Inferno Demon Riders MC: My Five Obsessed Bullies novel Chapter 57

Blythe’s P.O.V.

I woke up covered in familiar warmth like I do every morning. For just a moment, I didn’t want to get up. I didn’t want to move, or have to go back to reality. I wanted to stay right where I was; wrapped in warmth and half asleep.

I had planned to do just that too. I mean, these two will have to get up eventually, right? I’ll just stay in this blissful state until then.

At least, that’s what I thought I’d do until I felt a large, warm hand snake up the side of my shirt. My eyes flew open to see Karma sleeping in front of me. He was on his side, facing me with his arm under my head. It wasn’t his hands feeling me up right now, almost cupping my breast.

I’m not surprised that CG is feeling me up though. It happens almost every morning. The two of them team up to try to get me into that state to ask me questions. It’s… been difficult.

“CG, stop,” I groaned, sleep thick in my voice as I tried to push his hand away. All that did was make him more eager. He fully cupped my breast, making me gasp. His thumb brushed across my nipple, making me squirm.

“C–CG,” I stuttered.

I turned my head to glare at CG, wondering why he wasn’t listening to me. Karma’s usually the more insistent one. CG likes to keep touching me, sure, but he stops groping me when tell him to.

However, looking at the man behind me now, I see why CG didn’t stop. Because it’s not CG at all. It’s Havoc.

Everything from last night came rushing back to me. Getting drunk with the ol‘ ladies, finding Havoc in the hallway, and everything that happened once we got back here. Including…

Oh my god! I let him eat me out while I played with myself! What the hell is wrong with me?!

I blame the alcohol. It was that. I was drunk. It was… a mistake.

Right?

Of course, it was! These guys are… not safe.

Right?

I have no idea how I feel anymore. Being back here, being with them again… it’s confusing me. They were mean and now they’re pushy. They claim to have no idea about what I went through, but… I just…

I don’t know what’s true anymore.

I’m falling right back into things like before with them. Well, worse now because we’re all… being intimate. It’s a lot harder to remind myself that they don’t care about me than I thought it would be. I wasn’t supposed to feel safe again. Not with them, not ever.

Yet… that’s what I feel. No matter how much I push them away, how much they push me, or how big of dickheads they are… I feel safer here than I have in… years. Since the last time I was here. Even with Everly’s bullshit, I still felt safe. I just felt like no one liked me. I felt unwanted.

But then Daniel took me. I found out that Everly was right about everything, none of them ever liked me, not even my mom. I was… just a burden to everyone. So, Mom sold me off to a father I never knew. They all sent me off to literal hell on earth.

There’s a small part of me, a very small part, that keeps telling me that something isn’t right though. Mom used to be my very best friend. It was always her and me against the world. She was a great mom and friend. Then I met the guys and felt like I had found my place.

I was a good kid, a good friend. Until Everly started lying about me. Even then though… I never thought it was grounds for selling me off to a monster and his fucking cult.

The mother I knew would never have done that. The guys I was friends with would never have left me unprotected. The club I thought I knew would never have let me suffer like that.

But they all did, didn’t they?

Suddenly, Havoc’s thumb brushed across my nipple again, making me twitch. I glared harder at him, but he didn’t notice. His eyes were closed, and I honestly wasn’t sure if he was asleep or not. Havoc used to sleep–walk when we were kids, but it was rare. Tusk and the other club brothers would make jokes about it sometimes.

When I moved in with them, there were a handful of times that Havoc would crawl into bed with me. Again, it was rare. It only happened a handful of times. I always low–key loved it, but he was gone by the time I woke up in the morning. He never said anything, and I assumed he either didn’t want to talk about it, or thought I didn’t know he was in my bed for most of the night.

However, he never groped me in his sleep, so I’m not completely convinced this is that.

“Havoc,” I hissed, trying not to wake Karma up. If I do that, then there’s no way I’m getting out of this bed without being deliciously tortured.

Ugh! Listen to me. Deliciously? Karma is brainwashing me.

Unfortunately, Havoc didn’t listen. His other arm snaked under me until he had me wrapped up and was holding me by my chest. I bit my bottom lip to keep from moaning as his fingers began to work my buds. He was rough, but gentle at the same time. He pinched my nipples hard and pulled. Then he massaged the sting away slowly before repeating it.

Is he really asleep right now?

“H–Havoc, I hissed again.

All he did was yank me back, plastering my body to his as he worked my nipples. His lips were right by my ear, his hot breath fanning my neck. He thrust his hips forward, making me yelp in surprise. My eyes widened, but thankfully Karma didn’t stir.

Havoc groaned in my ear as he continued to work my body. I put my hands on his forearms, confused about what was happening.

“H–Havoc,” I stuttered, trying to be quiet. “A are you a awake?”

“You have a lot to say for someone who let her stepbrother get her off twice in less than 24 hours,” Havoc growled.

“You’re the one that has a problem with us being step–siblings, not me,” I blurted.

Havoc gave me an incredulous look

“You don’t find your attraction to me even the least bit fucking disgusting?” He asked incredulously.

“How can I when it makes you this upset and flustered?” I countered, smiling sweetly at him.

Truth is, I probably only tease Havoc the most because I know he will never go soft on me. He might want to fuck me, maybe, but he hates that he does. He will always treat me like shit after every special moment we have. But I know Havoc well. I see the guilt in his eyes. I remember it back when we were teenagers too.

Whatever the reason, whatever is going on… I know that Havoc hates me. Maybe he just wants to hate-fuck, but he hates that he wants me. Even if he was kind of nice last night.

I’m starting to see that anything sexual that happens between us, Havoc hates and beats himself up over. I think I might push it a little because he deserves to feel like shit. It feels good in the moment, and I never have to worry about falling for any tricks of his either, because he never has any.

“You’re insane,” Havoc muttered as he threw the blanket off of him and swung his legs over the side of the bed.

“Well, I guess you can answer the famous question for us then,” I retorted.

“Famous question?” Karma asked.

I looked up at Havoc as he stood up and turned to face me.

“Yeah,” I said, smiling at Havoc. “They say that crazy girls have the best tasting pussy. Is that true?”

Karma snorted out a laugh as Havoc blushed fiercely. I had to fight to hide a laugh at his reaction. It was so not appropriate of me to say, but… fuck it! They can do what they want to me, so I might as well make them squirm when I can.

If they get to have fun playing with me, then I’m going to do the same.