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Sixty-Three: Let's End This
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2026-03-25 23:53:57
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My Pretty Dirty Kitten Seventy-Nine: He Woke Up
Dmitry “Good day, Mr. Orlov,” Mr. Musk greets from the other end of the line. I grunt in response, biting down on my lower lip when Gianna's fingers drift toward my zipper. I catch her wrist immediately, but she only smiles innocently from where she's perched on my lap, legs wrapped around my waist. Focus on your work while I do mine, she mouths. Damn it, kitten. She’s such a little menace. I tighten my hold on her wrist, silently warning her to behave, but Gianna merely shifts against me, entirely too pleased with herself. “Mr. Orlov?” Mr. Musk prompts from the other end. Shit. “My apologies,” I say, forcing my attention back to the call. “You were saying?” Gianna beams like she's just won some sort of award for being the world's greatest distraction. She's enjoying this. Entirely too much. “Of course,” Mr. Musk continues, oblivious to the war currently taking place in my office. “As I was saying, the board would like your final approval before moving forward.” “Send me
My Pretty Dirty Kitten Seventy-Eight: Doing To Me
Dmitry Gianna finally falls back asleep, but I can't shut my eyes for even a second knowing yet another problem is resurfacing in my fucking life, and I'm sure as hell Mama is the architect behind this. Deal with one problem and another comes waltzing right into your life. I turn to look at Gianna. Her mouth is slightly parted as she snuggles closer to me. Damn it. I should have told her the full truth, but I panicked. I fucking panicked. My phone buzzes again and, luckily, it's only on vibration. I check the screen and, sure enough, it's from Candace. Candy_O: No response? My thumb finds its way to my mouth and I begin biting on my nail. Candy can't come just yet. Not before I reveal myself as Tamer. I need at most a week. That should be enough to tell Gianna the truth and settle everything... right? Me: I have a pressing engagement, something I need to handle. Me: Can you hold off for a week or two? If your visit is urgent, I can arrange housing for you. I press send, ne
My Pretty Dirty Kitten Seventy-Seven: Your First
Gianna “I’m really sorry Dima sweetie, you know if it was up to me I wouldn’t be in New York if it wasn’t urgent. Please don’t be mad at me pookie bear.” I stare at the text, and then back at a sleeping Dmitry. Dima sweetie? Pookie bear!??? He didn’t mention anything about this woman who— I thought he disliked pet names? Great to know Rhonda isn’t his only woman.Goodness, the idea of smothering him with a pillow feels so good right now.“Why are you up baby?” 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.“Your phone woke me up.”His 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? She’s ignoring what happened this morning, her focus fully on her phone now and I’m really tempted to groan out of frustration. Twelve fucking hours without her and now she’s here, she pays me no heed? “You going to talk to me or keep ignoring my ass?” I question, arms crossed as I stare at her. She’s 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 doesn’t look up from her phone. “Let’s say, you’re not as interesting as you think, Mr. Orlov.” My cock twitches at her use of my surname and I almost turn blue. Mr. Orlov. She only pulls that out when she’s trying to ignore her aching desire and need for me, by putting distance between us. I’ve catalogued all of her distance tactics at this point; it’s become something of an involuntary hobby. One I fucking dislike. “You called me Dima last night,” I point out.
My Pretty Dirty Kitten Seventy-Five: Eleven Missed Calls
Gianna “License stays.” That’s 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. I’m genuinely happy for her. I’m also starving and my slides are actively punishing me for this entire morning but that’s a separate issue. We’re barely outside when her phone goes off. She’s already typing before I can open my mouth. “Braide?” I ask. “Sponsor.” She doesn’t look up. “Two minutes.” I lean against the wall and open my own phone. Tamer’s last message is still there from this morning but I don’t reopen the chat. There’s 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 I’m actively choosing not to think about it because thinking about it means thinking about how angry he’s 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 fucker’s presence was an inconvenience to me anyway. I didn’t bother seeing him out. We’ve said everything that needed saying and a few things that didn’t need saying at all, and I have no interest in extending this morning any further than it’s 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 don’t 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 someone’s 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 that’s bothering me. It takes about four seconds. I walk to the bottom of the stairs. “Gianna.” “Kitten” I heard noth
My Pretty Dirty Kitten Twelve: A Gift For You
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 actua
Last Updated : 2026-03-18My Pretty Dirty Kitten Thirteen: Vibrating Thong 🔞
Gianna This is stupid. Really freaking stupid, I think to myself as I slip into the red lacy thong that Kitten Tamer “gifted” me. What if it has some sort of disease in it? Yeah, Diane said it was cross‑checked for tracking devices and sperm, and it came out clear, but what about STIs? I groan a
Last Updated : 2026-03-18My Pretty Dirty Kitten Ten: Spread Open For Me
Dmitry Good grief. That’s the only thing I feel. Not anger. Maybe a flicker of jealousy. But mostly a low, almost embarrassing sense of pity for Gianna’s little poster boyfriend. The boy looks like he might piss himself just from standing in front of me. Not like last night, when he’s bold enough
Last Updated : 2026-03-17My Pretty Dirty Kitten Nine: Be My Personal Slut
Gianna I click the lock on my bedroom door twice to make sure it is secure, then lean against it for a second, letting out a slow breath. The room is quiet except for the soft hum of my ring light warming up. I glance at the clock on my desk. Ten minutes until the stream starts. I step in front o
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