All Chapters of My Pretty Dirty Kitten : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Gianna Dinner is painfully awkward, which itself is strange. I thought the whole eat dinner together rule was just another way for him to get under my skin. Some sick ploy to make me remember our past. But if silence is his weapon of choice, then bravo, Dmitry. It’s working. The one time I actually need him to say something, he doesn’t. Christ. I poke at my food, a little louder than necessary, hoping it gets his attention. Anything. A glance. A comment. A reaction. Nothing. He just stares ahead, chewing slowly, eating like I’m not even here. What the actual fuck, Dmitry. I bite down on my lip, flicking my hair over my shoulder like it might brush the memories from a few minutes ago out of my head, but it’s useless. I just had cam sex with a total stranger. One that might most likely be a greasy old geezer. Bravo, Gia. I try not to show my utter self-disgust, but I’m sure my nose scrunches anyway. My stomach lurches, dinner threatening to come back up and not in a cool w

GiannaFuck Tamer. Fuck today. Fuck everything.I need this out of me, away from me. My legs wobble so badly I have to grab the stair rail to stay upright.Right after the kiss punishment, Tamer disappeared. No message. No command. No release.Asshole.I get to my room and yank my jeans down. I’m just about to peel off my panties when the door bangs open.I freeze, fingers hooked in the waistband, and glare at the only bastard who does whatever he wants without a shred of concern.Dmitry.I make a mental note to get a new lock for this room while I’m stuck here.“Ever heard of knocking?” I snap, hands going to my hips.His eyes travel down my legs, then back up to my face. He swallows hard, the movement obvious.“Blyad’. Menya,”[Fuck. Me]. he mutters in Russian, dragging a hand through his newly cut hair. A really hot buzz cut that somehow accentuates his features even more.When did he cut his hair? “What was that?” I ask coolly. “I’m hoping it was an apology.”His jaw clenches so h

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

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

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, I*******m-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