Alle Kapitel von Daddies Underground MC Club: Kapitel 121 – Kapitel 130

Vesper POVHis arms shoot up, grabbing me under my thighs, and before I can blink, he flips us again. His weight slams me into the ground, and I grunt at the impact, the breath knocked from my lungs. He grabs both my wrists and pins them above my head, his hips snapping forward with furious precision.“Fine,” he growls. “He’s yours. But I’m coming with you.”My legs tighten around his waist, my body arching into his without permission. His thrusts are faster now, deeper, relentless, but I force myself to speak through the haze of heat flooding my limbs.“You’re not needed.”“I don’t care.”“I don’t want you.”He leans in, lips brushing mine, voice low and furious. “You don’t get to want me. That’s not how this works.

Vesper POVI don’t get it. Ghost walks around like being the Reaper of this club gives him the right to do whatever the hell he wants. Like his title somehow trumps mine. Like dragging bodies into ditches and handling club messes makes him more important than the years I’ve spent killing ghosts no one even knew existed. His rank here doesn’t outrank what I do. It doesn’t give him permission to take over my contracts.Stepping out of the shower, I towel off the water and stare at the bruises covering my skin. My ribs are tender, my shoulder aches from when he slammed me into the concrete, and my thighs are marked by his grip. Half of them are from fighting. The other half? From the way he fucked me like it was a continuation of the same battle.I don’t understand it. I’ve never really hated anyone before, not the way I hate him. There&r

Ghost POVHer arms cross over her chest, her expression unreadable.“Are you freaking kidding me?” she says, glaring at me like I’m the one who’s out of line.“Giggles?” I bite out. “You’re going to fuck him? That’s where we’re at now?”She doesn’t move. Doesn’t flinch.Instead, she takes a single step toward me, voice sharp and loud. “Wait. Do you think you actually have a right to tell me who I can and can’t fuck?”I say nothing, my jaw's tight, eyes locked on hers.“I’m not a claimed woman, Ghost,” she says, fire lighting in her eyes. “I fuck who I want, when I want. And you? You don’t get a say.”She may not belong to anyone. But fuck if I’m go

Vesper POVHis fingers slide back inside me, slow this time, curling just right. His other hand slides up my stomach, under my torn shirt, palm flat against my ribs like he’s trying to feel my pulse from the inside.I moan. I hate that I moan.“You say no,” he murmurs, “but your body says stay.”I yank against the cuffs so hard the metal bites into my wrists. “If you untie me, I swear I’ll fucking break your nose.”He laughs—laughs—and leans in again.His mouth replaces his hand and the second his tongue brushes against me, I lose whatever grip on control I had left. I arch up, not to offer myself but to escape, but I can’t go anywhere. He’s got me pinned and held. And he’s using it.Pleasure barrels through me again and I cry out, the sound guttural and furious.

Ghost POVHer eyes are locked on the wand in my hand like it’s a weapon, and maybe it is. For her, it’s just as dangerous as a knife because I know exactly what it’ll do to her.“You even try to use that on me,” she snaps, yanking against the cuffs again, “and I swear I will castrate you the second you give me my hands back.”I stop in front of her and tilt my head. “Wouldn’t be the first threat you’ve made with your legs shaking.”Her glare could set me on fire.“Ghost. Don’t,” she growls.I press a hand to her stomach and slide it slowly down between her legs, letting her feel just how soaked she still is, just how much her body’s betraying every curse and every insult.“You’re dripping,” I murmur, voice low. “And I haven’t even touched you with this yet.