All Chapters of Daddy's filthy little pet : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Rae’s POVMom had been home for a week now, and the house had settled into a strange new normal. No more late-night whispers or stolen touches in the kitchen. No more waking up tangled in Killian’s arms. We’d gotten good at pretending—polite smiles across the breakfast table, casual “good mornings” that didn’t linger, careful distance whenever Mom was in the room.But the ache between my legs never quite went away. Every time he walked past me in the hallway, every time our eyes met for a second too long, every time his hand brushed mine when he passed me a plate at dinner—it all came rushing back. I was constantly wet, constantly needy, constantly fighting the urge to drag him into the nearest room and beg him to fuck me senseless.Today was worse than usual.Mom had a book club friend coming over at 2 p.m. for coffee. She’d been buzzing around the house all morning—baking scones, setting out the good china, rearranging pillows in the living room. I’d offered to help, but she wav

Rae’s POVThe house had gone quiet early that night. Mom had yawned through the last ten minutes of the movie, stretched her arms over her head, and announced she was “absolutely exhausted” from the day. She kissed my cheek, kissed Killian’s, told us both how much she loved having us under one roof again, and disappeared upstairs at 9:45.I waited in my room until the clock on my phone read 12:58.The house was completely silent—no footsteps, no water running, no creaks from Mom’s old bed frame. Just the low hum of the fridge downstairs and the occasional sigh of wind against the windows.My phone lit up at exactly 1:00 a.m.Killian: Pool. Now. Bring nothing.My breath caught.I didn’t reply. I just stood up, heart already racing, and slipped out of my sleep shorts and tank top. Naked except for the thin silver anklet he’d given me last week. I pulled on his hoodie—the black one that still smelled like him—and zipped it halfway. The hem hit just below my ass, but I didn’t care.

Rae’s POVThe dining room smelled like roasted garlic, fresh basil, and Mom’s signature tomato sauce—the kind she only made when she was feeling nostalgic. Candlelight flickered across the table, casting warm shadows on the plates of pasta, garlic bread, and the big bowl of Caesar salad in the center. Mom sat at the head, smiling softly as she twirled spaghetti around her fork.Killian sat across from me, looking unfairly good in a simple black T-shirt that stretched across his shoulders. His eyes kept finding mine—quick, secret glances that made my stomach flip every time. Under the table, his foot brushed mine—once, twice, then lingered, his ankle hooking around mine in a slow, deliberate caress. I pressed back, biting my lip to keep from smiling too wide.Mom set her fork down with a happy sigh. “This is nice,” she said. “Having us all together again. I’ve missed it.”Killian nodded, voice easy. “It’s good to have you back, Lisa.”She smiled at him, then turned to me. “I’ve bee

Rae’s POVThe morning after Mom left felt like the first real breath I’d taken in days.I woke up alone in my own bed, sunlight spilling across the sheets in warm golden streaks. My body still hummed from last night—faint soreness between my legs, tender spots on my neck where Killian had sucked marks into my skin, the ghost of his hands on my hips. I stretched lazily, smiling into the pillow, feeling the kind of delicious ache that reminded me exactly how many times he’d made me come.The house was quiet. Mom was gone. Ten days stretched ahead of us like an endless gift.I rolled over and saw the note on my nightstand—Killian’s messy handwriting on a folded piece of paper.Morning, my love.I’m downstairs making coffee. Come find me when you’re ready. I have something for you. And yes, it’s going to make today… interesting.—KP.S. Wear the white sundress. No bra. No panties. Trust me.My heart skipped. I sat up, grinning like an idiot, and reached for the dress he’d mentione

Rae’s POVI woke up in the middle of the night to a sharp, twisting ache low in my belly.The room was dark, the only light a thin sliver of moonlight slipping through the blinds. Killian’s arm was heavy around my waist, his chest warm against my back, his breathing deep and even.We’d fallen asleep tangled together after the intensity of the scene—naked, limbs intertwined, the silk sheets cool against my overheated skin.The cramp hit again—deeper this time, like someone was squeezing inside me. I winced, curling instinctively, trying to ease the pressure. My period. It had started lightly yesterday, but now it was making up for lost time.I didn’t want to wake him. He’d been so gentle all day, so attentive, and he looked so peaceful. But the pain was building, and I needed heat—something warm to press against my stomach.I tried to slide out of his arms slowly, lifting his hand from my waist, shifting toward the edge of the bed.His arm tightened instantly.“Where are you going?”