Possessive Riders 140

In this chapter, Kylian (also called Karma) is at the clubhouse during a lively Friday night gathering where the club members have returned, and the old ladies, including Blythe, have prepared an elaborate welcome. Despite the festive atmosphere, Karma feels distant and frustrated, especially as he watches Blythe in a seductive black dress, longing for her but also avoiding her due to recent tensions involving Evander.

The mood shifts when Joker loudly claims Glitter as his own, declaring his intention to order her a cut and protect her from others. This bold declaration surprises many but brings joy to the women present, including Blythe, easing Karma’s tension a little. However, the night takes a turn when Karma notices Blythe dancing uncomfortably with Pistol, a club brother, whose hands are on her hips despite her stiff and uneasy demeanor.

Karma confronts Pistol, demanding he remove his hands from Blythe. Blythe then fiercely defends herself, punching Pistol in the throat and asserting her identity and connections within the club. The confrontation reveals the complex relationships at play, as Blythe reminds Karma she belongs to several brothers, including Evander, which frustrates Karma further. Pistol apologizes, realizing his mistake, and Karma warns him sternly not to touch Blythe again.

The chapter ends with Karma recognizing this incident as an opportunity to reassert his presence in Blythe’s life, despite the complicated dynamics and his own conflicted feelings. He intends to use the situation to reconnect with her, setting the stage for further developments in their relationship.

Chapter 140: Full House

Kylian/Karma’s Perspective

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A few days later ~

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“You heard the good news yet?” Dragon asked as he settled beside me.

It was late Friday night, and the clubhouse buzzed with energy. Crash and the rest of the crew had returned, and Bly, along with the other old ladies, had gone all out to welcome them back. The place was decked out with decorations, a lavish buffet spread, loud music pumping through the speakers, and plenty of booze flowing. Everyone seemed to be having a blast.

Everyone except me.

“He definitely hasn’t,” Ps.ycho chimed in with a laugh, answering for me.

“That sucks, man,” Dragon teased, grinning.

“Where the hell have you been?” I snapped at him, irritation creeping into my voice.

Before he could answer, CG plopped down next to Dragon. Bly followed, trailing her hand along both their backs as she passed by, shooting them a playful wink. I swear, both of them sighed like lovesick teenagers. Ridiculous.

“See that girl over there?” Dragon said, nodding toward Bly in her little black dress. “Yeah, that’s where I’ve been. Right between those gorgeous thighs. Right where Tae and I belong,” he added with a laugh, sharing a knowing look with CG before turning their attention back to Bly.

“I took her panties,” CG said, tossing a damp piece of clothing my way without breaking eye contact with Bly, who had now joined the other old ladies and some club girls she liked.

“Fuckin’ hell,” I muttered, balling up the soaked fabric in my fist.

“You gonna make a move yet?” Dragon asked. “It’s worth it. Even if she hate-fucks you.”

“No,” I growled.

“Come on, Karma,” Psy.cho urged. “Stop being so stubborn. She just wants you to break first. Go beg her to fuck you. She’ll give in.”

“No,” I said firmly. “She can break.” I downed the rest of my drink and refilled the glass immediately.

“You’d finally get to see the surprise,” Dragon said, eyes glued to Bly as she danced with Coco.

That damn surprise. They’d been teasing me about it for days. I hadn’t pushed them to spill because of respect for Blythe. I’d also been avoiding her. Everyone thought it was because she was mad at me for messing up Evander’s face. Partly true. But mostly, I didn’t know how to face Evander. After making him stay in my office the other day, I practically told him to sit in the corner and pretended he didn’t exist. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on FιndＮovel.net

Tonight, though, that bastard was working the bar. Bly had put him to work. She knew we’d all be here, and she’d be safe. Of course, my eyes hadn’t left her all night—except for the brief moments when Dragon and CG had her attention. That little black dress was teasing me relentlessly. She even had on those sexy, fuck-me heels. Goddamn, I wanted her so badly I thought I might suffocate.

It’d been far too long since I’d had her. Masturbation didn’t help. I needed the real thing. I needed Blythe’s tight pussy wrapped around me. I craved her bouncing on me, screaming my name. I needed those electric eyes locked on mine, full of pleasure. I needed—

“Yo, Prez! I need to say something!” Joker’s voice cut through the music and my spiraling thoughts. He pulled my attention, along with the VIP table’s and a few others nearby. I raised an eyebrow as he barreled over, nearly tripping.

“Prez!” he shouted, pounding his fist on the table.

“How drunk are you?” I asked, frowning.

“Buzzed,” he slurred.

Clearly, he was more than buzzed. The crazy fucker.

“I’ve got something to tell you,” he said, raising his voice. “The whole club can fucking hear it!” He stood, scanning the room. Not everyone was paying attention, but more were.

I followed Joker’s gaze to Glitter, who sat awkwardly on Claw’s lap. Wait—why did she look so uncomfortable?

“That’s it!” Joker yelled, storming across the room.

We watched with a mix of amusement and confusion as he marched up to Claw and Glitter. Glitter’s face lit up with hope when she saw Joker. Without a word, he bent down and slung her over his shoulder. Claw protested and stood, but Joker shoved him back down, growled something I couldn’t hear, and turned away.

