All Chapters of Daddy's filthy little pet : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Rae’s POV Killian’s eyes darkened the instant the words left my lips.He pulled back just enough to look at me, thumbs still stroking my cheekbones, breath coming a little harder than before.“Baby,” he said, voice low and strained, “you can’t say things like that right now. Not when I’m already two seconds away from carrying you back upstairs and ruining this dress before we even leave the house.”His gaze dropped to my mouth, then lower, tracing the emerald silk that clung to every curve. The hunger in his eyes made my knees weak.I bit my lip, trying, and failing to look innocent. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, though my smile said otherwise. “I just… like making you lose control.”He groaned softly, forehead dropping to mine. “You’re going to be the death of me, Rae.”He kissed me once more, quick, firm, a promise of later, then stepped back and offered his arm like a perfect gentleman. “Come on. Let’s get out of here before I change my mind.”He led me to the car, one hand on the s

Rae’s POVThe front door slammed shut behind us with a finality that echoed through the quiet house.Killian didn’t bother with lights. He carried me straight through the foyer, my legs still locked around his waist, my arms around his neck, lips fused to his in a kiss that hadn’t broken since the car. His tongue swept into my mouth, deep and claiming, the piercing dragging along mine in slow, filthy strokes that made me whimper. I tasted salt and champagne and him—everything I’d been craving since the rooftop.He kicked the bedroom door open without looking, the wood banging against the wall. The fairy lights were already on, casting a warm golden glow across the bed. He crossed the room in three strides and lowered me onto the mattress, never breaking the kiss. His body covered mine, heavy and perfect, hips settling between my thighs so I could feel how hard he still was.“Fuck, Rae,” he groaned against my lips, voice wrecked. “You have no idea what you do to me.”I arched up, p

Rae’s POVThe first thing I felt when I woke was the steady rise and fall of Killian’s chest beneath my cheek.Sunlight filtered through the half-drawn blinds in soft, golden ribbons, painting stripes across the tangled sheets and his bare shoulder. His arm was still draped over my waist, fingers splayed possessively across my lower back even in sleep. I could feel the warmth of him everywhere—his thigh pressed between mine, his breath stirring the baby hairs at my temple. My body ached in the best way: delicious soreness between my legs, faint bruises blooming on my hips where he’d gripped me last night, and the sweetest tenderness in my chest that had nothing to do with anything physical.I tilted my head just enough to look up at him.He was still asleep, lashes dark against his cheeks, lips slightly parted. The sharp, dangerous edges of his face were softened in rest, and for a moment he looked almost boyish—like the man who’d begged to taste me again at three in the morning wa

Rae’s POV The living room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the TV screen and the string lights Killian had strung across the ceiling weeks ago. The movie I’d chosen—a slow-burn romance with just enough tension and longing to make the air feel teasing- was playing, but neither of us was really watching anymore.I was curled against Killian’s side on the couch, legs draped over his lap, his arm around my shoulders, fingers tracing lazy patterns on my bare arm. His oversized T-shirt I’d stolen hung loose on me, the hem riding up my thighs every time I shifted. I could feel the heat of his body, the steady thump of his heart under my cheek, the way his fingers kept drifting lower—brushing the edge of my shorts, then retreating, then brushing again.I was already aching.I shifted again, deliberately this time, letting my thigh press against the growing hardness in his sweatpants. He inhaled sharply, hand tightening on my hip.“Baby,” he warned, voice low and rough.I didn’t answe

Rae’s POVMom’s suitcase sat abandoned by the stairs, wheels still dusty from the road. I stood there, hoodie sleeves tugged over my hands, watching Killian’s profile as he stared at the closed upstairs door. His shoulders were tense, jaw set in that quiet way he got when he was thinking too hard.I took one step toward the stairs, then stopped. My legs felt heavy, like the floor had turned to quicksand.“Rae,” he said softly, turning to me. “Go. She’ll want to see you.”I nodded, but my feet didn’t move.He crossed the space between us in two strides, cupped my face with both hands, and kissed my forehead—long, lingering, like he was pouring every unsaid promise into it. “We’re okay,” he whispered again. “I’m right here.”I swallowed hard, nodded again, and forced my legs to carry me upstairs.Mom’s door was cracked open, light spilling into the hallway. I knocked softly.“Come in, sweetheart!”I pushed the door wider.She was sitting on the edge of her bed, still in her travel c