One minute he acts like the world will collapse if he is not within arm’s reach of me.Making me hang over tea, drying my hair, staring at me like he used to, like I am the only interesting thing in the room.The next, he is talking about Kevin like we are some perfect, healthy, Instagram-worthy couple.Good couple my freaking ass.My supposed perfect boyfriend hasn't even texted me all day!When Dmitry mentioned my phone buzzing non stop, I suspected Kevin or Tamer but it was neither of them.Just Diane reminding me of my private chat with Tamer tonight, because apparently the man has paid to cancel all my streams.How fucking rich can one man be? And why is he so obsessed with me?I'm not complaining, but it still frightens me to think about.My phone buzzes in my hand and I nearly jump out of my skin.goodgirlgonebad private chat.Tamer.You

  • My Pretty Dirty Kitten    Nineteen: Lord She's Cute

    DmitryGospodi, kakaya zhe ona milaya. [Lord, she is cute.]Her eyes dart around the kitchen, landing on the counter, the stove, the window, anywhere but me. It is almost impressive how hard she is trying not to look guilty.I smile before I can stop myself.My kitten thought we fucked last night. That fact alone makes something warm settle in my chest. Pride, amusement, and sheer pleasure.Not calling her kitten was taking a toll on me, but at least Tamer can. And she won't feel the hurt I caused her when he does.“I wasn’t checking you out,” she blurts, too fast to be believable, lips twitching like she is fighting a smile.I hum, setting the bowl of soup down in front of her. “You look guilty,” I say calmly. “Like a cat caught with a mouse in its mouth.”She shoots me a look, then immediately looks away again.“I do not look guilty,” she mutters.“You do,” I say. “Sit.”She hesitates, then does, perching on the edge of the chair like she plans on bolting the second I come close. I

  • My Pretty Dirty Kitten    Eighteen: One Hot, Smoky Dream

    Dmitry She is wasted. Properly wasted. I don’t even make it through my questions before she sways in my hands, blinking up at me like I’ve split into two people, and her knees buckle. I hold onto her tighter, pulling her closer. “Gia,” I whisper near her ear. She reeks of whiskey and bourbon. I look over at the bartender, pissed out of my mind, but I don’t say shit. I didn’t even know a bar like this exists in our estate. How the fuck did she? Gia punches lightly against my chest, eyes fluttering open as she frowns at my face like she’s trying to remember where she knows me from. “You’re… mega mad,” she mumbles. How can I not be? She left the house, away from our discussion to get wasted at a freaking bar. “I’m not,” I say, even though my gaze stays hard on her. “We just need to get you home.” She tries to argue, there's no shocker there. Gia lives to argue, it's her thing. Her lips part, brows knitting together in concentration, but the words never make it out. Her head drops

  • My Pretty Dirty Kitten    Seventeen: Am I Wet Or Is It Braide's Cum?

    GiannaDmitry's mouth crashes against mine again, it's deeper this time, hungrier even. His tongue fights for entrance and I give into, melting completely into the kiss. It's everything I dreamt of since our first kiss five years ago, and holy shit, even better. My hands fists in his shirt, pulling him closer. I need him, I need more than just a kiss. Fuck. Maybe there is something so possessing in being a cam girl, because barely an hour ago Braide was balls deep in me making my legs shake from pleasure. Heck, his cum is still dripping down my thighs and now, I want Dmitry too. I slide one hand down his chest, reaching for his trousers, in one swift move I pop it open. Tugging the zipper down. He groans right into mouth, pressing his hard length against my stomach. I feel insatiable. So darn insatiable. He breaks the kiss just enough to speak. Voice thick. “Fuck, Gia. We can't do this here, the cameras.”I freeze for half a second, totally oblivious to what he means then it d

  • My Pretty Dirty Kitten    Sixteen: Fuck Me Or Not 🔞

    Gianna Braide spins me around so fast, I nearly lose my balance. I rest my hands on the edge of the sink using it as a balance. I look up at the mirror and see my face flushed, eyes wide, lips parted. Braide stands behind me, his chest pressing against my back, I feel his bulge against my leg. Fuck. He is big, but definitely not as big as Tamer. I shut my eyes trying to erase the memories of him off my head. Braide lifts my sundress, the dress bunchng up at my waist. His fingers hook into the thong and pull it to he side. “Fuck Gia, you’re soaked.” He whispers into my ears, his words filthy and raw. I can’t tell though, if I’m wet because of Tamer, Dmitry or Him. His cock slides slowly in me. “God Gia, is this your first time?” I can’t help the chuckle that escapes my lips. “I’m not that tigh-” He drives himself into me with one steady thrust, killing the words in my mouth. “Oh fuck.” I gasp out feeling my walls stretching out to take more of his cock. Braide grabs my hip

  • My Pretty Dirty Kitten    Fifteen: Bend Me Over

    Gianna"Oh baby, I can very well keep up." Braide smiles, showing off his pearly white teeth.Shit, damn. God did create men in this province with all the resources in heaven.Braide looks like he gifts good sex to women around the world who haven't had the opportunity to get a soul ripping orgasm in their entire lives.The complete package, at least in my books. Plus the man has a pretty great sense of humor, and also has a way with words.Randy clears his throat loudly. “Okay that's enough flirting in my bare, I feel personally left out being ignored in my own bar.”I glance at him, then back at Braide. “You’re right. That was rude of us. Another drink might help our manners.”Randy’s eyes light up. “See, now that’s a request I won't be refusing.”Braide laughs softly beside me, resting his elbow on the counter. “Careful, Gia. He’ll have you blackout drunk and sign off your properties papers by midnight.”“Please,” Randy scoffs as he reaches for a bottle. “I’m a gentleman. I stop at

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