Daddy's filthy little pet のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Rae’s POVI stepped back quickly—almost tripping over my own sandals—and swatted his chest again, lighter this time, more playful than angry. “Ethan! You shouldn’t have said that.”He blinked—innocent, but that dimple was still there, betraying him. “Said what? That your skin is soft? That I wonder what it would feel like to kiss you? Or that I’d prefer to taste the cake from your lips?”“All of it!” I hissed, voice low so the old lady with the produce cart wouldn’t overhear again. My face was on fire. “You can’t just… say stuff like that. We’re supposed to be friends.”He raised his hands in mock surrender, but his eyes were sparkling. “I’m sorry. Really. I got carried away. You just… you make it really easy to say things I shouldn’t.”I crossed my arms, trying to look stern, but the smile tugging at my lips ruined it. “You’re impossible.”“You keep saying that,” he teased. “I’m starting to think it’s your favorite word for me.”I rolled my eyes, turning back to the shelf to grab a c

Rae’s POVA few days had passed since the chaos with Ethan's texts and Mom’s almost-catch in my room. The house felt different now heavier, like everyone was holding their breath waiting for the next shoe to drop. Or maybe it was just me. Victor hadn’t said anything more to Mom that we knew of, but his glares at Killian during meals were colder than ever. Mom kept pushing Ethan subtly—showing me his Instagram stories, mentioning how “sweet” he was, asking if I’d texted him back. I’d smile, change the subject, and disappear upstairs or to the pool house as fast as possible.Killian and I were careful—more careful than ever. No more lingering touches in the kitchen. No more stolen kisses in hallways. We met in the pool house late at night or early morning, quick and desperate, like we were afraid the world might end before we got another chance. But even those moments felt shadowed now. The guilt hadn’t disappeared; it had just settled deeper, quieter, like a bruise you learn to li

Rae’s POVThe milkshake place he’d promised was only a ten-minute drive away—a little retro spot called “Shake Shack” with neon signs, checkered floors, and milkshakes so thick you needed two straws. I sat with my hands in my lap, fingers twisting the hem of Killian’s hoodie, trying not to think about the unanswered texts on my phone or the way Mom’s matchmaking had felt like a quiet betrayal.Ethan didn’t push conversation. He just drove—calm, steady, one hand loose on the wheel, the other resting on the console near mine. Every few minutes he’d glance over—not prying, just checking—and smile that small, reassuring smile that made my shoulders drop a fraction lower each time.When we pulled into the parking lot, the neon sign buzzed pink and blue above us. He killed the engine and turned to me.“Ready for the best milkshake of your life?” he asked, voice soft.I managed a small laugh. “Big promise.”“Big truth,” he countered, hopping out and jogging around to open my door before I

Rae’s POV Then he pulled back—slowly, reluctantly—eyes locked on mine like he was memorizing every inch of my face.“Goodnight, beautiful,” he said quietly.I couldn’t speak. Just nodded, throat too tight.He finally released my wrist. I slipped out of the car on shaky legs, the night air hitting me like a cold slap. I didn’t look back as I walked up the path—couldn’t. If I did, I might crumble.The front door clicked shut behind me. The house was dark and quiet. Mom and stepdad were already asleep. Only the faint blue glow from the pool lights leaked through the back windows.I climbed the stairs like I was moving through water, each step heavier than the last. My room felt too small when I pushed the door open. I flicked on the bedside lamp—soft gold light—and locked the door behind me. Habit now. Because of *him*.I peeled off Killian’s hoodie first. The fabric still smelled like him—dark, masculine, a little like chlorine and sin. I folded it carefully, set it on the chair li

Rae’s POVKillian’s words hung in the air like smoke—thick, intoxicating, impossible to ignore.“I’m going to spank you until you can’t sit tomorrow without remembering exactly who you belong to.”My pulse roared in my ears. Every inch of my skin felt too tight, too hot, too alive. I stared up at him—his forearms still braced on either side of my head, his body a wall of heat and muscle pinning me to the mattress without even touching me yet. His cock pressed insistently against my thigh, hard and unyielding, a reminder of everything I’d just done to him with my mouth.He didn’t move right away. Just watched me—eyes dark, pupils blown wide, breathing controlled but heavy. Letting the anticipation build until I was squirming beneath him, thighs pressing together uselessly.Then, slowly, he lowered his head.His mouth brushed mine—once. Barely. A ghost of a kiss. Teasing. Testing.I chased it—tilted my chin up, lips parting on a soft, needy sound.That was all the permission he needed