All Chapters of Daddies Underground MC Club: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

Siren’s POVIt’s been two weeks and Echo has been acting like a man possessed, just not in the way I want.He hovers. He watches. He growls at anyone who breathes too close. But the second I try to climb him like a tree, he suddenly goes deaf. Two days ago the doctor gave me the all-clear, and I practically threw myself at him. Nothing. He just kissed my forehead, muttered something about “being good,” and walked away like I hadn’t been naked and begging.So tonight I’m done playing.I went shopping with Red and found the perfect weapon, black leather body harness with silver studs and delicate chains that cross between my breasts and frame my hips like a filthy promise. Barely there straps, cut high on the ass, and his cut draped over my shoulders like a claiming flag.

Siren POV I’m stuck, completely, utterly stuck, and I’ve never felt more owned in my life.The leather bites into my thighs every time I try to lift even a fraction, a constant, cruel reminder that I am locked exactly where he wants me. I can't rise. I can't close my legs. I can't do anything except grind my soaked, swollen pussy against his mouth while he feasts like a man who has been starved his entire life and finally found the only meal that will ever satisfy him.His tongue is merciless. Long, slow licks that drag from my entrance to my clit, deliberate circles around my clit that make my hips jerk helplessly, sudden hard thrusts that spear inside me and curl like he’s trying to pull my soul out through my cunt. Every sound he makes is raw, animal, obsessed, deep, guttural groans that vibrate straight through my cor

Echo POV I walk to the cabinet, moving slow and deliberate, letting her anticipation build. My fingers close around a pair of black leather gloves, butter-soft on the inside, stiff and unforgiving on the outside. I pull them on one at a time, flexing my hands so the leather creaks loud in the quiet room.She hears it. Her head turns slightly, trying to see.“Eyes forward, Little Birdie,” I order, my voice low.She obeys instantly.I circle her again, gloved hands trailing over her shoulders, down her arms, seeing the goosebumps rise under the cool leather. When I reach her breasts I cup them, squeeze hard enough to make her gasp, then deliver a sharp, open-palmed slap to the underside of each one. The leather lands with a crisp crack that echoes off the walls. She jolts, a strangled cry slipping free, nipples tightening even more.

Siren’s POVI wake up pressed tight against Echo, his cock still buried deep inside me like he never wants to leave. I try to shift, just a little, and he instantly tightens his arms, dragging me closer even in his sleep, a low, possessive growl rumbling in his chest.Staring at him, I laugh quietly. He’s got to be the strangest, craziest, most intoxicating man I’ve ever met.“You should be sleeping,” he grumbles, voice rough with sleep, eyes still closed.“What time is it?” he asks before I can answer.“About six,” I say with a shrug.Groaning, he hauls me even closer, face nuzzling into my neck. “Go back to sleep. It’s only been four hours.” He snuggles into me like a giant, tattooed bear and within seconds he’s snoring again.

Echo’s POVI have it all sorted. I have planned the date, the time, and the exact place. I have booked the wedding, and she is going to love every second of it. She might not have chosen the details herself, but I know Siren better than she knows herself sometimes. She hates deciding, so I decided for her. Walking out of church, I smirk down at the confirmation on my phone and feel the tension finally ease from my shoulders.She is marrying me.I look up and the world tilts.Siren is sitting with the guys, tears in her wide eyes, and Diesel has her chin gripped tight in his hand.Everything goes blank.My body moves before my brain catches up. I'm across the room in a heartbeat, one hand clamping around Diesel’s wrist, the other driving my dagger straight through the back of his han