Rae's POV

He kissed me until I couldn’t breathe.

Until my thighs squeezed around his hips and my fingers clutched his shoulders like I was holding on for dear life.

He pulled back only slightly - his lips brushing mine, breaths mingling.

Then he said it. Voice low, dark, raw.

“I’m not usually gentle, kitten.”

My heart stuttered.

“I like it rough. I like begging. I like making good girls cry.”

He ran his thumb across my lower lip.

“But tonight… because it’s your first-”

He kissed me again. Slower this time. Softer. Sweeter. But the tension in his body told me just how much he was holding back.

“Tonight, I’ll be a little gentle,” he whispered. “But just a little.”

His lips dropped to my neck again, kissing, licking, sucking slowly as his hand slid down between my thighs.

I gasped as his fingers brushed against the soaked fabric of my panties.

“You’re already dripping for me,” he growled, voice vibrating against my throat.

“So fucking wet… and I haven’t even tasted you yet.”

My back arched.

He knelt between my legs, eyes locked on mine, and pushed the hem of my top up slowly - watching my reaction like he was unwrapping a gift. His palms slid up, dragging heat over my skin.

When he reached my breasts, he paused.

“Pretty little things,” he murmured, thumbing over the lace.

“Begging to be kissed.”

Then he leaned down and sucked one into his mouth through the fabric.

“Oh my God,” I gasped, fingers digging into the sheets.

He licked. Sucked. Teased with slow, circular pressure. His tongue worked in lazy circles while his other hand slipped between my thighs and pressed against my heat again.

“You like that?” he asked, lips brushing my sensitive nipple.

“Y-yes,” I whimpered.

He chuckled darkly and pulled the fabric aside, exposing one nipple fully before sucking it into his mouth, warm and wet. He sucked harder this time - then flicked his tongue over it, fast, relentless, making me squirm.

My hips rolled upward on instinct.

He looked up, that silver glint on his tongue catching the light.

“Can I take these off?”

I nodded quickly. “Yes, Daddy. Please.”

“Good girl.”

He slid my panties down with slow, torturous care, dragging them past my knees and off my ankles.

I felt naked. Exposed. Soaked.

And I’d never wanted to be touched more in my life.

He kissed the inside of my thighs, one slow kiss after another, getting closer to where I needed him.

But he didn’t go there. Not yet.

Instead, he kissed just beside it. Just above. Just close enough to make me cry out in frustration.

“Daddy-”

“Patience, kitten,” he growled.

“Let me enjoy you.”

And then he licked me.

One, slow, deliberate lick up my center - hot, wet, devastating.

My entire body jerked.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “You taste like sin.”

He went again. This time firmer. His tongue pressing flat and slow before flicking the tip over the most sensitive part of me.

I moaned so loud, I didn’t even recognize my own voice.

He kept going. Lapping, sucking, teasing.

Then he pulled back just enough to murmur, “Remember what I told you about the piercing?”

And then I felt it.

The cool metal rubbing gently against my clit while his tongue worked faster - switching between hard licks and soft flicks.

My hips rolled against his mouth.

He groaned, gripping my thighs tighter, pulling me closer like he couldn’t get enough.

“Please, Daddy-” I gasped.

He pulled back again, mouth glistening, lips parted.

“You want to come for me?”

I nodded frantically.

“Then say it.”

“Please let me come, Daddy.”

His eyes darkened. “Rub your clit for me.”

“What?”

“Do it. I want to watch you.”

My hand trembled as I reached down. His gaze followed every movement.

I started to rub, slow, desperate circles.

He leaned in, sucking one of my breasts again, tongue flicking fast as his fingers slid inside me.

I cried out.

“Shhh,” he whispered. “Good girls don’t scream too loud. Unless they want the whole floor to know Daddy’s fucking them.”

The words sent a jolt through me.

Then he pumped two fingers slowly inside, curling them just right.

His tongue licked around my nipple. His fingers moved deeper. My own fingers on my clit. It was all too much.

“Daddy…I’m-”

“Come for me, kitten.”

My body shattered.

My back arched, toes curled, lips parted in a silent scream. Pleasure hit like lightning - hot, sharp, rolling through every nerve.

He didn’t stop.

