All Chapters of Daddy's filthy little pet : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Rae’s POVHis hands flexed on my hips—fingers digging in just enough to leave faint marks—before he shifted beneath me. In one fluid motion he stood, lifting me with him like I was weightless. My legs stayed wrapped around his waist for a heartbeat, then he turned and carried me the few steps back to the bed.He laid me down slowly—reverently almost—lowering me onto the cool sheets until my back met the mattress. My sleep tee was still bunched around my ribs, breasts bare and flushed from his earlier attention, the fresh hickey on my neck throbbing like a second heartbeat. He followed me down—knees bracketing my hips, forearms planted beside my head—caging me without crushing me.For a long moment he just looked.Eyes roaming my face, my throat, the rise and fall of my chest, the way my thighs trembled slightly where they framed his waist.Then he kissed me again.This one was different—deeper, hungrier, but slower too. Like he was memorizing the shape of my mouth all over again. H

Rae’s POVThe moment his two thick fingers slid deep inside me, everything narrowed to that single point of contact. I was so wet, so ready after all the teasing, that they glided in smoothly—stretching my walls with a delicious burn that made my breath catch sharply in my throat. He didn’t thrust immediately. Instead, he held them there—buried to the knuckles—letting me feel every ridge, every vein, the way they filled me perfectly but still left me wanting. My inner muscles clenched around him instinctively, greedy and fluttering, trying to pull him deeper even though there was no more to give.Killian groaned low against my thigh—his breath hot and ragged—before he slowly began to move.He curled his fingers upward first—deliberate, searching—until the pads pressed firmly against that spongy spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyelids. The pressure was firm but controlled, rubbing in small, tight circles that sent jolts of pleasure radiating outward. My hips jerke

Rae’s POVThe world felt soft around the edges—like the air itself had slowed down, gone warm and hazy. Killian was still buried deep inside me, our bodies locked together in that perfect, trembling stillness that comes right after everything explodes. His weight pressed me into the mattress in the best way: grounding, safe, overwhelming in all the right places. Our chests rose and fell in uneven rhythm, breaths tangling, skin slick with sweat and everything we’d just given each other.He didn’t pull out. Not yet.Instead he lowered his forehead to mine—careful, tender—nose brushing the bridge of mine. His eyes were half-lidded, dark lashes casting shadows on his cheeks, but the usual storm in them had quieted. What was left was something softer. Something raw.I reached up first—fingers trembling a little as I cupped his face. My thumbs traced the sharp line of his jaw, the faint stubble that always scratched just right. He turned his head slightly, pressing a slow kiss into the

Rae’s POVKillian’s arms were still wrapped around me from behind, his chin resting gently on my shoulder, our reflections blurred and soft in the foggy mirror. I could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against my back, like a quiet promise that he wasn’t going anywhere.He broke the silence first—voice low and warm against my ear.“Let me take care of you, babygirl.”I turned my head just enough to catch his eye, smiling small and sleepy. “You already did.”“Not enough.” He pressed a kiss to the damp skin behind my ear. “Not even close.”He reached for the shampoo bottle on the ledge—the one with the coconut and vanilla scent he always said reminded him of summer on my skin. He squeezed a generous amount into his palm, rubbed his hands together, then gently tilted my head back so my hair fell into the water. His fingers worked the shampoo in slowly, massaging my scalp with firm, soothing circles. The pressure was perfect—not too hard, not too light—just enough to melt the

Rae’s POVKillian stayed kneeling beside the bed, his hand still cupping my cheek, thumb brushing slow, soothing arcs across my skin. The lamplight turned his eyes warm honey, and even though I was pretending to be upset, I couldn’t stop the tiny flutter in my chest when he looked at me like that—like I was the only thing in his entire world worth protecting.He sighed—soft, fond, a little defeated—and leaned closer until his forehead touched mine.“You know how things are right now, babygirl,” he said quietly, voice low enough that it felt like a secret just for us. “You know fully well we’re walking on the edge. One wrong sound, one creak of the floorboard… and Victor or your mom could see me coming out of your room. Or worse—see me in here. We’ve been careful for a reason. I can’t risk her finding out like this. Not when everything’s still so fragile.”I bit my lip—pout still in place, but softer now.“I know,” I mumbled, eyes flicking down to where my fingers twisted the edge of