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2026-01-25 05:55:17
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Daddy's filthy little pet What if it's not nothing?
Rae’s POVThe morning after the midnight tears felt quieter than the ones before it. Killian had held me until I fell back asleep, his arm a steady weight around my waist, his breath warm against my hair. When I woke again, the sun was higher, the room filled with that soft coastal light that made everything look a little gentler. He was already up—dressed in a simple black T-shirt and jeans, hair still damp from the shower, moving quietly so he wouldn’t wake me.He leaned down when he saw my eyes open, kissed my forehead, then my lips—slow and gentle.“I have to head out for a bit,” he said softly. “There’s a meeting with the resort manager about some paperwork for the boat yesterday. Shouldn’t take long. An hour, maybe two. You okay staying here with Zara?”I nodded, still half-asleep, reaching up to touch his cheek. “Yeah. I’ll be fine.”He searched my face for a second—those gray eyes always seeing more than I wanted them to—then kissed me again, deeper this time, like he was
Daddy's filthy little pet Is it a crime to love you?
Rae’s POV I jolted awake in the dark. Heart racing, chest tight, sheets twisted around my legs like they’d tried to hold me down. The clock on the nightstand glowed 2:47 a.m. Moonlight sliced through the cracked balcony doors in thin silver blades, cutting across the bed and Killian’s bare shoulder beside me. He was still asleep—arm draped over my waist, fingers loose but warm against my stomach, breathing deep and even. I tried to stay quiet. I really did. Didn’t want to wake him again. Didn’t want to be the reason his eyes opened full of worry for the third time tonight. But the tears came anyway. Hot. Silent. Rolling down my temples into the pillow. I bit my lip hard—hard enough to taste copper—but small, choked sounds escaped anyway. My shoulders shook. I curled tighter into myself—knees to chest, arms wrapped around my shins—trying to muffle it, trying to make myself small enough that the pain couldn’t find me. Mom’s voice kept looping in my head—every word a fresh cut.
Daddy's filthy little pet Sorry I shut you out
Rae’s POV The hallway was dim—only the warm yellow spill from the kitchen ahead breaking the shadows. The house was silent except for the faint, familiar hum of the fridge and the distant tick of the wall clock in the living room. My legs felt unsteady as I stepped out of the guest room—knees weak from crying, hoodie sleeves damp and wrinkled from wiping tears. I paused just outside the doorway, heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears, a dull thud-thud-thud that drowned out everything else. I didn’t know what I’d find when I reached the light. Part of me was terrified he’d be angry—quietly furious that I’d shut him out, that I’d hurt him by disappearing behind a closed door. Part of me was ashamed—deep, burning shame that I’d let my mother’s words crawl inside my head and make me believe, even for a moment, that I was dirty for loving him. Part of me was guilty—because he’d been suffering alone in that kitchen while I cried in Zara’s arms. And part of me—just the
Daddy's filthy little pet He's waiting
Rae’s POV The guest room felt smaller than it ever had. I’d curled myself into the smallest ball possible on top of the duvet—knees pulled tight to my chest, arms wrapped around my shins, hoodie hood up like it could hide me from everything. The bedside lamp was on—low, amber—throwing long shadows across the wall. Curtains closed. Suitcase still zipped by the door where Killian had set it down. I hadn’t touched it. Hadn’t moved much at all since walking past Zara and shutting the door behind me. I kept replaying the call in my head—every word sharp enough to cut fresh each time. You’re such a disappointment, Rae. Never did I imagine a day would come that I’d find out my child has become a whore. The words looped—louder each cycle—until my chest hurt and my breathing came shallow and fast. I pressed my forehead harder into my knees, trying to make myself smaller, trying to disappear. Soft knock on the door. “Rae?” Zara’s voice—gentle, careful. “Can I come in, babe?” I did
Daddy's filthy little pet She wouldn't even look at me
Killian’s POV The airport terminal assaulted every sense after five days in the resort bubble. Too bright. Too loud. Too many people moving too fast. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead like angry insects; announcements crackled in three languages; rolling suitcases clattered across tile. I kept Rae tucked against my side—arm tight around her waist, one hand carrying both our carry-ons so she didn’t have to lift a finger. She didn’t pull away, but she didn’t lean in either. Just moved—mechanical, eyes forward, face blank except for the red rims and faint tear tracks she hadn’t bothered to wipe. I hated every second of it. She’d barely spoken since the call. After her mother’s voice sliced through the phone like glass, Rae had stood frozen in the middle of the suite—silent tears rolling, phone still pressed to her ear long after the line went dead. I’d rushed to her, pulled her into my arms, rocked her on the floor until the sobs slowed. But when I asked what happened she’d o
Daddy's filthy little pet Please just hold me
Rae’s POV The morning sun was already bright and merciless when I woke up. It poured through the open balcony doors in thick golden shafts, turning the white sheets into blinding white and the marble floor into a mirror. Killian was still asleep beside me—face half-buried in the pillow, one arm flung across my waist, breathing deep and slow. His skin smelled like salt, sunscreen, and us from last night. The room still carried the faint scent of chlorine from the pool, lavender from the spa, and the lingering sweetness of the strawberries we’d eaten off each other’s fingers at 3 a.m. I lay there for a few minutes—watching his chest rise and fall, tracing the line of his jaw with my eyes—until my phone buzzed once on the nightstand. Then again. Then a third time—persistent. I reached for it without thinking. Mom. The name on the screen hit me like cold water. My stomach dropped so fast I felt dizzy. I hadn’t spoken to her since we left. Not once. Texts—yes. Quick “I’m fine” re
Daddy's filthy little pet Carry me
Killian’s POVThe island was already a memory behind us—sand still clinging to the floor mats, salt still on our skin—but Rae was right here, curled against the passenger door with her bare feet tucked under her thighs, head resting on the window, cherry-wine dress wrinkled and glowing in the golde
Last Updated : 2026-03-26Daddy's filthy little pet That's where we have a problem
Rae’s POVI raised an eyebrow, smiling. “You’re moving to Paris and becoming a pastry chef?”She laughed—real, bubbly, the sound I’d missed so much it hurt.“No, but close. I… I went on a date. Like, a real one. Last weekend.”My mouth dropped open.“Wait—seriously? Zara!”She nodded so fast her po
Last Updated : 2026-03-26Daddy's filthy little pet Not even close
Rae’s POVThe blanket beneath us was warm from the sun, grains of sand clinging to the edges where the tide had kissed the shore earlier. The picnic remnants—half-eaten tartlets, scattered grape stems, the empty rosé bottle tipped sideways in its bucket—lay forgotten a few feet away. The only sou
Last Updated : 2026-03-26Daddy's filthy little pet Under the table
Rae’s POVThe next morning arrived soft and golden, sunlight slipping through the curtains in lazy ribbons that made the whole room feel like it was still half-dreaming. I woke slowly—stretching under the covers, feeling every faint, delicious ache Killian had left behind yesterday on the island.
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