Possessive Riders 149

In “Possessive Riders 149,” the story opens with Kylian teasing the narrator, who is desperate for more than just playful banter. The narrator feels overwhelmed with longing and desire after a tense encounter with Kylian, leaving them in a state of neediness as they exit Karma’s office. Their emotional turmoil is palpable, emphasizing a deep craving for connection that is not fully understood or reciprocated.

The scene shifts to a gathering with friends—Nova, Maddie, Willow, Aria, Coco, and Riley—where they celebrate Aria’s recent commitment to Joker. The atmosphere is light, but underlying tensions surface as Maddie questions Aria’s decision to become a club girl. The conversation reveals differing perspectives on love and relationships within the world of motorcycle clubs. Aria shares her past, explaining how she became a club girl by accident, highlighting her vulnerability and the circumstances that led her to seek refuge with the club.

As Aria recounts her experiences, the group grapples with their emotions, particularly anger and protectiveness over her situation. The narrative delves into the complexities of club life, where relationships can blur the lines of affection and obligation. The friends express their concerns, especially about the pressures Aria faced and the assumptions made about her choices. This discussion brings to light the struggles of women in such environments, prompting a mix of empathy and frustration among the group.

The chapter culminates in a humorous yet tense moment involving Riley and Slider. Riley confronts Slider about his mixed signals and lack of attention, leading to a dramatic exchange where Slider takes her away for a serious conversation. This moment encapsulates the emotional rollercoaster of the chapter, blending humor with deeper themes of connection, desire, and the complexities of relationships within the biker community. The laughter shared among friends contrasts sharply with the underlying tensions, setting the stage for further developments in their intertwined lives.

**TITLE: Possessive Riders 149**

“You want to come again, don’t you?” Kylian’s voice was teasing, dripping with mischief.

“Please, Kylian,” I pleaded, my voice barely above a whisper, laced with desperation.

“Teasing Evander like you have has you all worked up, hasn’t it?” he shot back, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Please…” I repeated, my need palpable in the air between us.

“Nah,” he replied, his tone firm. “You can stay dripping until you have a proper talk with CG.”

And just like that, I exited Karma’s office, feeling needy and thoroughly soaked, craving more than I could express. My body throbbed with desire, and my mind felt hazy, lost in a fog of longing.

“You alright, Bly?” Nova’s voice broke through my thoughts, pulling me back to the present.

“Uh, yeah, just a bit out of it today,” I managed to reply, forcing a smile that felt more like a mask than genuine happiness.

At our table sat Nova, Maddie, Willow, Aria (who everyone affectionately called Glitter), Coco, and Riley, all engaged in lively chatter while doting over baby Banks. The atmosphere was light, especially after we had just celebrated Aria’s recent cut. She hadn’t wanted a grand event; all she desired was the warmth of her closest friends around her.

After Joker had made the announcement that Aria was officially his and no longer a club girl, the reactions had been mixed. Half the brothers had chalked it up to drunken bravado, while the other half speculated wildly about her possibly being pregnant. Rumors had swirled like wildfire, and by the next day, there were eighteen different theories about why Joker had claimed Aria, none of which revolved around love. But Joker had set the record straight during the last church meeting. He had ordered a property cut for her, a bold statement to show everyone that he was serious about her. I had a quiet moment with him afterward, urging him to be patient; I was confident they would see his love for her in time. Yet, the man had taken it a step further, getting CG to tattoo Aria’s name in bold letters on his neck. Bikers really knew nothing about patience, I swear.

“So, Aria,” Maddie said, pouring herself another drink, her curiosity evident. “What made you want to be a club girl in the first place?”

“Maddie,” Nova interjected, her tone disapproving as Willow rolled her eyes in exasperation.

