All Chapters of My Pretty Dirty Kitten : Chapter 71 - Chapter 78

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Seventy-One: Masochist

Braide Family issues? What family issues? I want to slap my face and finally focus on what's right in front of me. But how can I even do that? I lost my senses the second her fingers dabbed in spirit brushed past my nostrils. She was touching herself. I'm certain of that, I smelt her juices from the minute I hugged her. Sure I wanted to rattle Dmitry's feathers after Rhonda came home in tears but seeing her wrapped in a silk robe, hair in a bonnet and her pretty eyes on me. Not Dmitry, me. It struck a possessive nerve in me and I needed her in my arms. Now, sitting across from her watching those intense eyes egging me to continue my supposed plea for help I can't help but curse myself. I'm sure jealous of Dmitry Orlov. He gets her whenever he wants and yet…“Aren't you going to say something?” She asks, snapping my attention back to her. And I scratch the back of my head. Right. Family issues. Roxanne? Rhonda? She hates Rhonda a ton, so she wouldn't give a shit about her and

Seventy-Two: Rhonda Is Gone

GiannaBraide and Dmitry are sitting in the living room when I come downstairs and the specific quality of their silence tells me they have been talking about something neither of them is going to repeat.I look between them. "Should I be worried?""No," they both say. At the same time. Which is somehow more alarming than if only one of them had said it.Dmitry stands the second I reach the bottom stairs, not in a rush though. Just rising slowly like gravity adjusted itself around me arriving in the room. Which is something I've relatively noticed him doing lately. He hands me a coffee without being asked. I inhale, letting the sweet aroma fill my senses before taking a sip.I don’t care what anyone says—mocha is coffee, and the best kind of coffee.The almond milk and dark chocolate melt across my tongue, and I shut my eyes, holding back a moan.The perfect combination.I feel both men’s gaze burning through my skin, nearly making me choke on the coffee. Shit. There's no need to be

Seventy-Three: Only You, Please

Gianna I locked my phone after that and sat on the staircase for another minute, staring at nothing. Whatever is going on between me and Tamer is getting more serious and more personal by the day, but it’s supposed to be just work. Not whatever this is becoming. Below me, Dmitry and Braide are doing that thing where they’re not technically talking but deciding whether to resume fighting or not. The tension between them is thick and unsettled. Braide looks more lost and blank than I’ve ever seen him. Rhonda is gone. That much is clear and Dmitry, as much as he’s trying to look nonchalant about it, still carries something sad in the set of his jaw. I tried to see it from their angle. Rhonda who has been circling this house and Dmitry himself like bad weather for weeks just packed a bag and left and somehow that feels like the beginning of something rather than the end of it. I don’t know why but thinking about it sends a shiver down my spine, the type that means something negati

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

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

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.

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.

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

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