Possessive Riders 141

Kylian, also known as Karma, is furious after seeing a stranger touch Blythe, his girl, despite her being drunk. His anger boils over as he confronts the situation, demanding Blythe come with him to their room. Blythe resists, but Kylian is determined and carries her off, slapping her playfully as they head to their private space. Once inside, their tension shifts to intimacy as Kylian notices a tattoo of his road name on Blythe’s wrist—a surprise from their friends—breaking down some of his remaining restraint.

Their conversation reveals a deeper connection and mutual understanding. Blythe admits she has been keeping some secrets, like her own tattoos of the group’s names on her body, symbolizing their bond. Kylian explains they’ve been saving his cut for a special moment, reinforcing their commitment despite occasional fights. They share affectionate moments, teasing and expressing pride and love for each other, showing the strength of their relationship.

The couple discusses forgiveness and unity within their group, particularly concerning Evander, a member who needs to be forgiven for past issues. Blythe emphasizes wanting happiness for all of them, while Kylian acknowledges her concern. Their emotional exchange deepens their bond, highlighting Kylian’s protective nature and Blythe’s caring heart.

As their intimacy grows, they talk about future tattoos symbolizing their connection, with Blythe playfully demanding their names be inked on the group members’ necks. Their playful banter and physical closeness culminate in a passionate moment, reaffirming their love and desire for each other after a long time apart. The chapter ends with their mutual declarations of love and a powerful reunion.

141: Clash of Desire

Kylian/Karma’s Perspective

“Next time… you listen to Coco,” I growled through clenched teeth, shoving Pistol back with a firm hand. The tension in my chest was unbearable as I turned my furious gaze to Blythe. She stood there, arms crossed and eyes blazing, matching my glare without a hint of backing down. My blood boiled at the thought of some random guy touching her, even if she was drunk or the night was dark. None of it mattered. I needed a reason—any reason—to make her pay.

“Get your ass to our room,” I commanded, pointing sharply in the direction of the hallway. “Right now.”

“No,” she snapped, her nose crinkling with the arrogance of a spoiled child.

Perfect. Absolutely perfect. Just what I wanted. My girl was maddeningly transparent, like an open book I could read at will. It thrilled me to no end, knowing exactly which buttons to push to get a reaction. That knowledge sent a rush through me, a dark excitement that was almost unbearable.

Too damn good. It had been far too long since I’d felt her close like this. My usual outlets—my right hand and cold showers—were failing miserably. I craved her touch, her lips, her body. I wanted her so badly that if she kept testing me, I’d bend her over right here in front of everyone and claim her without hesitation.

But that wasn’t an option. No way. I shared her with my closest brothers, but they were the only ones allowed to see her bare skin.

I grabbed her right wrist, my eyes flickering downward with the intention of hoisting her over my shoulder. Then I froze. Something caught my eye—an inked design on her wrist. My name. She had tattooed my road name there. This must be the surprise the guys had been hinting about.

Fuck. Any remaining restraint shattered instantly. Without hesitation, I hoisted Blythe over my shoulder, spinning around. She squealed, kicking wildly, and I slapped her ass hard, earning cheers from the bar crowd as I stormed out, heading straight for our room.

“Karma! Put me down, you big oaf!” Blythe shouted, struggling and kicking.

I smirked, delivering another, even harder slap. Her gasp was sharp, her body stiffening before she melted into me. For fun, I slapped her once more.

“You’re such an asshole!” she yelled as I flung open the door to our room. “I swear, I didn’t know some stranger was touching me!” she protested, pushing her hair out of her face as I slammed the door shut behind me. Her voice was loud and angry, but I was too focused to care as I threw her onto the bed. Read full story at finḑnovel.net

I grasped her wrist again—the same one with my name tattooed there. Blythe froze, locking eyes with me. I bent down, holding her gaze, and pressed a kiss to the inked letters on her skin.

“Finally noticed, huh?” she muttered, cheeks flushing a deep red.

“You kept it from me,” I said quietly, my voice heavy.

“Yeah, well, you’ve been keeping my cut from me,” she shot back, attempting to yank her hand free, but I held firm.

“You knew about that?” I asked, surprised.

“I sleep in this room almost every night, Kylian,” she replied sharply. “I saw it.”

“Oh, so you thought I was hiding it just to spite you? Is that it, Spark?” I teased, tossing her hand back onto the bed and leaning back. I pulled off my cut and set it beside us before peeling off my shirt. Blythe’s eyes roamed over my chest, swallowing hard, making my cock twitch in response.

“Aren’t you?” she asked, voice laced with suspicion.

I smiled, leaning down to press my body against hers. My hands slid slowly up her bare thighs, lifting her tight little dress higher. Fuck, she was so damn sexy.

“No, baby, that’s not it,” I said, biting back a laugh. “We were saving it. Waiting for something special. A moment worth it. We all agreed—it’s gonna be a date.”

“Wait… really?” she breathed, a little breathless.

“Yes, Spark,” I said playfully as I pulled her dress over her head. “No matter how angry or petty we get, I will always claim you. I wanted to give you the cut as soon as Ma finished it. Psycho and Dragon insisted on waiting for a big moment.”

“Oh…” she whispered, wrapping her arms around me. “Does this mean we’re done fighting?”

“Isn’t that up to you, baby?” I murmured, trailing kisses down her neck and across her collarbone, where Dragon’s name was tattooed over her heart. Seeing our names on her never failed to make my heart race.

“Well, that depends,” she said with a sly smile. “Are you done being an asshole?”

“How have I been an asshole?” I asked, pulling back just enough to look at her.

“You just are,” she replied, making me roll my eyes. “But you can’t blame me.”

