Inferno Demon Riders MC: My Five Obsessed Bullies novel Chapter 153

Blythe’s P.O.V.

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“Are you really not going to stay?” I asked Evander when he wouldn’t come into the house.

“CG just wants you, Dimples,” he told me again. I pouted at him. “Don’t pout,” Evander said, smiling at me. “Maybe if you’re good he’ll let me come back sooner.”

I huffed.

“Should be my choice,” I grumbled.

“CG’s in charge of my punishment now,” he told me.

“Why do I feel like I never had a turn?” I argued, making Evander snort.

“Oh Dimples, I think we all know you’ve tortured me the most,” he said. “You’ve been having your fun with me.”

“I’d like to have more fun with you right now,” I replied, smiling seductively as my eyes raked down his body.

“Bly,” Evander said my name sternly, making me pout again. “Go on,” he urged,tilting his head in the direction of the house. “Go make CG happy.”

“Fine,” I huffed, turning on my heel and storming into the house. I could hear Evander chuckle softly behind me before the front door clicked shut. With each determined step I took up the stairs, I made sure CG could hear my approach, the sound of my footsteps echoing my irritation.

“Fireball, stop throwing a fit,” CG’s voice called out the moment I reached the doorway of his bedroom. By this weekend, our other rooms should finally be ready, allowing us to all move in together. For now, CG had claimed this space as his own. He still slept with me every night, but it felt like he had already made this place his home, as if he couldn’t wait for the others to join us.

“Why couldn’t Evander stay?” I asked, crossing my arms defiantly and refusing to step into the room.

CG was seated at his computer desk in the corner, his gaze flicking up to meet mine. Those hazel eyes of his hardened, and I fought the urge to squirm under his intense scrutiny. CG had been… different lately, in ways both exhilarating and frustrating. It was undeniably hot, but I craved more. I needed just a little bit more.

“Is it so wrong that I wanted you all to myself?” he asked, his tone laced with a hint of possessiveness.

“Suspicious is what it is,” I replied, my voice tinged with playful defiance.

CG smiled at me, but it wasn’t his usual warm smile that made my heart flutter. No, this was a calculated smile, one that sent delicious shivers down my spine and made my nipples harden in response. I knew that look all too well; it meant I was about to enjoy whatever was coming next.

“Come in here,” CG commanded, his voice low and authoritative. When I hesitated, he raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair with an air of confidence. “I plan to call him back. Eventually,” he added, his eyes narrowing. “As long as you do what I say.”

“Promise?” I asked, a hint of hope creeping into my voice.

Those hazel eyes of his darkened even further, a storm brewing behind them.

“Yes, now get your ass in here,” he growled, his voice sending a thrill through me.

My breath hitched in my throat as I took a tentative step into his room, followed by another, until I found myself standing in the middle of the space, still a few feet away from him. He took me in, his gaze lingering on the leather cut that marked my belonging to him. A tremor ran through me under his intense scrutiny. Without breaking eye contact, he clicked a few keys on his keyboard, and music filled the room, setting a sultry atmosphere. He then picked up a small remote and pressed a couple of buttons, plunging the room into semi-darkness while a ring of colored lights illuminated the ceiling, dancing along with the rhythm of the song.

I glanced around, my heart racing, and looked back at CG expectantly.

“Strip for me, baby,” he rasped, his voice thick with desire.

“E-excuse me?” I stuttered, caught off guard.

“Strip for me,” he repeated, his eyes smoldering with heat.

“Tae, I—”

“Fireball,” he interrupted, exhaling sharply. “I want you to strip for me. Put on a show for me. And then I want you to put your cut back on and let me have some fun.”

I swallowed hard, not just at his words but at the commanding tone he used. This was a different side of Tae, one that made me whimper and want to beg for his approval, to please him until his happiness returned.

So, I did what he wanted, as best as I could. I felt like I had been practicing for this moment. Tae’s eyes were locked on me as I swayed my hips, my cut the first article of clothing to come off. I tossed it onto the bed, momentarily glancing at Tae, who was watching me intently. I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, throwing it in his direction before turning around and casting a glance over my shoulder. I hooked my thumbs into my skirt and began to push it down, bending slightly and wiggling my rear for him.

When I turned back around, I noticed a change in Tae’s demeanor. He looked more relaxed, his eyes filled with a fiery heat as they roamed my body. I stood before him clad only in a delicate pink lace bra and matching black thong, feeling both vulnerable and empowered. Slowly, I moved closer, determined to put on the show of a lifetime. I climbed onto Tae’s lap, straddling him, and gazed into his eyes as I reached around to unhook my bra. I tossed it behind me, letting my nails graze down his clothed chest.

“I said naked,” he growled, his voice low and demanding.

“Sorry, Tae,” I breathed out, slipping off his lap. I stood between his legs, pushing my thong down to my ankles, kicking it aside before attempting to climb back onto his lap.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he stopped me with a firm tone. “I told you to put the cut back on.”

“And then I can sit on you?” I asked, already moving toward my cut. “I want to give you a lap dance.”

“As much as I would absolutely love that, Fireball, no,” he replied, his voice thick with frustration.

“What?” I exclaimed, spinning around with my cut in hand.

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