All Chapters of SHATTERED AND TEMPTED: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

DAISY POVThe ride back to the clubhouse felt longer than it should have, but God knows that I loved it and I didn't want it to end.Yeah, I know that’s silly. My life was a wreckage, but blame my body for wanting more of this—not the scary part, but this part. The part where my cheek pressed against Diesel’s back, my arms locked around his waist exactly the way he’d ordered. My fingers dug into the hard ridges of his abs through his shirt, and every bump on the road pushed me tighter against him. Underneath it all, his body gave off a steady, grounding heat.I didn’t speak. Neither did he.But my head was spinning while a stupid, unstoppable smile kept tugging at my lips. I couldn’t stop replaying how Diesel had stepped in like a dark, furious hero. I hadn’t been able to process it at the moment, but now every detail hit me hard: The locked jaw. Those bulging veins in his neck and forearms. The low, lethal way he’d said my name—“Daisy.”The way he’d lifted me without effort and c

DAISY POV I kept my eyes shut tight, but it didn’t help. The image of Diesel was burned behind my eyelids. I could still feel the way the air in the room shifted when he looked at me earlier — heavy, electric, dangerous. It wasn’t just that he was big and muscled. It was the way he carried himself, like he owned every shadow in this room, every breath I took. When he told me to get in bed, my heart slammed against my ribs. I knew he meant sleep. But my traitor mind had gone straight to the way his jeans had strained against his thick thighs, the obvious bulge I tried so hard not to stare at. I reached down and touched my chest. My nipples were already hard, poking against the thin fabric of his shirt like they were begging for attention. Just the thought of his heavy weight pressing me into the mattress made my breath hitch. I slid my hand lower, past my stomach, until my fingers slipped under the waistband of my panties. I was soaked. The slick heat between my legs made me b

DIESEL POV Daisy fell asleep after her second orgasm. She came hard the second time, shaking and crying out my name while my tongue worked her clit and my fingers stayed just inside her tight pussy. When the last wave finally left her, she went limp in my arms, breathing slow and deep, completely worn out. And now she was fast asleep, curled around me like a kitten. Her small body pressed tight against my side, one leg thrown over mine, her face buried in my chest. Her arm was wrapped around my waist, fingers still loosely holding onto me even in sleep. Every time she breathed, I felt it against my skin. Warm. Trusting. Like she believed I would keep her safe. But the shit is… my dick was still fucking hard, throbbing painfully against my jeans, leaking steadily, begging to be buried inside her. I hadn’t penetrated her. Not even close. I kept my word. But it wasn’t easy. It took every single bit of mercy of God to hold back. I wanted to flip her over, spread those pretty thighs, a

DAISY POVThe man let out a deep breath and pulled his hand away from my mouth, stepping back just enough so I could breathe again.“Damn, girl… you almost got me killed,” he said, voice light and easy, like we were old friends chatting over coffee.I shoved him hard in the chest and tried to run past him.But He caught my arm gently but firmly, stopping me without hurting me.“Whoa, whoa, easy! I was only joking,” he said with a big grin, raising both hands like he was surrendering. “Relax, bounty girl. I’m not here to hurt you.”I glared at him, heart still pounding. He looked completely harmless now — He had a warm, playful energy that felt completely out of place in this clubhouse full of dangerous men.He chuckled softly. “Look, Diesel has already given every brother in the club one clear order: anyone who tries to come after you or betray him for that bounty… dies. No second chances. And trust me, I like breathing. I care about my life way too much to test Diesel on this.”I did

DIESEL POVI didn’t release her hand the entire way up the stairs.I’m angry and I know. I just can't believe that limping scumbag still has the energy to make any move concerning Daisy. “Tyler better run till eternity because if I ever catch him near her, I’ll make sure the next bullet doesn’t stop at his leg.”I decided not to tell Daisy about it, like I can’t just tell her any of that.Telling Daisy about Tyler breaking into her home right now wasn’t nice. I didn’t want her to feel as if she’s not safe again. I wanted her mind at rest and let her breathe without fear.So, telling her is a capital NOI pushed the door to my quarters open and pulled her inside, shutting it firmly behind us. The lock clicked into place.Daisy stood in the middle of the room, eyes on me, waiting. She could clearly read the mood on my face. I crossed my arms, trying to keep my expression controlled even though my jaw was tight enough to crack teeth.“Is there a problem?” Daisy asked softly.“Or do you