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2026-03-14 19:40:18
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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 Tomorrow we'd fly home
Rae’s POV The moon was high when we stepped back into the suite—full and silver, spilling cold light across the marble floor and the white sheets of the unmade bed. The balcony doors had been left open all day; now the ocean sounded louder in the dark, a steady roar that filled every corner of the room. Killian closed the door behind us with a quiet click. No rush. No words at first. He just looked at me—eyes dark and steady—then crossed the space between us in three slow steps. His hands found my waist—thumbs brushing the silk of the wrap dress I’d worn to dinner. The fabric was still warm from my skin, the knot at my waist loose from hours of dancing and leaning into him on the sand. He didn’t untie it yet. Instead he cupped my face—tilted it up—and kissed me like we had all the time in the world. Slow. Deep. Tongue brushing mine in lazy strokes that tasted like the last sip of red wine we’d shared. I sighed into his mouth, hands sliding up his chest, fingers curling int
Daddy's filthy little pet Come here kitten
Rae’s POV I sat on the edge of my bed for a solid five minutes after Killian left, just staring at my phone like it might bite me. My thighs were still trembling under his shirt, the soft cotton brushing my bare skin every time I moved, reminding me I was wearing nothing but a thin black thong
Huling Na-update : 2026-03-17Daddy's filthy little pet Good girl
Rae’s POVThe rest of the day crawled by in a haze of torture.I hid in my room, pretending to study, pretending to breathe normally, pretending I wasn’t hyper-aware of every footstep in the hallway. Every time the floorboards creaked, my heart slammed against my ribs. Every time he laughed at
Huling Na-update : 2026-03-17Daddy's filthy little pet I'm all yours, only yours.
Rae’s POV Killian’s eyes darkened the instant the words left my lips.He pulled back just enough to look at me, thumbs still stroking my cheekbones, breath coming a little harder than before.“Baby,” he said, voice low and strained, “you can’t say things like that right now. Not when I’m already
Huling Na-update : 2026-03-18Daddy's filthy little pet You're soaked baby
Rae’s POV The moment his lips closed around my nipple through the silk, a shiver raced down my spine. The fabric was already damp from his mouth, clinging to the hard peak, and every slow pull of his lips sent sparks straight between my legs. I could feel myself getting wetter, thighs pressing
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