Page 18 of Bound by Passion (Ravage MC)

Shaking my head, I got back to work. It felt like his eyes were following my every move. In my peripheral vision, I couldn’t help but to keep an eye on him.

He crooked his finger at me, and I rolled my eyes unintentionally, took a deep breath, and turned to the man with my brow raised.

Did that shit work on women? Of course, it did. I’d seen it with my own eyes many times. He just had to breathe to get a woman's attention.

Instead of going to him, I lifted my chin, my hands still creating drinks. He said nothing, so I shrugged and turned back to my task.

Cass bumped my shoulder lightly, and I looked up at him. “Raid wants you. You’d better go.”

“You can handle him.”

He shook his head. “Tried. Said he wanted you.” Cass’ shoulder lifted. “He’s Ravage. He gets what he wants in here.”

While I hated that he was right, I also understood. There wasn’t much we could do, but he beckoned me like he had strings tied to me and all he had to do was pull, and that was not cool.

“Fine,” I responded, filling the last draft for Taylor as she yelled out her thanks.

Turning to the man in question, I made my way over. “Crookin’ your finger may get you a lot of pussy, Raid, but that shit doesn’t work on me.”

The smile he gave me was electric, and I swore my panties dampened. Fucking hell. I could imagine him doing that in bed while I was on my hands and knees crawling slowly to him…

“Nyx. You alright?” Raid asked, snapping me back to the moment.

“Yeah, another whiskey?”

He held up his empty glass and on a nod, I went back to the bottle and filled him up once again. Turning to write it on his tab, he called my name.

“Nyx.”

Only turning my head and seeing that smile, I almost smiled back but refrained.

“Come here.”

Lord save me. I wanted to defy him. Challenge him. But this was not the time, the place, and frankly, he wasn’t the man I should tempt. Damn, it was hard. I made my way to him. “You beckoned?”

Raid chuckled. “Yeah. I beckoned.” He crooked his finger. “Come closer.”

“Why? I can hear you just fine.”

“Nyx,” he said in a warning tone.

Tossing down the bar rag, I leaned in closer and gave him a bird’s eye view of my cleavage. It wasn’t like the man hadn’t seen tits before.

He leaned into me, his lips so close to my ear I couldn’t help the unintentional shiver. “You can stop avoidin’ me, Nyx. I’m not goin’ anywhere. Besides, those tits and that ass are a hell of a combination. The view is just as good comin’ as goin’.”

I pulled back, my heart thumping so hard in my chest and my core clenching, needing something to fill it up.

Leaning my hip on the bar, I answered. “Not avoidin’ ya. Just have shit to do.” My arm went out to the crowd. “And as far as my tits and ass go, lookin’ is all you’ll get from me.”

His smile turned into a sly grin, and I knew I’d fucked up again. The man saw me as a challenge. A challenge to a man like Raid meant I was in more trouble than I thought. I knew better. Knew it. But hell if my mouth didn’t get away from me. Why could I not keep my mouth shut around this man. He was bringing out a part of me I’d hidden, and I didn’t know how to stop it when it came to him.

“Keep tellin’ yourself that,” he responded, lifting his glass and taking a healthy swallow.

Shaking my head, I went back to work, so not having any more sway to my hips. Nope, not me. Not one bit.

It didn’t take long before Raid had visitors. Two to be exact. A blonde and a brunette. They were bar bunnies, those who came in regularly just to find a fuck. And like a moth to a flame, there was one on either side of Raid.

The blonde touched his arm and gave him a seductive smile. The brunette had her tits pressed so hard against his arm, she could probably pop them.

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