All Chapters of Daddies Underground MC Club: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Knox POVUsing my thighs, I push her knees wider, spreading her open as far as she’ll go. I rock deep, letting her feel every inch, watching the way her back arches and her fingers dig into the tops of her own hands.“Goddamn, you feel good, Kitten,” I groan, slamming into her again, watching the way her body jerks from the force of it. “So fucking tight. So damn sweet like this.”I can’t look away from her. The curve of her spine, the flush across her shoulders, the way her body shakes and begs even when her lips stay silent. She’s a vision of submission and fire, of chaos wrapped in control, and she’s mine tonight.I pull her up suddenly, keeping her wrists locked tight behind her as I drag her back to kneel upright against my chest. My other hand moves from her hair to wrap gently around her throat, squeezing and claiming.She cries out softly, and I begin to thrust again, slow at first, letting her feel every hard inch dragging through her, then harder, faster, building a brutal r

Knox POVA voice cuts through my sleep like a goddamn knife, and I blink awake, the bed cold beside me. I sit up fast, already knowing what’s wrong before I look over and see Grudge standing in the doorway.“What the fuck are you waking me up for?” I snap, scrubbing a hand over my face.Grudge crosses his arms, face tight. “Because your little friend just ran outta here like her damn life depended on it. No shoes. Looked freaked as hell.”The haze in my head clears real fast.I throw the blanket off and grab the first pair of pants I see, yanking them on as I move.“I might’ve made it worse,” Grudge adds, watching me closely. “Tried to slow her down, grabbed her arm to tell her not to walk home alone. She screamed like I’d pulled a knife. Hit the ground and bolted.”My chest tightens. “Shit. How long ago?” I ask as I shove my feet into my boots, not even bothering with socks. I’m already moving, already heading for the door, grabbing my cut and my keys on the way.Before I can reach t

Danielle POVSam didn’t get home until I was already walking out the door for work. He barely looked at me before making some offhand comment about how I looked refreshed and clearly needed a night to myself. He actually believed I stayed home. He thought I spent the night alone in bed, probably curled up with a blanket and sleeping off whatever tension he caused.I don’t know what part of me looks refreshed, because I feel like hell. I didn’t sleep. My body is sore in all the right and wrong ways, my eyes sting from crying and walking too long in the dark, and my nerves still haven’t settled. I’ve been jumpy all morning, and now this?Now Knox is here.He’s standing in front of me, all leather and rough edges, watching me with that unreadable look of his. I know what he’s waiting for. He wants me to sit down. To join him. To pretend last night was simple.But it wasn’t. None of this is.I shake my head and force myself to keep it professional. “I can’t,” I say quietly. “I’m not due f

Knox POVShe’s hesitant. Not just about tonight or the club, but about everything. It’s written all over her face, in the way she plays with her napkin, how she avoids looking at me too long. She’s not just unsure—she’s torn.“Knox,” she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. There’s something cautious in it, like she’s afraid to remind me. “You do remember I’m in a relationship, right?”I laugh quietly and nod. “Yeah, I remember. Pretty clearly, actually. That relationship is the reason you were screaming my name last night.”Her face flushes deep red as she covers it with both hands, groaning like she wishes she could sink through the floor.I lean back in my chair and let her have the moment. I’m not trying to humiliate her, but I’m also not going to pretend this wasn’t real. We didn’t fake that connection, no matter what kind of rules she thinks she’s following.“I’m not saying you need to run off with me, leave your man, or start tattooing my name on your skin,” I say cal

Knox POVGreg doesn’t back down. His arms are still crossed, jaw set like stone, and that glint in his eye says he’s ready to push harder if I don’t start moving.“I’m not gonna ask again,” he says, voice tight. “You need to leave. If you don’t, I’ll call the police.”I let out a slow breath and study him. The guy’s not bluffing. He might not look like much, but there’s a line in him that won’t bend. And it’s not because I’m wearing a cut or sitting where he doesn’t want me. It’s because of her.“You think I’m just here for a good time,” I say calmly, keeping my voice low enough that no one else hears. “You think I don’t care about the serious shit.”Greg’s eyes narrow. “Because you don’t,” he spits. “Guys like you know how to show up for a night, maybe two. Then you’re gone, and it’s girls like Danielle left picking up the pieces. She’s not a fucking game.”I lean forward slightly, voice sharpening. “You’re wrong. I care a hell of a lot more than you think. Especially about what brok