All Chapters of SHATTERED AND TEMPTED: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

DAISY POV“Diesel…” I gasped when he finally let me breathe, my voice shaky and breathless.He didn’t answer with words. Instead, his free hand pushed my sweater higher, cupping my bare breast and squeezing possessively. His thumb brushed over my nipple, sending sparks straight between my legs. I arched into his touch with a whimper, my body reacting before my mind could catch up.“It’s still fucking morning…” I tried weakly, even as heat flooded my cheeks. “People might hear…”“Let them hear,” he growled against my lips, voice dark and thick with need. Before I could say anything else, he yanked my sweater up and over my head in one smooth motion, tossing it aside. Cool air hit my skin, making my nipples tighten even more. I was suddenly bare from the waist up, standing trapped between the wall and Diesel’s massive frame.His eyes darkened as they raked over me. “So fucking beautiful,” he muttered, almost to himself.Then his head dipped, and his mouth closed hot and wet over one ni

DAISY POVWe finally made it downstairs. The bar was alive with noise — laughter, clinking bottles, low music, and the constant rumble of voices. It was obvious a clubhouse was just a clubhouse. There was never really a quiet moment here.I still didn’t know where we were heading, but I followed Diesel anyway as he held my hand firmly in his.As we passed through the main area, a few of the guys glanced our way. Most looked briefly and went back to their drinks. But one guy — tall, with a scar through his eyebrow — stared at me a little too long.The man beside him elbowed him hard in the ribs. It was a clear, silent warning: Keep your eyes off her.The guy quickly looked away.We kept walking until we reached the front lot where Diesel’s massive black bike was parked. He swung his leg over first and settled onto the seat, then turned toward me.“Come here,” he said, voice low but gentle.He reached for the helmet and carefully placed it on my head, his fingers brushing my chin as he

DAISY POVDiesel’s question hung in the air like smoke from his exhaust—thick, dangerous, and impossible to ignore.“Are you joking right now?” His storm-gray eyes bored into mine, jaw locked so tight I could see the muscle jumping. “Do you love to piss me off?”The bike was still idling on the side of the quiet street, the low rumble vibrating through the seat and into my bones. I sat behind him, arms still loosely around his waist, but the playful mood from the boutique had vanished. My heart hammered against my ribs.I swallowed hard, forcing myself to meet his gaze even though every instinct screamed at me to look away. “I wasn’t joking,” I said, keeping my voice steady while pointing at the modest building with the large glass windows and soft glowing sign that read Serenity Touch Wellness. “It’s a massage parlor. A proper one — therapeutic massages, not the shady kind.”Diesel killed the engine. The sudden silence made my pulse sound louder in my ears. He swung off the bike and f

DAISY POVHe asked if I had a favorite place to go.I looked up at Diesel a bit confused when he stretched out his hand. I blinked at him until the words sank in. I don’t know if I was stunned by that because it was just the accurate question for me. I had been watching different people since we sat down, and the thought of things I wanted to get involved in was right beside my mind. Though I don’t know why Diesel suddenly thought of that, it was just perfect timing. I smiled.“An amusement park,” I said softly.Diesel froze.For a second he just stared at me like I had spoken another language. Then his eyes widened.“What??” he shouted, loud enough that several heads turned from the nearest tables.I flinched, my cheeks burning hot. “Diesel… people are staring,” I whispered, shrinking a little in my seat.He didn’t seem to care. He was still looking at me like I had suggested something crazy. His hand stayed hanging in the air between us for another second before he slowly lowered it

DIESEL POVI stood by the bike, watching Daisy walk back from the ice cream counter with two cones in her hands and that full, unguarded smile lighting up her face.That smile. Fuck, that was all I wanted — to see it on her every single day.She stopped in front of me and lifted one cone toward my mouth, head tilted, eyebrows raised in that cute, hopeful way. “Try it,” she said softly.I didn’t take it from her. I bent down and licked straight from the cone she held, my lips brushing her fingers. The cold sweetness barely registered. All I noticed was how her smile widened, bright and real.We played a few more games after that. She dragged me to the shooting range machines, laughing when I let her win the first round, then groaning when I destroyed the targets in the second. “Unfair,” she called me, eyes sparkling.When we finally stepped outside, that peaceful smile still lingered on her lips. I helped her with the helmet, then swung onto the bike. She climbed on behind me and wrapp