Semua Bab Daddy's filthy little pet : Bab 191 - Bab 200

Rae’s POVThe house had started to feel like it was breathing around me — walls listening, floors creaking in warning, every room holding Bianca’s jasmine-vanilla scent like a signature she’d stamped into the paint. The pool house was still our bunker — door locked, curtains half-drawn, TV on low to drown out the laughter drifting up from downstairs — but even here the air felt thinner. Like she was seeping under the door.I’d come down to the kitchen for water — stupid mistake, I know — but Mom had asked me to grab the honey from the pantry while she made tea. “For Bianca’s throat,” she’d said, voice bright. “Poor thing’s been coughing all morning. Pregnancy does that, you know.” I’d nodded — mute — and walked past the living room on my way back.That’s when I heard it.Bianca’s voice — soft, trembling, perfectly pitched for sympathy.“…it’s so hard when the father denies the child. I keep telling myself it’s just shock, that he’ll come around once he sees the ultrasound, once he

Rae's POVKillian's arms were around me, strong and unyielding, pulling me into him as if he could shield me from the storm raging inside the main house. His kiss was everything—fierce, desperate, a lifeline in the chaos. Our lips crashed together, not gentle or tentative, but hungry, like we'd been starving for this moment all day. His mouth moved against mine with a possessiveness that made my knees weak, his tongue sweeping in, tangling with mine in a dance that sent heat pooling low in my belly.I pressed closer, my hands fisting in his hair, tugging just enough to elicit a low growl from deep in his throat. That sound—it vibrated through me, making my skin tingle. We kissed like the world was ending, like this was the only thing that mattered. His lips were firm, insistent, nipping at my bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue. The cool metal of his tongue piercing dragged against me, a teasing contrast to the warmth of his mouth, sending sparks of pleasure straight to

Rae's POVKillian’s hands were still tangled in my hair from moments ago, his breathing heavy and uneven as he stared down at me. My breasts were slick from his release, the warmth of it glistening on my skin, and the way he looked at me—like I was the only thing in the world worth devouring—made my pulse thunder between my thighs.He reached down, cupping both my breasts in his large, calloused palms. His thumbs brushed over my nipples in slow, deliberate circles, spreading the mess he’d made across the sensitive peaks. The sensation was filthy and perfect; every glide made me shiver, my back arching instinctively into his touch.“Goddamn, look at you,” he murmured, voice gravel-rough. “Covered in me. So fucking pretty like this.” He squeezed gently, then harder, kneading the soft flesh until I whimpered. “You know what I want now, kitten?”I bit my lip, already knowing. “Tell me, Daddy.”He leaned forward, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “I want a lap dance. Right here. While

Rae’s POVWe stayed tangled for what felt like hours—sweaty limbs locked, chests rising and falling in lazy sync. Killian eventually rolled us so I was draped half across his chest, my head tucked under his chin, one leg thrown over his hip. His heartbeat thumped steady beneath my ear, a grounding rhythm that slowly pulled the frantic edge out of my body. His arm curled around my waist, fingers tracing idle patterns on the small of my back. Every now and then he’d press a soft kiss to the top of my head, murmuring something low and sweet that I was too blissed-out to fully catch.Eventually the sticky heat between us became too much. He groaned, shifting beneath me. “Shower, kitten. We’re a mess.”I laughed weakly, too boneless to argue. He scooped me up like I weighed nothing—bridal style, my arms looping around his neck—and carried me into the tiny attached bathroom. The space was barely big enough for both of us, but that only made it hotter: our bodies brushing constantly,

Rae’s POVSunlight slipped through the thin curtains of the pool house, painting soft gold stripes across the bed. I woke slowly, body heavy and deliciously sore from the night before—every muscle reminding me exactly how many times Killian had taken me apart and put me back together. His arm was still slung over my waist like it belonged there, heavy and possessive even in sleep. His chest rose and fell steadily against my back, warm breath fanning across my neck.And then I felt it: the thick, hard length of him pressed firmly against the curve of my ass, morning wood insistent and hot through the thin sheet that barely covered us.A lazy smile tugged at my lips. I shifted just enough to grind back against him—slow, teasing circles of my hips. A low, sleepy groan rumbled from his throat, vibrating through me. His arm tightened reflexively, pulling me closer.“Morning already, kitten?” His voice was gravel-rough with sleep, lips brushing the shell of my ear.“Mmm.” I arched my bac