All Chapters of My Pretty Little Kitten : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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

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

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

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

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