Todos los capítulos de Daddy's filthy little pet : Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Rae’s POVWe finally pulled into the driveway just as the sun was dipping low, painting the sky in soft oranges and pinks. The house looked peaceful from the outside—lights on in the kitchen, Mom’s car parked neatly beside Victor’s. Everything normal. Everything fine.Except my heart was still racing from the car, from the way Killian had looked at me when I’d teased him, from the taste of him still lingering on my tongue.He parked, turned off the engine, and glanced at me—eyes dark, lips curved in that wicked little smile.“Come here,” he whispered.I leaned over the console, and he kissed me—quick but deep, tongue brushing mine in one hot stroke before pulling back. His hand slid to my ass, delivering a sharp, playful spank that made me gasp.“Bad girl,” he murmured against my lips. “Teasing me like that.”I laughed softly, kissing him once more—soft, lingering. “You loved it.”He spanked me again—lighter this time, hand lingering to squeeze. “Behave when we get inside.”We grabb

Rae’s POVThe pool-house door clicked shut behind me, sealing out the world.Killian was there in an instant—hands on my waist, pulling me against him, mouth crashing into mine like he’d been holding his breath all day.The kiss was sweet at first—soft, desperate presses of his lips to mine, like he was making sure I was real. His tongue brushed mine gently, tasting me, savoring me. I sighed into his mouth, hands sliding up his chest, fingers curling into his shirt. He groaned softly, the sound vibrating against my lips, and the kiss deepened—slow, deep, tongue stroking mine in long, languid sweeps. The piercing dragged cool and perfect, making me shiver.He kissed me like he was memorizing me—lips parting mine again and again, tongue thrusting deeper, then pulling back to brush soft, teasing presses before diving in once more. His hands cupped my face, thumbs stroking my cheeks, tilting my head exactly where he wanted it. I moaned quietly, pressing closer, feeling him hard agains

Rae’s POV Killian snorted. “Family? She’s not family. She’s a liar who broke my trust over and over. And for old time’s sake? Old time’s sake is why I put up with her bullshit for as long as I did. I’m done, Victor. Done. Tell her to find the real father. Because it’s not me.”The argument dragged on, back and forth, voices rising and falling like a tide.Victor kept insisting—“You have to at least consider it. What if she’s telling the truth? What if the timing is off because she miscounted? Mistakes happen. You owe it to yourself to know for sure.”Killian pushed back every time—“Mistakes? She’s the queen of mistakes. Cheating wasn’t a mistake—it was a choice. Multiple times. And now this? It’s another manipulation. I’m not falling for it. I have my own life now. My own happiness. I’m not letting her drag me back into her chaos.”Victor tried a different angle. “Think about the kid, Killian. If it’s yours, that child deserves a father. Deserves to know you. You’re a good man. Bette

Rae’s POVThe first thing I felt when I woke up was the steady rise and fall of Killian’s chest beneath my cheek.We were still tangled together on the pool-house bed—my leg thrown over his hip, his arm heavy around my waist, fingers splayed protectively across my lower back. The sheets were twisted around us, one of my hands tucked under his pillow, the other curled against his heart. His breathing was deep and even, the kind of sleep that only comes after exhaustion and safety.I didn’t want to move.The room was soft and dim—early morning light just beginning to slip through the blinds in pale gold threads.The fairy lights we’d left on low still glowed faintly, casting tiny stars across the walls.I shifted slightly, nuzzling closer, and felt Killian stir. His arm tightened instinctively, pulling me flush against him. A sleepy hum rumbled in his chest.“Morning, babygirl,” he mumbled, voice thick and gravelly. His lips found my forehead—soft, lazy kisses trailing down my temple.

Rae's POV Zara grabbed my hand. “Hey. Look at me. If Killian says it’s not his, believe him. He’s crazy about you. I’ve seen the way he looks at you—like you hung the moon. He’s not gonna throw that away for some messy ex. And even if by some miracle it was his, he’d still choose you. I can tell.”I swallowed hard. “You think?”“I know,” she said firmly. “Now stop spiraling. Let’s talk about something else. Like how I’m actually feeling… weirdly okay today.”I blinked. “Wait, really?”She nodded, tucking hair behind her ear. “Yeah. I cried it out last night. And honestly? I think I’m ready to move on. There’s this guy… older, like mid-30s, really private. We’ve been talking. He’s sexy as hell—deep voice, tattoos, the whole vibe. He’s not rushing anything, just… slow and intentional. It’s refreshing after my ex’s bullshit.”I smiled, squeezing her hand. “That sounds promising.”“It is,” she said, blushing a little. “But I’m not jumping in blind. I just… want some good sex to properly