Todos los capítulos de Daddy's filthy little pet : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Rae’s POVThe room was nothing but heat and heartbeat and the low hum of the TV we’d long forgotten. I was trembling on his lap, thighs clamped around his hips, lace soaked through, every roll of my hips dragging my clit over the thick ridge of his cock. Killian’s hands were iron on my ass, guiding me, but I could feel the tremor in his fingers, he was holding on by a thread.I wanted that thread to snap.I slid one hand down his chest, nails scraping lightly over his T-shirt, until I reached the waistband of his sweatpants. My fingers brushed the hot, hard length straining beneath the fabric and he hissed, hips jerking up into my touch.“Rae…” My name was a warning and a prayer.I smiled, small, wicked, and rubbed him slowly through the cotton, tracing the shape of him with my palm. Up, down, pressing harder when I reached the head, feeling the wet spot already forming. His head fell back against the couch, throat working on a groan.“Fuck, baby.”Emboldened, I slipped off his l

Rae’s POVThe silence after my confession stretched so long I could hear the soft tick of the hallway clock. Killian stayed crouched in front of me, thumbs stroking slow arcs over my cheeks, eyes searching mine like he could see every frightened corner of my heart.“Rae,” he started, voice low and steady, “I hear you. I do. This whole thing is a fucking mess on paper. Step-uncle, age gap, your mom, my brother… I know exactly how complicated it is. I’m not blind.”I bit my lip, hugging my knees tighter.“But listen to me.” He leaned closer, until our foreheads touched and all I could see was blue. “Right now, tonight, tomorrow, the next six days, we have this house. We have each other. No one’s watching. No one’s judging. Just us. And I refuse to let the future steal the present from you. When we actually hit that bridge, we’ll figure it out together. I promise you that. But for now… can we just be here? Can we just enjoy the fact that I get to hold you, kiss you, feed you lasagna an

Rae’s POVI woke slowly, wrapped in warmth and the faint scent of cedar and sleep-warm skin. For a moment I didn’t know where I was. The sheets were softer than mine, the mattress deeper, and there was a heavy arm locked around my waist like an iron band. A leg was thrown over both of mine, pinning me gently but firmly in place. Killian’s chest rose and fell against my back, slow and steady, his breath tickling the tiny hairs at my nape.He’d carried me to the pool house.I remembered falling asleep on the couch sometime after the credits rolled, my cheek on his chest, his fingers drawing lazy circles on my hip. I must have been completely out, because I had zero memory of the walk here. Now we were tangled together in his king-sized bed, fairy lights he must have switched on casting a soft golden glow over the room.He was clingy in his sleep, ridiculously so. One arm under my neck, the other cinched tight around my middle, palm splayed possessively over my stomach. His thigh

Rae’s POVKillian’s chest was still heaving when he rolled us gently, pressing one last lazy kiss to my swollen lips. “You,” he rasped, voice deliciously wrecked, “are a very naughty girl.”I giggled, high and breathless, and he scooped me up before I could protest, one arm under my knees, the other cradling my back like I weighed nothing. My arms looped around his neck on instinct.“Where are we going?” I mumbled into his shoulder.“To clean up my mess,” he said, nipping my earlobe. “You made me lose control, kitten.”He carried me into the en-suite, the motion easy and familiar, and set me on the wide marble counter while he turned on the taps. Warm water thundered into the deep soaking tub, steam curling up around us.He tossed in a handful of bath salts that smelled faintly of cedar and lavender, then stripped off his sweatpants, the only thing either of us was still wearing and stepped in first.He reached for me. “C’mere, naughty girl.”I slid into the water between his legs,

Rae’s POVI was still sprawled on Zara’s carpet, cheeks aching from laughing, when I finally typed back.Me: miss you more 🥺 almost done terrorizing Zara. come get me whenever you want ♡Three dots appeared instantly.Killian ❤️: on my way. five minutes.Zara read over my shoulder and fake-swooned. “Five minutes? Girl, he’s got it bad.”Exactly four minutes and fifty-two seconds later (I counted), my phone buzzed again.Killian ❤️: outside, baby.I scrambled up, smoothing my dress, suddenly nervous for no reason. Zara shoved me toward the door with a final squeal of “Go get your man!” and practically pushed me out.The second I stepped onto the porch, the driver’s door opened and Killian unfolded himself from the car, black T-shirt stretched across his chest, jeans hugging his thighs, sunglasses reflecting the late-afternoon sun. He pulled them off the moment he saw me, and his whole face softened.I didn’t even make it down the steps.He met me halfway, arms wrapping around