All Chapters of Daddies Underground MC Club: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Vesper POV I sob, head falling back again, but he slaps me once more, forcing my eyes open.“Look at me,” he orders. His grip on my jaw is iron. “No subspace. No escape. You’ll feel every second of this until you admit it.”The fog shatters under his command, leaving me raw, exposed. I can’t hide. I can’t float away. I can only take everything he gives me, every brutal thrust of the weapon, every cruel twist of his voice demanding what I can’t give.My body shakes violently, another orgasm tearing through me, but I can’t even enjoy it. He drags me through it with the gun, forcing me to stay present, forcing me to look at him as my body betrays me again and again.Still, I don’t say the words. I can’t, and he knows it.Which only makes him more determined.

Ghost POVShe’s out, her body is melted against mine, every muscle slack.I thought I knew how this would go. I wanted to break her, to push until she snapped and admitted it. In my head, it was anger that would do it, or exhaustion, maybe her biting back through gritted teeth. What I didn’t see coming was her asking for her subspace.That told me everything. She craves it. The release. The freedom of not carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. For someone like her, that’s rare. She lives her life like she’s always on guard, always in control, never letting herself fall. Even when I’ve had her bound and begging before, she’s never slipped. But tonight, she wanted it. She needed it.And fuck, she gave me more than what I’d been waiting for in that space. She told me she loved m

Vesper POV I sob out a sound I don’t recognize, my voice cracking as pleasure rips through me, raw and consuming. My body tightens around him, milking him, and he groans low, shoving deeper as if he wants to bury himself so far inside me I’ll never get him out.My head falls back, my cry breaking free as the orgasm takes me, leaving me trembling beneath him, my body burning, my heart racing. And still he doesn’t stop. He fucks me through it, harder and hungrier, his jaw clenched, his voice guttural.“You’re mine, Little Trigger. Every fucking part of you. Say it.”I can’t speak. I can only cling to him as wave after wave crashes through me, my mind blurring until all I know is him, his body, his voice, his claim.And maybe that’s the worst part of all. I don’t fight him. I don’t even wan

Vesper POVThe moment I pull into the lot and cut the engine, I barely have time to swing my leg off the bike before Red barrels into me like a bullet. Her arms wrap tight around my waist, nearly knocking the air out of me.“You left,” she whispers against my shoulder, her voice sharp with accusation but trembling with relief.I huff, squeezing her back. “I was digging.”Her head tilts, her eyes narrowing. “Ghost’s grave?”A short laugh slips out of me, though it’s rougher than I intend. “Considered it. But I really enjoy having him around to taunt. Feels like too much fun to give up.”She laughs with me, a soft sound, though I feel her chest still pressed too tight against mine. She pulls back to study my face, like she’

Ghost POVThis prick keeps swinging like he’s in love with his own fists. He’s got that look about him, the kind of coward who only throws punches when a man’s tied down. The type that waits until someone can’t fight back just so he can puff his chest and pretend he’s tough.“Come on, Dave,” the guy sneers, wiping sweat off his lip. “How much longer you wanna keep this up?”I tilt my head, smirking even though my jaw aches. “I think I’ve still got a couple ounces of blood left in me. So… maybe another hour?”The knife slams straight through my hand, pinning it to the armrest of the chair. Pain spikes white-hot up my arm, and I hiss, teeth clenched. Then I glance down at it, a grin curling my lips. “Creative. Dead center. You hit the bullseye. Should I clap for you or are we skipping straight to balloon animals?”