Inferno Demon Riders MC: My Five Obsessed Bullies (by Kj) novel Chapter 61

Chapter 61: Kind Words

Blythe’s P.O.V.

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“Looks like I got here just in time,” CG said, smirking at us.

I blinked at him for a moment.

This is going to turn into something more. With CG and Karma, it always does. They’re the

two I haven’t figured out how to torture. I mean, other than being a brat to them. I can’t tease

them because they feed into it, leaving me needy, or taking care of my neediness. I’ve been

trying to think of ways to take Karma’s control from him. I know that would pi.ss him off.

He’s used to always having control. I have to figure out how to take just a little bit from him.

But CG? Nothing bothers CG when it comes to me. He was always like that. Always more

than happy to touch me or just be around me. If I tease CG, it’ll be like giving him what he

wants. He loves attention from me. But I doubt that not giving him any at all would do much

either. He’d still here and watch me suck Psy.cho’s di.ck and love every second of it.

Well, CG is the only one who actually listens to me when I tell him to stop. Of course, I have

to sound serious, otherwise he won’t take me seriously. I wonder if I could test him, push his

limits. Make him sit and watch, tease him, but refuse to let him touch me at all.

How much would it take for CG to break? What will he do to me when he does?

“This isn’t what it looks like!” Psy.cho rushed out, bringing me back to reality.

“Oh?” CG asked with a raised brow. He crossed his arms, leaned back against the door, and

crossed his ankles. “And what does it look like, Psy.cho?” He asked, smirking at us.

I tried to fight the smile that was making my lips twitch.

“Blythe is just drunk, and she’s back into that split personality of hers, that’s all,” Psy.cho said.

My jaw dropped as I stared up at him.

“I do not have a split personality!” I defended myself.

But I was ignored.

“And

man.”

you were just going to take advantage of her?” CG asked, teasing. “Psy.cho, not cool

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“You and Karma do it fu.cking daily!” Psy.cho argued. “Havoc apparently fu.cking ate her out!”

“And you think that makes it okay?” CG replied, definitely teasing Psy.cho, but I’m not sure Psy.cho realizes that.

“I–I was telling her no,” he stuttered.

“Were you?” I asked.

“Yeah, were you?” CG echoed.

Psy.cho huffed as his eyes flickered between the two of us.

“She got her knees on her own. I didn’t ask for this,” he grumbled.

“But if you shut up and let go of my hands… you can still enjoy it,” I said sweetly.

“Blythe, this is crazy,” he said, looking down at me.

“I think we’ve all come to understand that none of us are sane here, Psy.cho.” I said, putting

emphasis on his name.

“This is different, Shorty…” he replied, still being stubborn.

What even is his problem? This isn’t like him. I didn’t expect Psy.cho to put up a fight at all. Be

mean to me, yes, but try to stop me from giving him a blowjob? No way.

“What if she sucks me off first?” CG suggested with a sly smile.

“I have other plans for you,” I told him.

CG’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“Really?” he asked, intrigued.

I smiled at him.

“I think I finally found a way to push your buttons,” I said, giggling. “But you have to promise to do as I say,”

“Of course, Fireball,” he replied instantly. “Whatever you want. I’m positive I can meet any expectations you have, baby girl.”

gulped. The way CG said that had heat pooling in my lower belly. His eyes raked across me as he sucked in his bottom lip. When his eyes met mine again, they were full of heat. Heat

that had me squirming on my knees.

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“Is this about control again, Short Cake?” Psy.cho asked.

I looked up at him at the same time as CG.

“Control?” CG asked.

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“She’s been trying to gain back control over… us, I guess,” Psy.cho answered him. “She hates

that she likes it here so much,” he murmured as he cupped the side of my face. “Likes us so

much.”

“Is that true, Bly?” CG asked me. “You tryna gain some kinda control back because you hate

how much you like it?”

“I–I… shouldn’t,” I stuttered. “I shouldn’t ever like it.”

I went through similar feelings with Sean. At first, before things got bad. I liked everything he

was doing to me and hated myself for it. He helped me see that just because I was se.xually

abused didn’t mean that I was broken. I could take control of that, of myself. I could learn

what felt right, what felt good. It didn’t make me less of a person, or weak, or damaged to still

like se.x after what I went through. It just meant that I was finally comfortable with myself

and my partner.

That fu.cking bas.tard. He helped me through my trauma to give himself a bigger ego. It did

help me, and I hate that it was him. I hate that he was the one that got me over my trauma,

just to… do what he did to me. I hate that it was him. I hate that it was all a fu.cking lie.

And I struggled with that for years after I found out the truth. I struggled to feel okay again. I

never thought I’d ever have another good se.xual experience in my life. These four might have

been pushing me into situations, but… I could fight harder, I could have said no more sternly, I

could tell them to stop sleeping in my bed. I know that CG would listen to me at least.

So, why don’t I fight more? Why do I like it so much? Why was it so easy for them to make me

feel so… much?

I can’t be hopeful. I refuse. Falling into their beds? Sure. It feels more right than anything else

I’ve ever done. No matter how much I try to fight it. But falling for more than just se.x?

Absolutely not.

Psy.cho moved his hand to place two fingers under my chin. Then he lifted my head up until my eyes met his. He was giving me a stern look, but it wasn’t his usual disdain for me. It was

something different, something more fierce.

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“Whatever happened to you in the past… it doesn’t define you, Blythe Lyra Owens.” He stated sternly. “Just because you had some awful experiences doesn’t mean you can’t have good ones. It’s all about how comfortable you feel. I know you hate us right now, but we all grew up together, Shorty. You’re comfortable around us because we’re home. As for liking what we do… Well, maybe we’re just real good at it.” He finished with a sly smirk.

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