He kept licking me through it - kept teasing, kept worshipping - until my whole body shook beneath him.

Finally, he kissed my thigh softly and moved up to hold me, his chest against mine, lips brushing my ear.

“You did so good for me.”

I blushed, turning my face into his chest.

He lifted my chin gently.

“Next time, I’ll show you how Daddy really fucks.”

He kissed me again - slow, deep, full of promise.

Then he whispered against my lips:

“And believe me, kitten… I’m not done with you yet.”

Before I could even breathe, he kissed me again - harder this time, deeper, hungry like the taste of me had snapped something inside him.

His tongue slid into my mouth, slow at first, then deeper, claiming me completely.

I whimpered into the kiss, fingers curling around the back of his neck.

He pulled back only an inch, eyes burning into mine.

“Turn around,” he murmured.

My breath hitched. “Daddy-”

“Go on, kitten. On your hands and knees.”

There was no hesitation left inside me.

My body moved before my mind caught up.

I turned around on the bed, hands sinking into the sheets, heart pounding in my throat. I felt the mattress dip as he moved behind me.

His hand slid up my spine - slow, gentle - but the heat in that touch nearly set me on fire.

“You look beautiful like this,” he whispered, thumb brushing the back of my neck.

“So soft. So ready.”

My cheeks burned. My thighs trembled.

I felt him behind me - close, warm, hard.

Then his hands gripped my hips and pulled me back slightly until I could feel the thick outline of him against me, still imprisoned behind his sweatpants.

I gasped.

He groaned softly.

“You feel that?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

“That’s what you do to me.”

Rae's POV

He leaned forward, chest brushing my back as he whispered into my ear:

“I’m gonna take you slow first. Just because it’s your first time. Don’t get used to it.”

I shivered.

His hand slid around my waist, down to my stomach… then lower… until his fingers found the sensitive, swollen part of me.

I jolted, moaning.

“Still so wet,” he murmured. “Good girl.”

He teased me slowly, circling with maddening gentleness, while his other hand pushed his sweatpants down just enough for him to be free.

I felt him - hot, thick, throbbing - press against me.

My whole body tensed.

“Relax,” he said softly, kissing my shoulder. “Daddy’s got you.”

I exhaled shakily.

He guided himself with one hand, rubbing the tip slowly along my entrance, using my own wetness to make it easier.

“Tell me you want it,” he whispered.

“I - I want it.”

“Louder.”

“I want it, Daddy,” I breathed, voice trembling.

He groaned - deep, guttural - and slowly, carefully, pushed in.

Just the tip.

My breath left my body in a broken gasp.

“Daddy-”

“It’s okay,” he whispered, kissing the back of my neck. “You’re doing so good.”

He eased in another inch, holding my hips in steady hands, controlling every movement.

My fingers dug into the sheets.

“It’s… it’s big,” I whispered, barely breathing.

He rested his forehead on my shoulder, voice ragged.

“I know, kitten. I know.”

His hands slid up to my waist again, steadying me.

“I’m gonna go slow. Just for now.”

He pushed in another inch-

and my body clenched around him involuntarily.

He cursed quietly under his breath, gripping my hips harder.

“Fuck… you’re so tight.”

I whimpered, back arching as he kissed my shoulder, my neck, the side of my jaw - soft, soothing, patient.

Little by little, he pushed deeper until he was fully inside, hips pressed against mine, chest pressed to my back.

I felt full.

Stretched.

Claimed.

He stayed still for a moment, letting me breathe through the feeling.

“You okay?” he whispered into my ear.

“Yes,” I breathed shakily. “Feels… good.”

He kissed my cheek.

“Good girl.”

Then he pulled back slowly - agonizingly slow - and pushed in again, gentle but deep.

A soft moan escaped me.

I couldn’t help it.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice shaking a little. “Take it. You’re doing so well.”

Slow thrust after slow thrust - my body adjusted, opened, melted around him.

And when he felt me relax, when my moans turned into soft, breathy whimpers-

His hands tightened on my hips.

“Now I can move.”

I gasped. “Daddy…”

He thrust deeper, a little harder, pushing a sharp moan out of me.

“So good,” he growled. “So fucking good.”

His hips met mine again and again, controlled, gentle, but deep enough to make my toes curl.

My body rocked with every movement.

