Page 24 of Bound by Passion (Ravage MC)

Making my way to the bedroom, I flicked on the light.

My gut twisted, but I didn’t even flinch when I saw the big man lying in my bed with only his boxers on and his arm thrown over his eyes like he was asleep.

In. My. Bed.

“What the fuck, Raid!” I yelled, keeping the gun on him. “Get the fuck out of my house!”

“Why must you be so loud?” he groaned, as if I were bothering his sleep. What. The. Fuck. Opening his eyes, he smirked at my gun before dropping his arm over his eyes casually.

“Raid, seriously. This is not cool. What are you doing here? How did you get in?” All these questions kept coming out of my brain rapidly, and I didn’t wait for any explanation even if he tried to give me one. I also didn’t lower my gun.

I’d thought my security system was great. Screech set it up.

Then it hit me. I didn’t hear the alarm when I came in through the garage. I never put in the code. He broke my alarm! I glared.

The arm over his eyes came down, and I couldn’t help but admire the way his muscles flexed and bunched with each movement, making those tattoos call out to me. Why did he have to be so hot?

His gaze met mine. Another challenge. “You gonna shoot me, Nyx? You even know how to use that?”

My eyes narrowed. “You bet your ass I do. Now leave.”

He rolled to his side and propped his head up on his hand. “We’re not done. I get you had work to do, but…” He literally continued on like this was an everyday conversation and not like he had broken into my place and made himself at home! “I think we should have a chat.”

“If you think you can break into my home and fuck me, you have another thing coming. I’m sure you took care of yourself in the bathroom or had a little bit of help back at the bar. Now go.” My tone was clipped, but this wasn’t coming just from the fact he’d broken into my place. No this was because he never came out of the bathroom either.

Thank fuck, he couldn’t read my mind. Since he wasn’t interjecting, I rambled on, “I’m sure this is hard for you; women typically fall at your feet. I appreciate the moment, Raid. Now scurry along back to your life and leave me to mine!”

All I could think about as I was slinging drinks was who was fucking him in the bathroom. He didn’t need to know that, though.

It almost made me fuck up a drink which never happened. He had me all twisted up, and I needed my head on straight. Twisted got you killed, and before that happened a debt needed to be paid.

And how dare he have another woman suck him off or fuck him and then show up in my house on my bed. There was a damn reason he showered. To get the smell of bar bunny off of him.

“So you’ve been thinkin’ of me,” he said on a smirk which irritated me.

“Get up and get out,” I ordered again.

“No. Put the gun down, and come here,” he said casually as if he were in my bed on a regular basis and this was an everyday occurrence for me to be holding a gun on him. Was this the life he lived?

“You’ve seriously lost your mind, Raid. Breaking into my home? How dare you! I should have pulled the damn trigger before I bothered with the lights.”

He swung his legs off the bed, and I must say they were long and toned, moving like a wild beast. Fuck, this man was gorgeous. As he towered over me, he left nothing to the imagination, giving me a full view of all that was him. Buff body covered in tattoos. Abs and a treasure trail of hair that went below his boxers. Yeah. He was trouble. More trouble than I initially thought, and I thought a whole hell of a lot.

He stepped so close that the barrel of my gun touched his chest, and I could feel him not pressing back, but there was enough pressure to tell me he was there. I didn’t waver. Damn, it was hard. My heart was racing so fast I thought it would jump out of my chest and run out the damn door.

Keeping my gun hand from trembling took the most strength I’d ever had to expel.

I shouldn’t be turned on, right? Then why the hell were my panties getting wet?

“You gonna shoot me, Nyx? Go for it. Open shot. Won’t even stop ya,” he taunted, leaning a bit more into me. “Babe, I think you’d miss me if you shot me. The way your eyes are dancin’, I think you wanna see how much I can make you go off with a bang more than you want to fire that gun. But, this could be fun. I’m game to try anything once.”

Instant images of him running his gun over my flesh and fucking me flooded my brain and hit me like a tidal wave. My core clenched harder than it ever had before.

I had to take a step back, needing some space between us. Breathe. That was what I needed. I kept the gun in my hand but put it down, feeling it scrape against his flesh, so it was aimed at the floor. Shit, that sound was going to be in my dreams tonight. I just knew it.

“No. I’m not gonna shoot you. You think blood will come out of this carpet? No. You’re too big of a mess. Just leave.”Stay strong, Nyx!

“How about you put the gun down on the night table so you can keep it in reach? You don’t like what I do to that gorgeous body, then you can shoot me. Sound good?” He took a step forward, but I took three back, pressing so hard against the wall I wished I had a superpower of disappearing through it.

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