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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?“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 painful.I try to twist out of his grip, but it’s iron‑tight. His fingers dig into my skin, biting deep enough to make my eyes sting.“You’re hurting me!” I plead, my voice breaking. He doesn’t loosen his hold. The Dmitry I know feels gone, replaced by something cold and furious, something I don’t recognize.“What?” he snaps. “You didn’t seem to mind when he was all in your space, now did you?”I tug harder, panic rising in my chest, but the more I struggle, the tighter his grip becomes. My pulse roars in my ears.“Dmitry, please. That’s not what it looks like.”“It’s not?” he scoffs. “You were all over him, for fuck’s sake. Do you like him?”The question hits me like a slap. I stare at him, s

Forty-Two: Good On His Knees

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, every breath coming fast and shallow. Behind me, his footsteps thunder, heavy and relentless, echoing through the house. “Gianna!” he shouts, his voice sharp with panic now, not anger. I grip the railing, nearly stumbling as I take the steps two at a time. The air feels thinner the higher I go, my lungs burning, my hands slick with sweat. I duck into the first room on my right, slamming the door softly behind me as I stumble inside, desperate to disappear. My foot crashes into something solid. Pain explodes up my leg and I yelp before I can stop myself, hopping back instinctively, my breath knocking out of me. “Fuck,” I whisper, clutching my foot. “Gia?” Dmitry’s voice follows imme

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 muffled against his skin. He hums, the sound vibrating through him, and it sends an unexpected shiver down my spine. “You will see.” He stops in front of a door and shifts his grip, holding me tighter with one arm. “Can you stay still, baby. I want to open the door.” I nod against his chest, suddenly aware of how small I feel in his arms. How easy it is for him to carry me like this. “Good girl.” The words settle low in my stomach making my body heat in some type of pleasure. I feel him reach for something, the faint click of a handle, and then we step forward. The room is dark, swallowing us whole. I wait for him to call Alexa, but he does not. Instead, he fumbles briefly along the w

Forty-Four: Where I Belong 🔞

GiannaI breathe in, steadying myself. My heart pounds in my chest like a war drum. Fear, excitement, longing—they swirl together, tight and overwhelming. But beneath it all is a single, solid certainty.I want this.I want him.And I will let myself fall into it completely.I nod once more, the decision settling deep in my bones. Dmitry does not rush me, he never actually does. Instead, he offers his hand again, steady and sure, and I place mine in it without hesitation.He leads me across the room toward a satin bed I didn't quite notice at first. the fabric catching the light in soft blue ripples. When I sit, it sinks slightly beneath me, cool and smooth against my skin. He stands between my knees for a moment, just looking at me, like he is baring this moment deep in his memory so he never forgets it. “Still with me?” he asks quietly.“Yes,” I answer, just as softly.That's enough of a go ahead for him. His fingers brushed against the strap of my shirt, undressing me slowly. Re

Forty-Five: Soft Yet Hard You Are 🔞

Dmitry Fuck, being on my knees is one thing. Being in my knees in front of Gianna, is another fucking thing. She looks at me through her lashes, like she's trying to fucking rip my soul right out of my body and I'm trying so fucking hard not to plunge so deep inside her right now. “You're going to fuck me, right?” She asks, trembling and I know she's been praying for this.My lips curve into a sly smile, I'm going to do more than fuck her. I'll fucking imprint on her if I have to, if it's the only way to prove myself worthy to her. “I’m going to do everything you’ve ever wanted, baby.”She shivers beneath me breathing hard against my chest. “That sounds sweetly like a threat.”I stare into her beautiful doe brown eyes, she looks so fucking unreal. Her hair is splayed across the sheets with her pouty lips parted.“It is.” I promise, pulling back from her. Gianna looks at me, amusingly. “What? Are you gonna spank me or maybe,” she glances over to the X cross in the corner of the r

