All Chapters of Daddy's filthy little pet : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Rae’s POVThe storm rolled in without warning.One minute the sky was pale gray, the kind of soft overcast that made everything feel quiet and still. The next, thunder cracked overhead like the sky itself had split open. Rain came down in sheets—hard, relentless, drumming against the roof and windows like it wanted inside.The power flickered once, twice, then steadied. The lights dimmed to a warm amber glow.I was curled on the couch in the living room, wrapped in one of Killian’s hoodies, a book open on my lap that I wasn’t really reading. The cramps were almost gone—just the occasional twinge now, like a memory more than pain. Killian was in the kitchen, making tea, humming something low and off-key.When the first thunder boomed, I jumped a little. He appeared in the doorway instantly, tea in hand, eyes soft.“You okay?”I nodded, smiling. “Just startled.”He crossed the room, set the tea on the coffee table, and pulled me into his lap. “Good. Because I’m not letting this storm

Rae’s POVThe afternoon sun hung high and golden, Killian had suggested the outdoor shower—open-air, tucked against the side of the pool house, surrounded by tall hedges but still visible from the woods if anyone happened to wander close enough. The risk made my pulse race.We stripped on the patio—clothes falling in a careless pile. He was already hard, cock heavy against his thigh as he watched me step out of my dress. I felt his eyes on every inch of me, heat pooling low in my belly.He turned on the shower—warm water cascading from the wide rain head above, steam rising in soft curls. He pulled me under it with him, water pouring over us both, soaking our hair, running in rivulets down our bodies.It started playful.He grabbed the body wash, lathered his hands, and started washing me—slow, teasing strokes across my shoulders, down my arms, between my fingers. Soap suds slid over my skin, white and foamy. I giggled when he flicked bubbles at my nose, then took the bottle from h

Rae’s POVOnly one day left.The thought sat heavy in my chest as I woke up, sunlight filtering through the blinds in soft, golden streaks. Killian’s arm was draped over my waist, his chest warm against my back, breath steady and deep against my neck. I lay there for a long moment, memorizing the feel of him—the way his fingers splayed across my stomach, the faint scratch of his stubble on my shoulder, the quiet safety of being tangled with him.Mom would be home tomorrow.I turned in his arms, pressing my face to his chest. He stirred, hand sliding up my back, pulling me closer.“Morning,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep. He kissed my forehead—slow, lingering—then my temple, then the corner of my mouth.“Morning,” I whispered, tilting my face up for a proper kiss.He obliged—lips brushing mine gently at first, then parting so his tongue could stroke mine in slow, lazy sweeps. I sighed into his mouth, hands sliding up his chest, fingers curling into his hair. The kiss deepened—j

Rae’s POVThe elevator ride up to her floor felt like forever—my heart aching for her, but also a little guilty for the way I’d been glowing these past days with Killian.She opened the door in oversized pajamas, eyes puffy and red, hair in a messy bun. “Rae,” she choked out, pulling me into a hug before I could even set the bags down.I hugged her back tight, kicking the door shut behind me. “I’m here. I’ve got you.”We collapsed onto her couch, the familiar clutter of her living room wrapping around us like a blanket—throw pillows everywhere, half-burned candles on the coffee table, her favorite fleece blanket already pulled out. She curled up against me, head on my shoulder, and I handed her the ice cream first.“Tell me everything,” I said softly, rubbing her back.She took a shaky breath, spoon in hand. “It was so sudden. We were fine—or I thought we were. He came home from work and said he needed to talk. Said he’d been feeling ‘distant’ for weeks, like we were growing apart. B

Rae’s POVThe store was bustling with the usual midday crowd—mothers pushing carts filled with groceries, kids whining for candy at the checkout, the beep of scanners a constant backdrop. Killian and I wandered the aisles, his hand warm in mine, fingers laced tightly as if he didn't want to let go even for a second. It was one of those rare moments where we could pretend to be normal, just a couple shopping together, no secrets hanging over us. Mom's list was simple—fresh milk, bread, a few vegetables—but we took our time, lingering in each section like we had all day.He grabbed a carton of eggs from the shelf, glancing at me with that small, private smile. "What do you want for dinner tonight? Your pick."I leaned into his side, our shoulders brushing. "Pasta. With that garlic sauce you make."He kissed my temple—quick, soft, lips lingering just long enough to make my skin tingle. "Done."We filled the basket with what we needed, plus a few extras—chocolate bars because I craved