“What?” Maddie defended herself, her brows knitting together. “I’m just asking! I mean, not many club girls are capable of love. No offense to you, Coco, but we always knew you, Aria, and Roxy were exceptions. But that’s kind of my point. Club girls either realize they’re just here to have fun and are respectful enough not to mess with taken men, or they try to trap a brother for his patch. Not because of love, but because they want security and money.”

“Maddie,” Nova said, her frown deepening. “It could have just happened, you know. They could have just fallen for each other.”

“Okay, well, I want to know, that’s why I’m asking,” Maddie replied, turning her attention back to Aria, who was seated beside me.

“You don’t have to answer her if you don’t want to,” I whispered, leaning closer to Aria, my concern for her evident.

Aria and a few of the other girls chuckled lightly, and she waved us off, her expression showing that she was unbothered. Yet, the smile on her face was unmistakable, a radiant glow that had been there ever since Joker had claimed her.

“It’s totally okay, you guys,” Aria said, her voice cheerful. “Honestly… I became a club girl by accident.”

“Accident?” Maddie echoed, her interest piqued. “How did that happen?”

I caught Coco glancing at Aria with a hint of worry in her eyes.

“Well, when I first came to town, I was homeless,” Aria began, her gaze dropping to her glass, a distant look clouding her eyes. “I was running from some stuff back home. I never got a job or a place because I was terrified someone would find me. I had heard about the Inferno’s Demon Riders MC a few towns over and how they help people. I came here, foolishly thinking maybe they would take me in.”

“And they made you a club girl?” I asked, anger bubbling up inside me.

“N-no!” she exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise. “It wasn’t like that at all,” she rushed to explain. “Blaze was still president when I arrived. He was in the midst of handing things over to Karma and had just found out he had cancer, so he was pretty distracted. They thought I was here for a job. I had never been to a motorcycle club before. I knew nothing about it. I was so nervous… I just answered all his questions. He definitely thought I knew what I was getting into. I was terrified they would kick me out if I wasn’t useful. But it meant I had a roof over my head, food in my belly, a little money to my name, and I could hide here. I guessed my job based on what Blaze was asking. I thought I was just supposed to cook, clean, and… I don’t know, get them coffee or something like that.”

“Okay, so what happened next?” Willow asked, her curiosity evident as we all leaned in closer.

“Snapper and a few of the other girls told me that part of my job was to make the guys happy. The insinuation was crystal clear,” she revealed, shocking us all.

“She what?” I blurted out, my voice rising in disbelief as my eyes narrowed.

Aria shrugged, her expression a mix of regret and acceptance.

“I was scared, impressionable, and completely clueless,” she admitted. “I think what they did was wrong, but it’s not like the guys raped me or anything. They all thought I was willing. And I was, or at least I tried to be. At first, it was awkward, but the brothers were usually so drunk that I don’t think they even noticed. Honestly, it didn’t take me long to get comfortable with it. Then it just became… fun. I liked being with the brothers more than the other girls most of the time. They were nice and flattering, even if I was just eye candy to them. It wasn’t so bad.”

“When did you realize you didn’t have to sleep with any of them to stay here?” I asked, still feeling the flames of anger surging within me.

“Pretty recently…” she trailed off, a wince crossing her face.

“She confided in me,” Coco chimed in, her tone serious. “She told me what the other girls said. She was scared she was going to get kicked out because she had been turning all the brothers down for Joker. So, I told Joker about it.”

“And he let Snapper and her pack of sluts stay because…?” I pressed, waiting for a reasonable explanation.

“Well, not that he wouldn’t have gone after Snapper even though she’s gone… My guess is that he’s been pretty distracted,” Coco replied, a smirk forming as she glanced at Aria.

“Now’s not the time for the club to be dealing with punishing or firing sluts,” Willow said, her voice steady. “There’s too much going on.”

She was right, but my anger still simmered beneath the surface.

“Well, now you have your happily ever after,” Nova gushed, her eyes sparkling.

“Joker has always been amazing,” Aria replied, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. “I think we always had a connection, but I never thought he actually liked me back.”