“This girl!” Joker shouted as he neared my table, pointing at Glitter’s ass on his shoulder. “She’s mine! MINE! I’m requesting to order her a cut! My name! My claim! Mine! I don’t give a flying fuck if she was a club girl before. She’s mine now! Nobody fucking touches her!”

With that, he stormed off, leaving us stunned. Well, everyone except the ladies, who cheered and clapped. I even caught a few whispering “finally.” Blythe looked especially pleased. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but fuck, if it made my brother and my old lady happy, then great.

I started to relax a bit after that. Maybe it was Joker’s claim or the alcohol, but the mood lightened. Laughter, jokes, and easy conversation filled the air—exactly what the club was about. It was the most at ease I’d felt since seeing that scar on Bly’s back.

My eyes drifted back to her after laughing at a joke Viper told. The smile faded as I took in what had started in the few minutes I’d looked away. Bly was still on the dance floor, swaying with a drink in hand. She was drunk, but not wasted. At least, I hoped not. Maybe I was a bit more drunk than I thought.

Then I saw red. Bly was dancing with Pistol, a brother. His hands rested on her hips, his body pressed against her from behind. Bly’s hands were raised, but she was stiff, her eyes wide.

Before I knew it, I was on my feet, storming through the crowd. Coco rushed over, grabbing Pistol’s arm, but he didn’t budge. Bly just danced, oblivious, letting it happen. Pistol’s gaze roamed over her as he held her close.

“Damn, where you been hidin’?” he slurred as I approached. “I know I’ve been on the road, but fuck, they could’ve told me we got some fresh pussy.”

Coco noticed me first. Her eyes widened, and she tugged harder on Pistol’s arm. He shrugged her off, ignoring her attempts to pull him away from my girl.

“Coco, I’ll deal with you later, you needy kitty, but fuck, I want this one right now,” Pistol growled.

“You dumbass,” Coco hissed. “I was trying to help you.” She finally released him.

“What’s your name, sweet—”

“Get your fucking hands off her,” I snapped, voice low and threatening.

Pistol looked up, finally seeing me. Bly’s eyes flicked between me and behind her. They widened again as she realized someone had been touching her.

That must have been it, because the woman screamed, jumped out of Pistol’s arms, and punched him square in the throat. My jaw dropped as Pistol staggered back, clutching his neck and choking. Several people nearby laughed at his expense. He finally glared at Blythe with pure anger.

What the hell had I just witnessed?

“What the… fuck!?” he gasped through his choke.

“Who the hell are you?!” Blythe shouted, slurring heavily. “Why would you put your filthy hands on me? Do you know who I am?!”

“Didn’t you hear him talkin’ to you?!” I snapped, anger boiling over.

She turned those electric eyes on me.

“I thought he was just standing close, talking to someone else!” she yelled. “I thought it was one of you guys behind me!”

“How could you fucking think that?!”

“Because I’m drunk, you moron!”

“Wait…” Pistol interrupted, raising his hands. “You’re telling me… you’re the prez’s…” He trailed off, expecting us to fill in the blanks.

“She’s my old lady,” I growled.

“I belong to five of the brothers, actually,” she corrected me.

I shot her a look but said nothing. Not the time. I was already pissed enough. Five of us. Because Evander was somehow redeemable in her eyes.

“Fuck… fuck me…” Pistol muttered, realizing his mistake. His eyes widened as he looked at me before swallowing hard. “I-I… fuck, Karma, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t ever put your fucking hands on her again,” I warned.

“Y-yeah, of course… sorry, man,” he stammered.

“Or I’ll kick your ass worse than just a punch to the throat!” Bly added, pointing a finger at him with narrowed eyes.

For fuck’s sake…

I didn’t want to let this slide, but I knew I had to. It wasn’t Pistol’s fault, no matter how pissed I was. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. Still, this gave me the perfect excuse to bulldoze back into Bly’s life.

And I fully intended to take advantage of it.

The tension in the clubhouse had been thick all night, but beneath the surface, the bonds of loyalty and possession were unmistakably clear. Karma’s fierce protectiveness over Blythe and the raw emotions swirling around them highlighted the complexities of their relationships—marked by desire, respect, and unspoken challenges. Despite the chaos and misunderstandings, the club’s unity and the unyielding claims of its members created a charged atmosphere where love and rivalry intertwined, leaving no room for doubt about where allegiances lay.

As the night unfolded, Karma’s internal struggle between frustration and longing became palpable, revealing the depth of his feelings for Blythe and the unspoken promises they shared. The chapter closed on a note of determined resolve, with Karma ready to reclaim his place in Blythe’s life, fueled by the events that had just transpired. It was a moment of reckoning and reaffirmation, setting the stage for the emotional battles and intimate connections yet to come.

Tensions simmer beneath the surface as Karma’s protective instincts flare, but the evening’s chaos is only the beginning. The uneasy dynamics between Blythe and the brothers, especially with Evander’s complicated place in her life, promise to stir deeper conflicts. Karma’s determination to reclaim his connection with Blythe hints at emotional battles ahead, where loyalty and desire will be tested.

As the club’s atmosphere shifts from celebration to confrontation, the lines between friendship, possession, and love blur. The next chapter will explore how Karma navigates these turbulent waters, balancing his fierce protectiveness with the vulnerability he’s been avoiding. Readers can expect moments charged with raw emotion, unexpected alliances, and the ever-present question of who truly holds claim over Blythe’s heart.