Page 27 of Bound by Passion (Ravage MC)

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RAID

The living room.There had never been a time when a woman banished me from a bedroom into another room with a raging cock.

Never.

In all my years on this earth, I’d never given in to someone else’s demands.

But fuck, that look of pure raw sexual hunger swirling in those bluish purple eyes had me in knots.

I did not do knots either.

But here I was walking through the small home and making my way to the gray chair, crashing down into it. I palmed my cock as it throbbed for the woman in her bedroom. If this was what she wanted, fine, I’d take it this once.

I’d been hard since I saw her tonight at the bar. Behind there making drinks like she didn’t even have to think about them. Her hands just moved, and it was impressive that she was able to work so fast. One after the other. Never flinching.

Then when I trapped her in the bathroom and saw how hot she got for me, I wanted her so badly, but she fell through my fingers like sand.

That fucking bitch, whoever she was, had to make some stupid ass comment, and that was it for Nyx. She even flat out told me she wasn’t a hit it and quit it girl. But fuck, I wanted her so badly that just the thought of her had my hands sweating.

The anticipation of seeing her had my cock twitching.

It wasn’t the plan to break in and fuck her, but fuck the plan.

I’d never been a rule follower.

Time kept ticking to the point where I started to push myself up from the chair.

“Uh. Uh. Uh. Raid,” she said, making her way to me. My body crashed back into the chair, and I swore I was going to lose my ever-loving mind. “You’re not gonna ruin this, are you?”

She stole my breath away. I’d completely lost every oxygen molecule, and my gaze never left her curvaceous body. Fuck, she was beautiful. Especially like this.

Deep red. Not Ravage red. But a deep almost maroon colored tank with matching lace panties.

Fuck, please let it be a thong. I’d been dying to see that round ass bare to me.

“No, ma’am,” I growled low and heard her chuckle.

“Ma’am? Do I look like a ma’am?”

She stood before me, and my head had to move up to meet her eyes. Hair of light blonde fell down around her remarkable face, hanging so low strands were trying to cover her erect nipples.

Hands gripping the chair, I once again started to get up. I needed to touch her, taste her, be inside of her.

Surprising the hell out of me, her foot came up and planted right in the middle of my chest, pressing me back into the chair. Fuck, that was hot and by the patch of wetness in her small panties, I knew she was getting off on this too.

“You’re gonna ruin my fun, Raid. Know you’re a big, tough guy who probably doesn’t allow anyone to give him directions, but indulge me. Please?” The wickedness of her words had me relaxing in the chair. I wanted her to do whatever she wanted with my body.

"Thank you.” Gone was the shy woman she led everyone to believe she was. No, this was the vixen under the mask who’d met me head-on in the alley, and no way in fuck did I forget how she held the gun steady in her hand right at me.

Small town girl from Kansas my ass. Now I really didn’t believe it.

She came in with something in her hand, and my curiosity piqued. “What’s in the bag, Nyx?”

The smirk was nothing but devilish as she slowly pulled the strings and opened the bag. “What I told you I had.” She walked over to the couch, tipped the bag over, and dumped out all the contents.

Several objects fell from the fabric. One long bright pink dildo that was curved and had a second nub, no doubt used to massage the clit when the object was deep inside her. The other was a neon blue bullet vibrator. There were no cords for either, but there was a bottle of lube.

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