Todos los capítulos de Daddies Underground MC Club: Capítulo 221 - Capítulo 230

Red POVI’m still straddling him, leaning down as he stares up at me like I’ve just wrecked the grand finale of his proposal. Honestly, I said yes. I even added laughter, made it more memorable. In my head that’s a flourish, not sabotage.Leaning closer, I brush my lips across his. “I’m sorry. I don’t even know why I reacted so badly to what you said. I was blind and foolish.” And it’s true, I was.I kiss him again, softer this time. “I think it wasn’t just your words. It was the anger that you knew, that Vesper and Ghost forced it into the open. I wanted this weekend to be about us. Not the baby. Not the club. Not anyone else. Just us. And now it’s about the baby, and you won’t touch me, and it feels like I’ve already lost the weekend we stole for ourselves.”“Hey,

Red POVThe rope slides against my skin, snug but not tight, and the weight of it above my head sends a shiver down my spine. Knox made sure I wasn’t pulled, that my body could move freely, but still, there’s no mistaking what this is. I’m bound and exposed, standing in the middle of the room with nothing to shield me from his eyes.And God, the way he’s looking at me right now.I can feel his gaze as if it’s another set of hands, dragging across my bare skin, pausing in places that make heat curl low in my stomach. It’s not just lust, though. It’s heavier than that, deeper. He looks at me like I’m his, completely, and there’s no part of me that doesn’t belong here.My heart races, though from the way my mind still spins. I promised him downstairs I’d speak up if anything felt wron

Knox POVWell… that just fucking happened.I don’t know whether to tell her off for breaking the rule or pin her down and fuck her until she can’t remember her own damn name, because Jesus Christ, the sight of her right now is lethal. Writhing beneath me, her voice ragged, her chest heaving, every inch of her body begging for more even though she just came harder than I’ve ever seen.I hook my hand under her thigh, lifting it high and forcing it over my shoulder until she’s spread open wide for me. She gasps at the stretch, her body arching, and I lean down close enough to let my words sink into her ear.“You’re lucky you look fucking breathtaking, Red,” I growl, my voice sharp against her skin. “Otherwise, I’d be punishing you for coming without permission. No more. You hear me? No mor

Echo POVThe voices are screaming now, a chaotic symphony of go, go, go. I push the door open, slow, and step inside. Her scent hits me harder here, lavender, vanilla, her. She’s in bed, curled under the blankets, her hair spilling across the pillow like ink. I stand there, frozen, watching her chest rise and fall. She’s so close. I could reach out, touch her, claim her right now. The voices want it. Take her, Echo. She’s yours. She’s always been yours.But I don’t. Not yet. I clench my fists, nails biting into my palms through the gloves. Instead, I turn to her dresser. A hairbrush sits there, strands of her dark hair tangled in the bristles. I pick it up, twirling a single strand around my finger, tighter and tighter until it snaps. I slip it into my pocket with the note. A trophy. A promise.The voices are laughing now, wild and unhinged, and I can’t tell if it’s them or me. Maybe it’s both. I back out of the ro

Echo’s POVI swagger into the clubhouse, my head buzzing like a hive of wasps, the voices cackling, You did good, Echo! You fixed her world! She’s gonna love you! My grin’s so wide it hurts, my blood singing with the high of tonight. I’m going back to her place later, oh yeah, I’m gonna keep making her life perfect. Davina’s got a million things weighing her dow, shitty job, shitty manager, shitty everything. But I’m her knight, her fucking savior, and I’ve already started rewriting her story. The voices hum.Something smacks the back of my head, and I spin, snarling, “What the fuck?” My eyes lock on Knox, his face all pinched and pissed, like he’s got a stick up his ass.“I called your name twice, you deaf bastard,” he snaps, crossing his arms.