My hands clenched the sheets.

My voice broke in tiny sounds I couldn’t hide.

“You like this?” he breathed, kissing the back of my neck.

“Yes… Daddy.”

“You want me to go faster?”

“Yes,” I begged softly. “Please.”

He groaned - low, primal.

“Then hold on to the headboard.”

My breath stuttered.

I reached forward, gripping it tight.

His hands slid up my back, down again, claiming every inch as he positioned himself.

Then he thrust harder. Faster. Deeper.

The bed shook. My breath caught.

Pleasure shot through me so fast I cried out.

“That’s it,” he growled, voice raw. “Give it to me.”

His hand slid around to my clit, rubbing fast, perfect circles while his hips snapped against mine.

“Daddy…Daddy, I’m-”

“Come,” he commanded.

My entire body broke apart-

shaking, moaning, legs trembling violently as the orgasm ripped through me.

I nearly collapsed.

He caught me, pulling me up against his chest as he thrust a few more times, voice strained, breath hot and wild.

Then he groaned my name against my neck, deep and rough, as he followed me over the edge.

For a moment, neither of us moved.

His arms wrapped around me.

My body limp against him.

Our breaths tangled and uneven.

My body was still trembling when he eased out of me and pulled me gently against his chest.

He stayed behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist from the back. His breathing brushed the side of my neck - deep, steady, calmer now. I felt his heartbeat against my spine… slow, heavy, grounding.

He tilted my chin up with two fingers.

“Come here,” he murmured.

He turned my body toward him carefully, like I was something soft he didn’t want to break.

Then he leaned in and kissed me - not rough, not hungry… slow. Painfully slow.

His lips moved against mine with a gentleness that didn’t match the way he had just taken me. Every kiss was warm, unhurried, like he was memorizing the way I tasted.

His hands slid up my sides, dragging warmth over my skin, until they reached my breasts. He cupped them gently - no squeezing at first, just holding, thumbs stroking lazily across my nipples.

A shiver ran through me.

His lips brushed mine again, softer this time, like a whisper in the dark.

“Relax,” he said quietly.

His thumbs circled my nipples slowly, teasing but gentle, sending little waves of heat through me. His touch wasn’t demanding; it was soft, patient… almost surprising.

Another slow kiss. Another soft squeeze.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured, brushing hair behind my ear.

“I’m… I’m okay,” I whispered.

He kissed my cheek. “I know. But you need to rest.”

His hand slid down my side and pulled me fully into his chest. He tugged the blanket over my legs, keeping his body pressed against me like he wanted to shield me from the whole world.

He cupped my breast again - softly this time, almost idle - his thumb brushing over it in lazy, slow strokes.

Not teasing, basically just… touching.

The kind of touch that made my eyes grow heavy immediately.

He kissed the corner of my mouth, slow and tender.

“You did so well,” he whispered.

My body melted.

His fingers brushed my jaw, comforting. “Sleep, kitten.”

I blinked up at him surprised. Zara had said they left immediately they were done. “You’re staying?”

He smoothed my hair back gently. “Yeah. I’m not leaving you alone.”

Then he kissed me again - one last slow, soft kiss, deep enough to warm me from the inside, gentle enough to undo me entirely.

His hand gave my breast one more soft squeeze before settling around my waist.

“Sleep,” he whispered into my hair.

“That’s an order.”

And with his arms around me, his warmth sinking into my bones, I finally let my eyes close.

Rae's POV

I woke up for the 2nd time feeling like my entire body had been rewritten.

I lay there in Zara’s bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying every second. I left there earlier and headed to Zara’s place.

His hands. His mouth.

The way he whispered praise like it was holy. The tongue piercing.

The kiss on my forehead after I came so hard I forgot my name.

I pressed my legs together.

And still - my body tingled.

“Rae?” Zara’s voice broke through the haze. “You alive?”

I turned my head slowly.

She stood at the door with two mugs of coffee and the world’s most annoying smirk.

“Well,” she drawled. “Do I get the post-sin breakdown or what?”

I groaned. “I’m too sore to sit up.”

She squealed, jumping onto the bed like a 5-year-old.

“No way. Was he hot? Like hot hot?”

I blinked. “He had a tongue piercing.”