Forty-Six: Fucking Pussy 🔞

Dmitry Her eyes widen at my words and she punches my arm, the impact soft but dramatic enough that I let out a fake grunt and clutch the spot like she has mortally wounded me. “Stop teasing me like that, Dima,” she mutters, though the corner of her mouth betrays her. I cannot stop teasing her. I am trying to draw this out, it's a necessity and an opportunity I can't look away from. I want time to bend around us, days. Weeks. Just us locked away from our dark reality. We don't need food, okay that's crazy. We do. I can easily sneak meals inside while she's asleep. The room is quiet, insulated and away from the main rooms. So there's lack of natural light filtering into the room, no reminder of time. Nothing. Just her warm skin, soothing mine. But I know better. No matter how tightly I hold onto her, reality waits outside the door. It won't change the fact she's trying to end us. [Ya tak silno oblazhalsya. I teper vsyo, chto mne ostayotsya, eto popytatsya postroit chto-to do

Forty-Seven: You Taste Good 🔞

Dmitry Gianna’s hips tremble and roll as I hold the vibrating toy as deep inside her as it can go, the tail flicking mercilessly against her swollen pink clit. I lie between her legs, staring up at her head thrown back in pleasure, the strands of damp hair clinging to her temples, the slight sheen of sweat making her skin glow in the dim light. I push the toy harder, angling it precisely against her inner walls, memorizing the way her body jerks, how every little tremor passes from her core to her toes. Her reactions feed me like nothing else ever has. She lifts her hips off the mattress with a groan so raw it makes my teeth ache to clench. I almost lose my grip on her thigh as she kicks weakly against my back, pressing down as if trying to push me away, but the fight has drained out of her after her second orgasm. Her moans grow louder behind the gag, muffled but desperate, her whines and sharp breaths filling the room with a frantic rhythm that echoes against my chest. Her

Forty-Eight: How Can I Please Her? 🔞

Dmitry I watch as her chest heaves, letting out a train of incomprehensible words as her brows knit together, then scrunch up in apprehension before settling into a glare. Yes, only Gianna will go through countless emotions at once. She confuses me, but I like this. I like being the reason she can't speak properly. I arch a brow, it weirdly feels like roleplay and I'm enjoying it. “You’re still bratty?” I half expect her to look away, as before but her glare is even tougher now. My chest vibrates with a deep chuckle, she is such a sexy bratty kitten but I'll be lying if I say it doesn't make my dick throb harder with need. “Baby, if you keep acting this I'll have to hold out on you.” I say matter of factly, leaning on one hand to free the other. I drag my fingers across her temple, pushing a lock of her soft hair back. She leans into my touch then shakes but then tries to shake me off but her movement allows me to follow the strand to the back of her head and anchor

Forty-Nine: A Long Night 🔞

Dmitry I groan as I lower my mouth, too busy fighting the urge to slam straight into her to care about her tone. My lips skate hers, her breath mingling with mine. “How many points did you lose for telling me what you want? One? A thousand?” I tease, intending to kiss her but just before my lips plants on hers, she whips her face away. My mouth, having lost its target, lands on her cheek and I stay still. Irritation and lust go hand in hand when Gianna is in the picture, because my cock throbs excitedly at how much she keeps defying me. I guess I am a masochist, or is it a sadist? Only for Gianna. The smile on my lips quickly forms into a gin against her sweaty grin. She wants rough, I'll give her rough. I rise up slowly, letting her smug stair. A chuckle drips from my teeth, I'll do as she pleases then. I tear away, slipping an arm under her back, swiftly flipping her to her stomach making the bind around her wrists loose enough to twist her. Gia gasps, ready to escap

Fifty: Breeding Her 🔞

DmitryI chuckle. “Try again.” I plunge in hard.She cried out, then spit out, “I don't give a shit about you.”“No.” I bare my teeth in annoyance. “Fucking say it, Gia.”I need to hear that she still loves me.“Dmitry Orlov!”“You little brat,” I growl and yank my hips back. My cock slips out of her dripping cunt with a sloppy pop.“No,” Gia whines, her body rocking back in search of me. I move my hand to her upper back to hold her still. She throws me a glare over her shoulder. “Put it back in now.”Leaning upright, I lift my hand and swat her hard across one full arse cheek. She gasps, her body jerking forward from the harsh impact. Her fingers claw at the fabric around her wrists.“Don’t fucking tell me what to do,” I was , grazing my blunt nails over her red skin, elongating the lingering sting of my slap enough to make her whimper. “Are you going to say it, or do I have to spank your ass until you do?”“Fuck you,” she spits out again without a single breath between my words an

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