All Chapters of YOURS, DADDIES : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

RILEY;"Don't move," the man growled, his hand wrapped around my throat as he bent me over the pool table. "You walked into our clubhouse wearing that dress. That makes you ours now."I should've run the first time Cain called me his property. Should've left when Reaper shoved me to my knees and told me to open wide. Should've disappeared when Ghost whispered that I belonged to the Steel Kings now whether I liked it or not.But I didn't run. Didn't leave. Didn't disappear.Because these three bikers—these older, dangerous men who should terrify me—had looked at me like I was something worth claiming. Worth keeping. Worth ruining.And god help me, I wanted to be ruined.---I walked into the wrong bar in the wrong part of town wearing the wrong outfit.It was supposed to be a fun night—bar crawl with my sorority sisters, celebrating the end of midterms, the kind of controlled chaos where the biggest risk is drinking too much and texting your ex. We'd hit three bars already, each one lo

He fucked me hard and fast against that wall, his hips slamming into my ass with each thrust, his hand keeping me quiet, his other hand fisted in my hair."This is what happens," he growled in my ear, "when college girls in little dresses walk into biker clubhouses. They get claimed. They get used. They get reminded who runs this part of town."I was crying—from the intensity, from the overwhelming sensation, from the fact that despite my terror I was getting wetter with every brutal thrust."She's close," Ghost observed from across the room. I'd almost forgotten the other two were watching. "I can see it.""Yeah, she is," Reaper agreed, his pace increasing. "Gonna come all over my cock, aren't you, sweetheart? Gonna come while I fuck you in front of my brothers?"I didn't want to. Didn't want to give him the satisfaction. But my body didn't care what I wanted.The orgasm hit me like a freight train. I came so hard my legs gave out, only Reaper's grip keeping me upright as pleasure cr

I should've said no. Should've stood up and walked out."Yes," I heard myself say."Yes, what?" Cain prompted."Yes, Sir."His smile was slow and dangerous. "Good girl. Now there are rules you need to know."Ghost spoke for the first time, his quiet voice somehow more intense than the others. "Rule one: You're ours exclusively. No other men. Not even flirting. Not even thinking about it. Understood?""Yes.""Rule two," Reaper continued. "When we call, you come. Doesn't matter if you have class or plans with friends. When we want you, you show up.""Rule three," Cain said. "What happens in the club stays in the club. You don't talk about us to your friends. Don't post about us on social media. Don't tell anyone where you go or who you're with. This life is separate from that life.""What if someone asks where I am?""You lie," Cain said simply. "You get creative. But you don't tell them the truth.""And rule four," Ghost added. "You trust us. We'll take care of you, protect you, give y

SLOANELet me tell you something about the kind of girl I am.I'm not reckless. I'm not the type who goes looking for trouble or mistakes or things that will keep her up at night with her thighs pressed together and her conscience screaming. I make lists. I think before I speak. I have never in my twenty years of life done something I couldn't explain in the morning.So I need you to understand that what happened was an accident.I need you to understand that before I tell you the rest.Because the rest does not make me look good.*I'd been in the house six days.Six days of learning which floorboards creaked, which light switches did nothing, which hallways led where. Six days of careful smiles at dinner and even more careful silences everywhere else. Six days of pretending I didn't notice the way Callum looked through me like I was furniture. Like I was a mildly inconvenient piece of décor his father had brought home and he was still deciding where to put.Six days of pretending I

SLOANE I want to tell you I kept my composure at dinner.I want to tell you I sat across from both of them, ate my food, made polite conversation, and felt absolutely nothing. That the morning had been an accident and I'd filed it away neatly and moved on like a functional adult human being.But I'd be lying.Because the truth is I spent the entire day in my room replaying it. The steam. The mirror. His eyes finding mine before either of us was ready. The way my name sounded in his mouth like something he hadn't meant to say out loud. I'd made three separate attempts to read the same chapter of the same book and retained nothing. I'd stared at my ceiling for an embarrassing amount of time doing absolutely nothing except thinking about water tracking down collarbones and a towel hanging catastrophically low.And then Reid in the hallway. That slow curl of a smile. You're very red, Sloane.By the time dinner came around I was already wound tight as a watch spring.That was my first mis