Page 19 of Bound by Passion (Ravage MC)

They giggled and pawed all over Raid who smiled back at them.

Why wasn’t he telling them to go away? Sure, he smiled, but he didn’t look at all interested. Instead, his eyes kept coming to me to see if I was watching. Since I was side eyeing him, he wouldn’t know I actually was. Hopefully.

Fuck that.

Player. That was what he was.

It shouldn’t make me angry, but deep in the recesses of the box I’d tried to lock myself up in the fire started to burn. I shouldn’t give two shits about the bunnies or him for that matter. Shouldn’t care he allowed them to touch him.

But I did, and it pissed me off, partially because I didn’t understand it.

So angry I might have slammed the register drawer a bit harder than I’d intended.

“Nyx!” Lex called out, coming to stand beside of me. “Girl, are you okay? You look like you’re gonna punch someone out.”

He was reading me, and I was letting too much show. This man was making me forget the well-crafted façade I’d made for myself. He was chipping away at the walls I had around myself, and that couldn’t happen. He didn’t even know what he was doing either. Dammit. Another damn crack in the armor.

Looking up at Lex, I softened my face. “I’m good. Busy night.”

“Why don’t you take a break for a minute and get some air because, woman, you are flushed.”

Fuck. That was the problem with my skin. When I was angry, right above my breasts got hot and red. I didn’t know why. It was what it was.

I needed to pull my head out of my ass and get my shit together, shove it down in the box, and lock that shit up tight.

“I’m just gonna run to the bathroom. Be right back.”

Making my way through the crowd, it took me a bit to get to the other side where the bathrooms were. Once I was in and the door to the stall was shut, I breathed. Deep. In and out. Proud of myself that I didn’t look back to see Raid and the women.

Every damn time I thought of the man touching the two women, the anger built.

Why? Why was I doing this to myself? He didn’t matter. He was not even in my world. But that wasn’t entirely true anymore, was it? One night and he’d seemed to worm his way inside. Fucker.

I needed to strengthen my walls when it came to Raid. Fortify them from him; the feelings he gave me and the anger that bubbled with others were too close. It wasn’t rational. But it didn’t mean it wasn’t true.

I needed to bury all of it. It wouldn’t happen in one night, but I’d lock it down enough to get me through the night without slicing a bitch. It wasn’t their faultIdidn’t play well with others.

Looking under the stalls, the bathroom was empty which was surprising. Since I was here, I did my business and then just sat on the toilet with my head in my hands, taking a breather.

From tonight. From life. From the shit storm around me.

It could only last a minute, though, because I needed to pull my shit together and get through this night.

The door to the bathroom opened, allowing the booming music to filter in and then quieting when it closed.

Yeah, that was about thirty seconds.

Sighing, I pulled up my pants, flushed the toilet, and exited the stall.

My feet stopped abruptly as a very large man stood in the doorway with his shoulder leaned against the jam and arms across his chest like he owned the place.

“And you’re in here because…” I stated, moving to the sink, getting soap, and then scrubbing my hands clean in the cold water.

One moment I was turning off the water, then next my ass was on the counter and Raid’s huge body was between my legs.

His lips crashed down on mine, and my mind completely shut off. Seriously didn’t know a mind had an off switch, but mine sure as shit did.

My fingers threaded through his hair as his hand on the back of my neck aggressively held me to him. Fuck, that turned me on. Him taking away my ability to move. Fuck me, I was a twisted woman.

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