Page 20 of Bound by Passion (Ravage MC)

My lips opened, and he greedily invaded me. He tasted of whiskey and something that was so manly it sent my libido into overdrive.

Raid pressed in as close to me as he could, the hard length of him settling at my core, which surprised me because the man was tall. But who the fuck cared. His hips mimicked as if he were fucking me, rocking back and forth ever so slightly but absolutely hitting the right spot, and my pussy drenched.

This was all about passion and lust. About needing something I’d missed for so damn long. I bit down hard on his lip and pulled back. Giving him a sexy smile, I responded. “What, only men can be aggressive?”

His devilish smile came out, and his lips were once again on me. Tasting. Devouring. Taking over. Branding himself on me.

His other hand snaked down my body, each movement only heightening my arousal for this man.

Jesus take the wheel.

Like a cat in heat, I rubbed myself against him, needing just the smallest of touches to send me over the edge. With every dirty thought being about him since last night, my body was playing out its own scenario.

The door crashed open and two women stumbled drunkenly into the bathroom. I tore my lips away from Raid.

“What the fuck?” he growled, throwing an intimidating glare their way.

One of them raised her little hand and wiggled her fingers, eyes bright. “Hey, Raid. Bathroom fucks must be your kink.” She winked as they both tripped over their own two feet into the stalls.

A bucket of ice water went over my body, freezing me to the spot.

He’d fucked her.

In this bathroom.

All this was, was a quick fuck, and I could be any woman in here.

Something he knew all too well.

Shit. What was I doing?

I was not a bar bunny. No man had ever made me lose control like this.

Giving him a solid push, I was able to move him enough to get out of his grasp.

I stood there momentarily, putting my clothes back the way they were supposed to be, considering I didn’t even feel him starting to untie my corset. But I’d had serious practice at it and was able to tie it behind my back.

“What the fuck, Nyx?” Raid growled as my hand went to the door to push through it.

Turning to him, his lips still moist from mine on him only moments ago.

“Gotta get to work.” I held out my hand. “I’m sure one of them can help you out, Raid.” Just the mere thought of one of those two “helping” him made me see red, but I continued. “I’m not another bar bunny, and I refuse to be another notch on your already long bedpost. My lips are sealed, Raid. You don’t have to come in and see me anymore. And that won’t happen again.”

And with that, I spun on my heel and into the crowd, something inside my chest squeezing to the point of pain.

This was for the best. Hell, I’d already made a huge mistake getting on his radar, and now that I’d had a taste of him, all I wanted was more. The only thing I could do was to stay as far away from him as possible.

Lord, I didn’t know how hard that would actually be.

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RAID

She just fucking walkedout on me. My cock was throbbing, aching for her and only fucking her. And she just left. Disappeared like she’d never been here and it was all a damn dream.

The bar bunny comment got me. Because she was right. I’d had enough of those in this place over the years. In here, the hall, out back; fuck, everywhere but on the bar.

Nyx wasn’t wrong in that assumption.

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