Inferno Demon Riders MC: My Five Obsessed Bullies novel Chapter 140

Kylian/Karma’s P.O.V.

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“Next time… listen to Coco,” I pushed out through clenched teeth, shoving Pistol backwards.

Then I turned to Blythe. She crossed her arms, glaring right back at me. I was still fuming, pi.ssed that she let some other guy touch her. I don’t care that she’s drunk, or that it’s dark. I don’t care how reasonable it all is. I need a reason to punish her.

“Get your a.ss to our room,” I ordered, pointing in the direction. “Now.”

“No,” she replied, sticking her nose in the air like a spoiled brat.

Perfect. Fu.cking perfect. Exactly what I wanted. My girl is so easy to read. It makes me so fu.cking excited knowing that I know just how to push her buttons. I can read her like an open book. It felt so fu.cking good know.

That knowledge sent a rush through me, a dark excitement that was almost unbearable.

Too damn good. It had been far too long since I’d felt her close like this. My usual outlets—my right hand and cold showers—were failing miserably. I craved her touch, her lips, her body. I wanted her so badly that if she kept testing me, I’d bend her over right here in front of everyone and claim her without hesitation.

But that wasn’t an option. No way. I shared her with my closest brothers, but they were the only ones allowed to see her bare skin.

I grabbed her right wrist, my eyes flickering downward with the intention of hoisting her over my shoulder. Then I froze. Something caught my eye—an inked design on her wrist. My name. She had tattooed my road name there. This must be the surprise the guys had been hinting about.

Fuck. Any remaining restraint shattered instantly. Without hesitation, I hoisted Blythe over my shoulder, spinning around. She squealed, kicking wildly, and I slapped her ass hard, earning cheers from the bar crowd as I stormed out, heading straight for our room.

“Karma! Put me down, you big oaf!” Blythe shouted, struggling and kicking.

I smirked, delivering another, even harder slap. Her gasp was sharp, her body stiffening before she melted into me. For fun, I slapped her once more.

“You’re such an asshole!” she yelled as I flung open the door to our room. “I swear, I didn’t know some stranger was touching me!” she protested, pushing her hair out of her face as I slammed the door shut behind me. Her voice was loud and angry, but I was too focused to care as I threw her onto the bed.

I grasped her wrist again—the same one with my name tattooed there. Blythe froze, locking eyes with me. I bent down, holding her gaze, and pressed a kiss to the inked letters on her skin.

“Finally noticed, huh?” she muttered, cheeks flushing a deep red.

“You kept it from me,” I said quietly, my voice heavy.

“Yeah, well, you’ve been keeping my cut from me,” she shot back, attempting to yank her hand free, but I held firm.

“You knew about that?” I asked, surprised.

“I sleep in this room almost every night, Kylian,” she replied sharply. “I saw it.”

“Oh, so you thought I was hiding it just to spite you? Is that it, Spark?” I teased, tossing her hand back onto the bed and leaning back. I pulled off my cut and set it beside us before peeling off my shirt. Blythe’s eyes roamed over my chest, swallowing hard, making my cock twitch in response.

“Aren’t you?” she asked, voice laced with suspicion.

I smiled, leaning down to press my body against hers. My hands slid slowly up her bare thighs, lifting her tight little dress higher. Fuck, she was so damn sexy.

“No, baby, that’s not it,” I said, biting back a laugh. “We were saving it. Waiting for something special. A moment worth it. We all agreed—it’s gonna be a date.”

“Wait… really?” she breathed, a little breathless.

“Yes, Spark,” I said playfully as I pulled her dress over her head. “No matter how angry or petty we get, I will always claim you. I wanted to give you the cut as soon as Ma finished it. Psycho and Dragon insisted on waiting for a big moment.”

“Oh…” she whispered, wrapping her arms around me. “Does this mean we’re done fighting?”

“Isn’t that up to you, baby?” I murmured, trailing kisses down her neck and across her collarbone, where Dragon’s name was tattooed over her heart. Seeing our names on her never failed to make my heart race.

“Well, that depends,” she said with a sly smile. “Are you done being an asshole?”

“How have I been an asshole?” I asked, pulling back just enough to look at her.

“Yes,” she whispered. “On your necks—I want my name. Each of you. Same spot. I don’t care if CG has to cover other tattoos.”

“He’s been saving a spot on his neck for you, babe,” I assured her, trailing kisses down her neck. “Don’t worry.”

“You guys can pick where my nicknames go,” she continued, stammering slightly as I began teasing her nipples.

“Did you put their names on you too?” I asked. Blythe tensed for a moment—not uncomfortable, but as if she feared my reaction. That gave me my answer.

“Where?” I pressed gently, wanting to keep this moment between us.

“On my shoulder blades,” she admitted softly. “I think CG was trying to make a point. It felt like the whole devil and angel on your shoulders thing.”

I sighed, burying my head in the crook of her neck. Her hands slid slowly down my chest until they reached my jeans. I flicked my tongue out, tasting her smooth skin. A low groan escaped me when her hand wrapped around my shaft.

“You’re throbbing, baby,” she whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “So much pre-cum… all for me.” Her voice was low and teasing, dripping with sultry promise. It was so damn sexy that my hips jerked forward, making her chuckle softly.

I was supposed to be punishing her, teasing her. Not falling under her spell like this. But fuck, she was the hottest little minx.

“It’s been so long since I’ve felt you,” she breathed, pulling me out of my jeans. “Please, Kylian… fuck me.”

This time, when I thrust forward, I slipped into Blythe’s warm, wet center. It was home. Perfect.

“I love you so fucking much, Spark,” I moaned into her neck, moving my hips in rhythm.

“Oh, Kylian, yes…” she moaned back, pushing my head up to meet our lips. “I love you too.”