Page 26 of Bound by Passion (Ravage MC)

His hand snaked down my arm and pulled the gun out of my grip. He flipped the safety and set it on top of the dresser. Fuck, that was hot.

Raid took this as a green light, taking the notch higher as his tongue claimed me.

Hands now free, I gripped his neck and held him to me, inhaling everything he had to give me.

It had been too long since I’d been with a man of my own choosing. So long.

And I wanted him. Badly.

But if he thought I was a tame little mouse that he could boss around, he’d have another thing coming. That shit was earned. Not given freely. Rarely given at all.

With everything inside of me, I gave him a push that he wasn’t expecting and ducked, getting out of his grasp then moving to the other side of the room.

This was probably stupid to give into my body. Carnal needs, this craving, it was eating me up. I needed to get in control of things. “Now, Raid, here’s how this is gonna work.”

He tsked and shook his head.

When he started to talk, I said, “Nope. Listen.” He wasn’t the kind of man to be bossed around. He wouldn’t be led around by his dick. Surely, this would get him to leave. I could handle getting myself off, and he would never look back at me again. Yes, this was my plan.

He smirked. My eyes traveled down to show me a damn impressive cock that was barely restrained in his boxers.

His eyes glittered with fire. Passion. Desire. Heat. And that intensity hit me hard.

“In the living room, there is a gray chair. Go sit in it.”

His head started to shake. “Not into games, Nyx.”

It was my turn to smirk. “Your cock tells me differently.” My eyes lifted to his. “You do want to see how wet you’ve made me, correct? You’ve had plenty of women your way. This goes my way or not at all.” My self-restraint was holding on by a thread.

His nostrils flared. Yeah, he wanted to see me.

“Go into the living room. Give me a minute, and I’ll be there.”

“You gonna shoot me in there instead?”

I smirked and shrugged. “Maybe. Don’t tempt me.”

Faster than I thought he could move, his arm was wrapped around my waist and his lips were on mine. I was losing my gumption to pull away and just let him take me.

But what was the fun in that?

Pulling away, I stared into his eyes and saw the lust he had brewing.

“Living room,” I ordered.

“Not a man who takes orders, Nyx.”

“Even if it’s somethin’ you want in the end?”

He studied me. “Only because it’s somethin’ I want.”

It took him a few beats to turn and leave the room. Only then was I able to breathe.

Was I really going to do this? I had fallen in too deep, playing a game with this man I wasn’t so sure I could win.

God save me.

I was already going to hell. Might as well enjoy something before I got there.

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