Daddy's filthy little pet のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 221 - チャプター 230

Rae’s POVVisiting hours ended at eight, but the nurse let us stay a little longer because Zara had fallen asleep mid-sentence, her hand still loosely wrapped around mine.The room lights were dimmed to a soft blue, the monitors humming their steady lullaby. I kissed her forehead, tucked the blanket higher around her shoulders, and slipped out quietly.Killian was waiting in the hallway, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, looking like he hadn’t moved an inch since I’d gone back inside. When he saw me, he pushed off the wall and fell into step beside me without a word.We didn’t speak in the elevator. We didn’t speak walking past the empty nurses’ station or through the automatic doors that led to the small courtyard behind the hospital. The night air was cool, carrying the faint scent of cut grass and distant rain. A single bench sat under a lamppost, the kind with peeling green paint and slats that creaked when we sat down.I pulled my knees up, hugging them to my ches

Rae’s POVThe oncology infusion center smelled like bleach and plastic chairs. We arrived at 8:15 a.m.—Zara in oversized sweats and a beanie pulled low, me on her left holding her hand.Killian on her right carrying the tote bag we’d packed the night before: blanket, headphones, snacks, lip balm, a paperback she swore she’d read but probably wouldn’t.The nurse—Maria, name tag said—led us to bay 7, a small curtained space with a recliner chair that looked too comfortable for what was about to happen.Zara eyed the IV pole like it was a personal enemy.“Okay,” she said, climbing into the chair, “if I start glowing green, call me Radioactive Barbie. I’ll need a theme song. Something dramatic. Maybe ‘Toxic’ by Britney.”I forced a laugh and squeezed her hand. “You’ll glow pink. Classier.”Maria smiled while she prepped the line. “You’re funny. That helps.”Killian unfolded the weighted blanket across Zara’s lap. “Here. Security blanket two-point-oh.”Zara burrowed in immediately. “You’re

Rae’s POVThe nausea didn’t announce itself politely. It slammed into Zara around 4:17 p.m.—one minute she was half-sitting up, scrolling memes on her phone and snorting at a video of a cat failing to jump on a counter, the next minute her face went gray and she lurched for the bucket beside the couch.I was already on my knees before the first heave finished.“Easy, easy,” I murmured, gathering her hair back with one hand while the other pressed a cool, damp cloth to the back of her neck. She’d been okay all morning—pale but chatty, insisting on “chemo chic” selfies with her beanie tilted just so, managing half a banana and a few crackers. But the afternoon crash was brutal, like her body had finally cashed the check the drugs wrote.She retched again—dry this time, nothing left to give—and a broken sound escaped her throat.“I hate this,” she whispered when it passed, voice raw and small. “I hate that you have to see me like this.”I stroked her hair away from her clammy forehea

Rae’s POVThe apartment was hushed when Zara finally crashed. She’d fought the fatigue all evening—insisting she could watch one more episode, laughing weakly at Killian’s terrible dad jokes—but by 8:40 her eyelids were fluttering like she was losing a war with gravity. I tucked the weighted blanket around her shoulders, kissed her temple, and whispered, “Sleep, trouble. We’ve got you.”She mumbled something incoherent that ended in “love you” and was gone.Killian turned off the living-room lamp. The hallway light spilled a soft gold stripe across the floor as he followed me to the guest room. Door clicked shut. Lock turned. Lights dimmed to the lowest setting—just enough to see the shape of his shoulders, the glint of his rings, the hunger in his eyes.He backed me against the wall without hurry, hands braced on either side of my head, caging me in that delicious way that made my pulse jump.“Can I touch you tonight, Angel?” His voice was gravel wrapped in velvet, rough with wan

Rae’s POV We were both still breathing hard, hearts slamming against our ribs, skin slick with sweat and each other. The kitchen light felt too bright now, too real, but I didn’t care. I didn’t want to leave this moment. Not yet.Killian’s hands were still on my hips, steadying me on the counter where he’d just fucked me senseless. His cock was softening between us, wet and warm against my inner thigh, but when I looked down I saw it twitch—once, twice—like it wasn’t ready to be done either.I smiled—slow, wicked, still hazy from the orgasm—and pushed gently at his chest.“Sit back,” I whispered.He raised a brow, but obeyed, stepping away just enough to give me space. I slid off the counter, feet touching cool tile, then turned and hopped right back up—facing him this time, legs dangling off the edge.“Come here,” I said softly.He stepped between my knees again, hands settling on the outsides of my thighs. I reached down, wrapped my fingers around his half-hard cock—stil