“That’s such a cute story,” Riley finally interjected, her tone lightening now that she had a bit of liquid courage in her. “But what a fucking cunt! Who does that to someone?”

Laughter erupted among us. I had a feeling Riley would fit in perfectly with our group. CG had told me about her; he said she was one of his best clients—easy-going, generous with tips, and never complained. Apparently, she had a thing for Slider since the moment she laid eyes on him. CG had filled me in on what transpired at his tattoo shop, but the whole club was taken aback when Slider brought her here, claiming they were dating and that she needed to be kept safe.

And I adored her. Riley was hilarious. A little shy at first, but once she warmed up, she was just plain funny.

“Speaking of cute…” Aria trailed off, wiggling her eyebrows at Riley. “You and Slider are looking pretty… cozy.”

Riley rolled her eyes dramatically, eliciting a snort from me.

“Oh?” Nova raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

“I mean, we’re not even dating. I don’t understand why he even brought me here,” Riley ranted, her frustration evident.

“Wait… you’re not dating?” I asked, confusion washing over me.

“Nope, the fucker lied to everyone,” she replied, tossing back her drink. “He didn’t even tell me what he was doing or what the hell lockdown meant. He literally just showed up at my apartment, packed me a bag, and tossed me over his shoulder when I refused to go with him without an explanation. He still won’t even tell me the real reason I’m here, ’cause it can’t be that I mean something to him, that’s for sure.”

“I’m pretty sure you do,” Maddie mumbled, but Riley was too riled up to hear her.

“I mean, who even does this?” Riley scoffed, launching into a full-blown rant. “At first, when he said I was his girlfriend, I was like, oh my god, wow, I can’t believe this is real. I’ve wanted this guy for so long,” she said, mocking herself, which made us all crack up. “But he doesn’t share the bed with me, he doesn’t kiss me, he doesn’t share meals with me. The man barely even talks to me! He’s gone all freaking day too! Like, to where? Are we not on lockdown? Where the hell is he hiding? And why even bring me here just to ignore me? What’s the point?”

“That is pretty weird,” Willow muttered, her brow furrowing. “Why would he run away from his feelings for you?”

“He’s probably off screwing the willing sluts behind my back,” Riley said, her anger palpable. I wasn’t even sure she heard Willow’s question. “Not that he owes me anything. The fucking prick gave me one mind-blowing orgasm four months ago and has been completely hot and cold since then. He hasn’t even kissed me! We didn’t even have sex back then! He only used his fingers! But the things he whispered in my ear…” She bit her lip, trailing off, and we all giggled at her flustered expression. “I tried to talk to him, and he was an asshole. I tried to ask him out once, and he shot me down in the most fuck-boy way possible. I even tried to ignore him, and that psychopath showed up everywhere I was. Stalker much? I just don’t get it. He doesn’t want me, but he wants me to be completely alone? Like, what?”

“What the heck is Slider’s problem?” Aria whispered, her eyes wide with curiosity.

“Who knows?” I muttered in reply, feeling a sense of frustration for Riley.

“He had been really sweet a few days before he brought me here,” Riley admitted, a small smile creeping onto her face. “I wasn’t sure where I stood with him, to be honest. I wasn’t sure if I was just a booty call, a fling, or something more. I mean, we still weren’t having sex. He kissed me once though. We were spending time together, and I thought that maybe we were dating? But before I could gather the courage to ask him, he brought me here and announced I was his girlfriend. I thought that… But he’s ignored me ever since.” Her eyes narrowed again. “Fucking prick.”

Chapter 149: Catching Up

Uh-oh…

All of us exchanged glances as Slider approached. We were unsure what he had overheard, if anything at all. Riley, however, seemed unfazed, continuing to sip her drink as Slider walked up behind her. He greeted us all with a smile.

“Ladies?” he asked, his tone light. “Who’s the prick? Who do I need to punch?”

