Inferno Demon Riders MC: My Five Obsessed Bullies novel Chapter 55

Blythe’s P.O.V.

“Look babe, we can do this the hard way, or the easy way. You pick.”

Excuse me?

“Just because I let you bring me back here doesn’t mean you can just do whatever you want,” I grumbled.

“You think I want to strip you out of this fucking beautiful dress and force you into my shirt? You think I want to put my hands all over you while you squirm around?” He asked, but it didn’t sound like he was being honest. His voice had taken on a dark note. Almost like he was excited.

“I–I can just sleep in my dress,” I argued.

“That won’t be comfortable,” he replied.

“I’ll sleep in Karma’s shirt from last night then,” I said as I stood up. And way too fast. The room spun, and I wobbled until strong arms held me steady.

“No, it has to be my shirt, and I’m staying with you tonight,” he told me. Just like that. Like it was fact. No matter what I had to say about it.

“What the fuck?” was all I could manage.

“Just put the damn shirt on,” Havoc said, sounding exhausted.

“Are you more wasted than I thought?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.

“Look Dimples, these are Karma’s orders,” he told me.

“Was it also Karma’s order for you to call me Dimples again?” I grumbled.

Havoc’s eyes widened slightly before he averted them.

“Yeah,” he said as he shoved his shirt into my hands. “Now change.”

“No,” I replied, shoving his shirt back at him.

“Blythe,” he ground out.

“Havoc,” I mocked him.

He gave me a dumbfounded look.

“And you said I was drunk,” he muttered.

“I said you were wasted,” I corrected him.

“We’re both sloshed, how ‘bout that?” he retorted.

“No,” I argued.

“No to what exactly?” he asked.

“Everything,” I replied with a shrug.

Havoc scoffed at me.

“CG was wrong about you,” he said. “You aren’t a sex addict, you’re fucking bipolar.”

I glared at him.

Claire

“He didn’t call me a sex addict!” I shouted at him. “I haven’t had sex in years, thank you very much! And I am not wearing your shirt! You arrogant prick!”

Havoc gawked at me. He sputtered a bit, but no actual words came out. I smiled smugly at him, happy as hell that I made him stumble over his words.

“Oh, you think this is funny?” he asked before clicking his tongue. “Fine. Hard way it is.”

I jumped when he took one giant step towards me, practically removing all the space between us.

“B–but I didn’t even laugh!” I argued as he grabbed my arms and yanked me the rest of the way to him.

“That smug ass look was close enough, Dimples,” he said, spitting my nickname at me.

“Ugh, disgusting,” I grumbled as I tried to push him away.

“What? The nickname I gave you?” he asked with a laugh. “We all had a special name for you.”

“Yeah and the last time you used mine we were-” I stopped abruptly when I realized what I was about to say.

My face flamed, and my eyes went wide. My body went still too. Havoc smirked at me before using my stupor to his advantage.

“We were what?” he asked as he gripped the ends of my dress.

Oh, no…

“Y–you know,” I hissed.

“Maybe I don’t remember,” he said.

“Of course you’d say that,” I muttered. “You were quick to tell me how much of a disgusting mistake it was right after.”

Havoc stared at me for a moment. He looked… guilty, but I wasn’t exactly convinced. To be honest, I’m very confused. The way he acts… the way they all act… It doesn’t make sense. I don’t understand it. I mean, if Havoc was serious about Daniel and Sean not coming here to get me, and them not letting me go…

Then why did they-

My thoughts were cut off when Havoc ripped my dress up my body. I yelped in surprise and quickly tried to cover myself. I was only in my bra and panties now, right in front of Havoc.

“You’re my stepsister, Bly,” he said softly, his eyes never leaving mine. “I shouldn’t have touched you that way. It was wrong. Gross. Incestual.”

I furrowed my brow at him.

“We’re not blood–related, Havoc,” I blurted. “What we did was taboo, for sure, but incestual is pushing it, don’t you think?”

Havoc bent down, putting his face right in front of me. I jumped back a little, but Havoc just followed me. I gulped at the intense look in his eyes and the way he was clenching his jaw, like he might break a tooth.

“Do you remember how I taste?” I blurted.

God, what is wrong with me?

“I…” he trailed off.

“Do you want to taste me again, Havoc?” I asked breathlessly as my fingers flicked across my cl.it.

“… It’s not… right…” he muttered lamely.

“Being wrong felt good from what I remember,” I said. “You’re the only one who hasn’t made me cum since I’ve been back.”

“H should never have…” he trailed off, swallowing hard.

I moaned as I threw my head back and closed my eyes. All this teasing Havoc got me worked up. It wasn’t intentional. If I keep this game up with him though, I’ll end up begging him to fuck me. I just need to cum and then I’ll be fine. I hope.

My eyes flew open when I suddenly felt hands on my thighs. Havoc was on his knees in front of me, looking way too sexy in only his cut with his golden hair tied up. He was gripping the underside of my thighs and staring right at my fingers that were still working my swollen nub. Then Havoc pushed my legs up and forced me to open wider.

I moaned again and started moving my fingers faster.

“You smell so good baby,” he murmured.

“Taste me,” I blurted, practically begging.

Havoc looked up at me and then back to my pussy. I had no idea if he was going to do anything other than look at me. Then, suddenly, his face was on me. A loud moan tumbled from me as Havoc’s tongue pushed inside my hole. My fingers moved faster, matching the speed of Havoc’s tongue thrusting in and out of me.

“H–Havoc…” I moaned, feeling familiar tingles spread through my body. One more flick of my finger, thrust of his tongue, pinch of my nipple, and I came cumming. “Yes!” I moaned loudly, riding out my wave, and Havoc let me.

When my body calmed, Havoc gently let go of me. He stood up and walked to the other side of the bed. I watched as he bent down to grab his shirt. Then he practically shoved me into it.

“Is this when you yell at me again?” I asked him.

Finally, he looked me in the eyes.

“No,” he replied, looking away as he literally tucked me in, took off all his clothes except his briefs, and then crawled into my bed with me. “I’m the disgusting pervert this time.”

“We could just both be perverts if it makes you feel better,” I muttered.

Havoc snorted.

“Just go to sleep and pretend it didn’t happen,” he grumbled, closing his eyes.

I rolled my eyes. I had already planned to do that. But for just this short moment….

I feel really happy.