All Chapters of Daddies Underground MC Club: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

360 Chapters

Two Hundred And Fifty-Four

Echo’s POVShe’s hot when she’s mad, even hotter when she’s in charge. I can see why Theo gets off on it now.“I want my Starbucks and McDonald’s,” she snaps, climbing off me like a queen dismissing a peasant. Still wearing my cut, she snags her underwear from the floor, yanks it on, then shrugs the cut off and pulls on one of my shirts, swallowing her frame, hanging to mid-thigh and stalks to the door.Okay, shit, I was enjoying that. I scramble up, shove my legs into jeans, end her stream with one swipe, and pocket her phone. It buzzes instantly, probably the entire internet losing its mind, but I ignore it.I follow her out. She steps into the main bar like she owns the place, chin high, not giving a single fuck about the stares. She beelines for the McDonald’s bag and Starbucks cup I l

Two Hundred And Fifty-Five

Davina’s POVI watch Echo leave, his broad shoulders disappearing through the door like a storm cloud rolling out, and I’m still reeling from the fact that he knelt, he actually listened and dropped to his knees as if I were some goddess carved from fire and fury, worthy of worship on a blood-soaked altar. He knelt, actually knelt, and I’m so confused my brain’s doing somersaults in a blender.“You know, that was epic,” a voice says beside me, smooth and amused, pulling me out of my spiral. I turn to see a woman with sharp cheekbones and a smile that could slice through steel, sliding onto the stool like she owns the place. “I’m Harper. When you’ve got a man who likes to control everything, it’s amazing to know they’ll kneel for you and hand over the reins like it’s the most natural thing in the wor

Two Hundred And Fifty-Six

Davina POV “Yeah, see, I don’t know anything about Echo,” I say, swirling the whiskey in my glass like it’s the only sane thing left in this bar. “So it’s a bit hard for me to enjoy it when I’ve no idea who he is, what he’s doing, or what sort of batshit crazy things go on in that helmeted head of his.”Knox laughs, loud and unapologetic, nodding like I just told the best joke in the world. “All that’s in his mind right now is you. And you. Oh, and you. Maybe a bit of fucking, but it’s entirely you.”I groan, rolling my eyes so hard I’m surprised they don’t fall out and roll under the bar. “You know that doesn’t help his case, right?”“Why not?” Knox leans in, grinning like a Cheshire cat

Two Hundred And Fifty-Seven

Echo’s POVThe assholes at the drive-thru were trying to shut, actually fucking shut, and lock the doors like I was some random schmuck. I made them open up and serve me though. Might not have been nice, might’ve involved a little knife-twirling and a lot of growling, but I got her Starbucks and McDonald’s, extra vanilla, extra everything, just the way she ordered it like a damn queen.I half expect her to be gone when I walk in, vanished like smoke, leaving me with nothing but a cold latte and a hard-on. I yank the helmet off, hair a sweaty mess, and scan the bar.There she is. Sitting at the table. Still here. Mouth gaping, eyes wide like she’s seeing a ghost, or a god. And fuck, she’s still in my shirt. Just my shirt. Hanging off one shoulder, hem brushing her thighs, looking like sin wrapped in cotton. That should be illegal. I could be

Two Hundred And Fifty-Eight

Echo POV They keep talking, something about schedules, dues, a new shipment, but the words blur into static. My mind slips away again, dragging me under like a riptide. I’m back in my room, Davina above me, wrists bound in silk, her thighs clamped around my head, that smirk sharp as a blade. She’d lean down, whisper bad bunny, and I’d beg, full-on, pathetic, please, for her to ruin me. I’d let her tattoo her name on my chest, carve it into my skin, brand me until the world knew I was hers.Something shifts. A chair scrapes. Laughter fades. I blink, the fantasy shattering like glass. The table’s half-empty. Nathan, Mason, Theo are all gone. How long was I out? Minutes? Hours? My pulse spikes. Where’s Davina?I whip around, eyes scanning the bar. She’s not at the table. She’s at the bar, leaning against it, laughing at somethi

Two Hundred And Fifty-Nine

Echo POV She steps closer, the air thickening with her control, her heat radiating against my skin as she stops just inches away, close enough for me to feel the pull of her like a tide I can’t fight. Her hand lifts, one finger tracing the air just shy of my chest, not touching but close enough to make my breath hitch, my body responding to the promise in her eyes.“Good boy.”The praise is soft and tender, yet it burns through me like wildfire, a caress and a chain all at once, and I’m done.The bar holds its breath.I turn to her, my chest heaving with the force of the obsession that consumes me hotter than ever, and she’s still smiling, and I’m utterly, completely done.That's it, she's fucking mine.I grab her and throw her over my shoulder like she weighs nothing

Two Hundred And Sixty

Davina’s POVMy legs are jelly, no, they’re water, they’re gone. I’m only upright because his hands are locked around my thighs like steel cuffs, holding me suspended above his face. If he let go, I’d melt straight through the mattress and keep falling until I hit the earth’s core.I know my body. I’ve always known my body. Pleasure was… fine. A polite little spark, a quick scratch of an itch, nothing that ever rewrote my DNA. But this? Tonight? With Echo? He didn’t just make me come. He unmade me. Tore my soul out, auctioned it off to the devil in real time, and I paid extra for front-row seats. Heaven and hell in the same breath, and I’m still spinning from the crash-landing.His breath fans hot over my soaked pussy and I squirm, oversensitive, desperate for mercy. He answers with another sl

Two Hundred And Sixty-One

Davina POV My tongue drags slow along his cock, and it jerks, hardening again under my mouth.“Little Birdie,” he whispers, voice ragged, fingers gripping my jaw hard enough to bruise. “I want to destroy that mouth of yours. Actually, I want to destroy every fucking part of that body.”Don’t ask me why that makes me dripping wet again, but it does. And tonight? I’m taking everything he’s got. Because tomorrow I might run. But right now? I’m the one in control.I take my time at first, just to watch him unravel. My tongue traces the thick vein along the underside of his cock, slow, lazy circles around the head, tasting salt and the faint trace of me still on him. I hum, letting the vibration sink in, and his thighs tense under my palms.His fingers flex at his sides like he

Two Hundred And Sixty-Two

Davina POV I moan, can’t help it, and my hips rocking back into his hand even as I snarl, “You don’t own me.”He laughs, dark and delicious. “I own every gasp, every shiver, every time you come screaming my name. I own the way you’re clenching around my fingers right now, begging for more even while you lie to yourself.”His teeth sink into my shoulder hard and marking me, and I cry out, the pain blooming into pleasure so intense my knees buckle. He holds me up, fingers still working me, thumb circling my clit with cruel precision.“You’re not leaving this room until you’re ruined,” he whispers, voice dripping sin. “Until the only word you know is mine. Until every inch of you is branded, inside and out, with the truth. You were made to take me, to break for me, to b

Two Hundred And Sixty-Three

Echo’s POVShe’s not clicking her fingers. Not once. Any sane woman would be snapping those fingers like a goddamn castanet right now, safe-wording her way out of this beautiful disaster. But not her. Not my Little Birdie. She just takes it, pussy clenching around me like a fist made of velvet and sin, and I swear the voices in my head throw a fucking party.“She sounds so fucking good when she gags,” I growl to the camera, slowing my thrusts to long, deliberate drags that make her whole body shudder. “Those eyes—Jesus fuck—when she looks up at you with tears streaming, throat stuffed full of cock? Pure fucking sin.”I replay it in my head on loop, and the loop’s happening right now. I pull out of her slick heat with a wet sound that makes me groan, then shift fast. I sit against the headboard, yank her head

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