บททั้งหมดของ Daddy's filthy little pet : บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

Killian’s POVRae was still curled in my lap, her head tucked under my chin, breathing steadier now but still fragile, like one wrong move could crack her open again.I couldn’t keep her here forever, folded against me in a parked SUV on a quiet side street. She needed space to stretch, And I needed to get her somewhere safe. Somewhere mine.I pressed one last soft kiss to her temple. “C’mon, angel. Let’s get you up front where you belong.”She made a small, protesting sound—half whine, half sigh—but didn’t fight when I shifted her carefully off my lap. I opened the back door, stepped out into the cooling evening air, then reached back in to scoop her up again. Bridal style. Easy. Familiar. Her arms looped loosely around my neck, cheek resting against my shoulder as I carried her around to the passenger side.The front seat was already reclined a little from earlier—when I’d sped here like the devil was chasing me. I eased her down gently, buckling her in with the same care I’d use

Rae’s POVSunlight filtered through the thin white curtains of the pool house bedroom in soft, golden ribbons, the kind that made everything feel a little less real, a little more dreamlike. I woke slowly—body heavy with the kind of sleep that only comes after crying yourself empty, eating in the middle of the night, and being held so tightly it felt like the world couldn’t reach you anymore.My cheek was pressed to Killian’s bare chest. His heartbeat was steady under my ear—deep, slow thumps that synced with my own breathing like they’d been trained to do it.One of his arms was slung possessively across my waist, fingers splayed wide over the curve of my hip even in sleep. The other rested loosely behind his head, elbow bent, bicep curved in that effortless way that always made my stomach flutter. His face was turned slightly toward me—lips parted just enough to let soft breaths escape, dark lashes fanned against his cheekbones, stubble shadowing his jaw in a way that looked unfai

Rae’s POVKillian’s thumb kept stroking slow, reassuring circles over my knuckles.He was quiet for a long beat, staring at the wall across from us like he could see the whole plan unfolding there. His jaw worked side to side—thinking, calculating, the way he always did when something mattered this much.Then he exhaled, decisive and turned to me.“Okay, angel,” he said, voice low but steady. “Here’s what we do. We don’t let him keep texting her like nothing happened. We don’t let him control the narrative anymore. Zara needs to say yes to tonight.”My eyes widened. “Yes? You want her to actually go out with him?”“Not really go out with him,” he corrected quickly, squeezing my hand. “We make him think she’s saying yes. She texts back something sweet—play along, keep him hooked. Tell him she misses him too, that she’d love dinner. Pick the place he suggested—the Italian spot downtown. Make sure it’s public, lots of people, but somewhere we can control the edges.”I frowned, trying to

Rae’s POVVictor walked in like he owned the place—shoulders back, easy smile, scanning the room until his eyes landed on Zara. The moment he saw her, his face softened in that practiced, charming way that used to make Mom blush at breakfast. Now it just made my stomach turn.He didn’t notice us.Not yet.He strode straight to the booth, jacket still slung over one arm, loosening his tie the rest of the way as he approached. Zara stood up to greet him—smooth, rehearsed, like we’d practiced in the car. She let him pull her into a quick hug, his hand lingering a second too long on her lower back. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t push away. Just smiled—small, tight, perfect.“Hey, beautiful,” he said, voice low and warm, the same tone he used when he called Mom “love” over coffee. “Sorry I’m late. Traffic was a nightmare.”“No worries,” Zara replied, voice steady. “I’m just glad you’re here.”He kissed her cheek—quick, casual—then slid into the booth across from her, facing the door. Perfect.

Rae’s POVSleep came hard that night tangled in dreams of Victor’s face twisting from charm to panic over and over. In the haze of my subconscious, I saw him again and again. I'd jolt awake every hour or so, heart pounding, sweat beading on my forehead despite the cool air from the pool house AC. Each time, the dream would shift: sometimes he'd lunge across the table at Zara, other times he'd turn to me with that pleading look, whispering lies that sounded too real.Killian held me through it all, his arms a steady cage around my body, not trapping but protecting, like a fortress against the nightmares. He'd stir whenever I did, his breath warm against my ear as he pulled me closer, whispering “I’ve got you” every time I stirred. His voice was low and gravelly, laced with sleep but full of that unwavering certainty that always made me feel a little less alone in the world. I'd burrow into his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of his skin—faint cologne mixed with the clean laundr