“The mirror,” Riley shot back without missing a beat. “You’re the prick.”

A few of us snorted at her quick comeback, watching as Slider’s jaw tightened, but he maintained his composure.

“And to think I came here to see if you were hungry,” he teased, attempting to lighten the mood.

Or so we thought.

“Oh, well, if your dick isn’t on the menu, then I’m good,” Riley slurred, and I nearly choked on my drink.

Slider’s expression shifted, the tension in his body palpable as he rubbed the back of his neck, clearly trying to keep his cool.

“My dick ain’t on the menu, Sugar, but you haven’t had dinner,” he said, his voice calm yet firm.

Riley scoffed, turning her head to glare at him. “Why don’t you go worry about whatever club slut you’re screwing and leave me the hell alone? You didn’t care about me yesterday or the day before that, or the day before that! Don’t pretend to care now! Fucking prick.”

With that, Riley spun back around in her chair, and we all held our breath, watching Slider freeze for just a moment. Then, without warning, he grabbed her arm and yanked her to her feet. She protested, but he ignored her, effortlessly tossing her over his shoulder and striding away.

“What the hell!” Riley yelled, kicking in his hold. “Where are you taking me?!”

“Looks like we need to talk, Sugar,” he said, his tone serious. “And your ass deserves a spanking.”

We all watched as he walked out, heading down the hall. As soon as they were out of sight, we shared a look before erupting into laughter. I noticed CG leaning against the doorframe, his gaze fixed on me as my laughter subsided. He held my stare for a moment, and the heat that Karma had left me with surged back. CG looked tense.

I could work with tense.

As the chapter draws to a close, the complex dynamics of love, longing, and the struggles within the club life become more pronounced. Bly’s emotional turmoil is palpable, reflecting a deep-seated need for connection amidst the chaotic environment of the Inferno’s Demon Riders MC. While the laughter shared among friends offers a temporary reprieve from the weight of their realities, it also highlights the stark contrast between the warmth of camaraderie and the loneliness that often accompanies their lives. Bly’s yearning for something more than just fleeting moments of passion is underscored by the stories of Aria and Riley, each navigating their own paths through the murky waters of club relationships, revealing the vulnerability that lies beneath their tough exteriors.

The chapter culminates in a moment of tension as Slider’s abrupt action toward Riley signifies not just a confrontation of feelings but also the unspoken complexities of their relationship. Bly’s gaze meeting CG’s hints at an unresolved tension that mirrors her internal conflict, suggesting that the emotional arcs of all characters are intertwined. The laughter may have faded, but the longing remains, setting the stage for deeper revelations and confrontations to come. In a world where love is often complicated by possessiveness and loyalty, Bly stands at a crossroads, grappling with her desires and the reality of her surroundings, leaving readers eager to see how these entanglements will unfold.

In the next chapter of *Possessive Riders*, tensions are set to rise as Riley and Slider’s explosive confrontation takes center stage. With Riley’s fiery spirit clashing against Slider’s possessive demeanor, readers can expect a whirlwind of emotions as the two navigate their complicated feelings for one another. Will Riley stand her ground, or will Slider’s commanding presence break down her defenses? The stakes are high, and the chemistry between them is undeniable, leaving us on the edge of our seats, eager to see how their dynamic evolves.

Meanwhile, Bly’s internal struggle continues to simmer beneath the surface. The unresolved tension with CG looms large, and as the club’s secrets and dramas unfold, Bly’s yearning for clarity and connection will only intensify. Can she confront her desires while managing the chaos around her? With the backdrop of the club’s shifting alliances and simmering rivalries, the next chapter promises to delve deeper into the complexities of love, loyalty, and the unbreakable bonds of sisterhood. Expect surprises, revelations, and perhaps a few unexpected alliances as the characters navigate their turbulent lives within the Inferno’s Demon Riders MC. Buckle up; the ride is about to get even wilder!

Sara Lili

Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.