Zara dropped her mug on the nightstand like she’d just heard God speak.

“You’re joking.”

“Nope.”

“On his tongue?!”

“And tattoos. Everywhere.”

Zara clutched her chest. “Oh, you definitely got picked by one of the Room 40s. That’s where the real men live.”

I nodded slowly. “He… took his time.”

“Girl, you are glowing. I feel like I should applaud.”

I laughed and covered my face with a pillow. “Can we pretend this didn’t happen now?”

“Nope.” She sipped her coffee. “You’ve officially been corrupted. No turning back now.”

She wasn’t wrong.

I wasn’t the same girl who walked into that room.

And I sure as hell wasn’t the same girl walking into my mother’s house that morning.

~~~~~

When I got home, the front door was already open.

We lived in one of those fancy neighborhoods with manicured lawns and annoying birds that chirped too loudly.

I kicked off my heels at the door and padded inside quietly, hoping to sneak into my room and sleep off the heat still buzzing in my veins.

But I heard voices. From the living room.

My mom’s cheerful laugh. And a deeper voice.

Male.

I paused.

There was someone here?

I adjusted my skirt and cleared my throat before stepping in.

“Hey, Mom, I’m-”

My entire body stopped mid-word.

And my soul left my body.

Because standing in the middle of the living room, holding a coffee mug in one hand and smirking like the devil himself…

Was him.

Killian.

In jeans. Black t-shirt hugging his broad chest. Hair wet like he just showered.

And the same blue eyes that had watched me fall apart just hours ago.

My stomach dropped.

My knees nearly buckled.

I gripped the wall for support.

He looked at me.

Calm. Confident.

His tongue piercing glinted for half a second when he sipped from the mug.

He knew.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

“Oh, Rae!” my mom chirped. “Finally! I wanted you to meet our guest.”

I blinked at her.

Guest?

She motioned toward him.

“This is Killian Hale. Your stepfather’s brother.”

No.

No.

No.

I must’ve heard that wrong.

Killian smiled, slow and sharp, like a wolf dressed in Sunday best.

“Nice to meet you… Rae.”

His voice.

The same one that told me to open my legs last night.

The same one that called me kitten while his mouth was on my-

I nearly choked.

My mother kept going, blissfully oblivious to the flames exploding inside me.

“Victor didn’t want me to tell you until he got back from his trip. Killian’s staying in the pool house for a while. Isn’t that lovely?”

I nodded slowly. Or maybe I just swayed.

The room felt sideways.

I couldn’t breathe.

He stepped forward, extending a hand.

Like this was the first time we were meeting.

Like he hadn’t had his tongue inside me just hours ago.

Like he hadn’t said he wanted to ruin me.

I stared at his hand like it was a bomb.

He arched a brow.

Play along, his eyes seemed to say.

I swallowed and reached out - his fingers closed around mine.

Firm. Warm. Familiar.

Too familiar.

The second our skin touched, a rush of heat traveled straight to my core. My cheeks burned.

“Rae,” he said, still holding my hand. “You look… different from how I imagined you.”

My breath caught.

My mom laughed. “She’s shy.”

Killian smiled. “She wasn’t last night.”

Not out loud.

Just with his eyes.

And the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth that told me he was enjoying this.

I yanked my hand back. “I - I need to go lie down.”

“Late night?” he asked casually.

My head snapped toward him.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

My mom nodded. “Zara’s been dragging her out to clubs again, hasn’t she?”

I forced a laugh. “Something like that.”

“Well, Killian’s going to be around for a while,” she said. “Maybe you two can get to know each other better.”

I nearly passed out.

Killian just smiled.

“I’d like that.”

~~~~~

I locked myself in my room and collapsed against the door.

My heart was still trying to claw its way out of my chest.

Of all the men in the club…

Of all the rooms…

I’d given my firsts to my stepdad’s brother.

And now he was sleeping twenty feet away in our pool house.

Sipping coffee with my mom.

Looking at me like he already owned my body.

My phone buzzed.

A text.

Unknown Number:

Your mouth said “yes.”

Your eyes said “please.”

And your body?

It’s still mine, kitten.

I threw my phone onto the bed and buried my face in my hands.

What the hell had I done?

And worse…

Why did I want to do it again?