“I know,” I said softly. “I get that Evander looks bad, but I did what I had to do, Blythe. I knew you’d be upset, and I’m sorry.”

“That’s why you did it alone, wasn’t it?” she pressed, curling her small body against mine.

“I didn’t want you any angrier with the others than you already were,” I answered simply.

“You’re the most selfless one among us,” she said, cupping my cheek gently. “That’s what makes you such a good leader.” I smiled, savoring every second of this moment. “I’m so proud of you, Kylian,” she whispered, her voice warm and full of affection. “You turned out better than I ever imagined. Such a great prez—understanding, dangerous, protective, and strong.”

“Trying to butter me up for something, Spark?” I teased skeptically, making her giggle.

“Not really, but…” she trailed off, laughing softly as I rolled my eyes. “I want you to work on forgiving Evander.”

“Blythe,” I said sharply, “you just worry about your own relationship with him.”

“I am,” she replied, “but I’m worried about all of you too. I want us all to be happy. Together. Evander has a long way to go, but you guys have to forgive him too.”

I sighed, resting my head against her chest. From this close, I had a perfect view of her bare skin. Fuck, she was so sexy. All I had to do was strip off that little dress, and she was completely mine.

My gaze landed on a dark tattoo on her hip—larger and more intricate than any I’d noticed before. I frowned, leaning back to get a better look. My eyes widened as I realized whose name was inked there.

“Tae said it had to be the biggest because you’re the prez,” Blythe said, rolling her eyes playfully before smiling at me. “I really like it. Do you?”

My eyes flicked between hers and the tattoo. I gently traced each letter with my fingertips, careful not to hurt her since it was still healing. There it was—my name, permanently etched on her body. Not massive, but big enough to draw attention when she wore those cropped tops she loved. And every name would be visible when she slipped into a tiny bikini. And she wanted to know if I liked it?

“Like it?” I asked, my voice rougher than I meant. “I fucking love it, Spark.”

Her smile lit up her face, those electric eyes shining.

“Now you all have to get my name tattooed on you,” she teased, clawing at me until I let her wrap her arms around me and pull me down to her.

“You want us to tattoo both your name and nickname?” I asked, my lips brushing the shell of her ear, causing her to moan softly.

“Yes,” she whispered. “On your necks—I want my name. Each of you. Same spot. I don’t care if CG has to cover other tattoos.”

“He’s been saving a spot on his neck for you, babe,” I assured her, trailing kisses down her neck. “Don’t worry.”

“You guys can pick where my nicknames go,” she continued, stammering slightly as I began teasing her nipples.

“Did you put their names on you too?” I asked. Blythe tensed for a moment—not uncomfortable, but as if she feared my reaction. That gave me my answer.

“Where?” I pressed gently, wanting to keep this moment between us.

“On my shoulder blades,” she admitted softly. “I think CG was trying to make a point. It felt like the whole devil and angel on your shoulders thing.”

I sighed, burying my head in the crook of her neck. Her hands slid slowly down my chest until they reached my jeans. I flicked my tongue out, tasting her smooth skin. A low groan escaped me when her hand wrapped around my shaft.

“You’re throbbing, baby,” she whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “So much pre-cum… all for me.” Her voice was low and teasing, dripping with sultry promise. It was so damn sexy that my hips jerked forward, making her chuckle softly.

I was supposed to be punishing her, teasing her. Not falling under her spell like this. But fuck, she was the hottest little minx.

“It’s been so long since I’ve felt you,” she breathed, pulling me out of my jeans. “Please, Kylian… fuck me.”

This time, when I thrust forward, I slipped into Blythe’s warm, wet center. It was home. Perfect.

“I love you so fucking much, Spark,” I moaned into her neck, moving my hips in rhythm.

“Oh, Kylian, yes…” she moaned back, pushing my head up to meet our lips. “I love you too.”

The chapter closes on a raw and intense moment that encapsulates the fierce passion and possessive love between Kylian and Blythe. Their fiery argument melts into tender vulnerability, revealing the depth of their connection and the unspoken promises etched not only on their skin but in their hearts. The tattoos symbolize their unbreakable bond, a permanent mark of devotion amidst the chaos of their world. Despite the tension and jealousy, they find solace and strength in each other, reaffirming their place as partners who fiercely claim and protect one another.

This intimate scene also highlights the complexity of their relationship, balancing possessiveness with care, and anger with affection. Kylian’s protective nature and Blythe’s bold spirit create a dynamic charged with both conflict and desire, ultimately leading to a moment of reconciliation and love. Their shared commitment to each other and the larger brotherhood underscores the themes of loyalty, forgiveness, and unity that pulse beneath the surface of their passionate exchanges. In this chapter, love is both a battlefield and a sanctuary, where pain and pleasure intertwine to forge a deeper connection.

The next chapter promises to dive even deeper into the intense and complicated emotions swirling between Kylian and Blythe. As they navigate their fiery connection, the tension between possessiveness and vulnerability will continue to build, revealing new layers of their relationship. With the tattoos symbolizing their bond, there’s a palpable sense that their commitment is about to be tested in unexpected ways, stirring both passion and uncertainty.

Meanwhile, the undercurrents of loyalty and trust within the group hint at unresolved conflicts simmering just beneath the surface. Kylian’s struggle to balance his protective instincts with the dynamics among his brothers, especially concerning Evander, sets the stage for emotional confrontations and difficult choices. As Blythe pushes for forgiveness and unity, the question remains: can their fragile harmony withstand the pressures bearing down on them?

Prepare for moments charged with raw emotion, where desire and frustration collide, and the characters’ true feelings come to light. The next chapter will challenge their bonds, forcing them to confront not only their own desires but also the consequences of their actions. Expect sparks to fly—both in and out of the bedroom—as the story hurtles toward a pivotal turning point.