Page 31 of Bound by Passion (Ravage MC)

“Let’s go to bed.”

Nyx was a limp noodle in my arms, and I swore she fell asleep. When I laid her down on the bed, her eyes were closed and she was out like a light.

Fuck, she was beautiful.

Climbing in behind her, I wrapped her in my arms and just listened to her breathe. The comforting sound lulled me to sleep.

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NYX

The hazeof sleep still gripped me. Thoughts of last night assaulted me like needles poking my flesh all over. Some pain but mostly pleasure. Each touch tingled through me. From the tips of my toes to the top of my head where his fingers feathered through my hair and pulled tightly, completely dominating me.

Each thrust of his cock with all that damn metal had my core clenching. I could still feel him moving inside of me, back and forth, forcefully giving me everything he had to the point the couch banged against the wall.

My face, neck, and chest burned from the rough treatment his beard caused from his wild tongue and lips moving up and down me.

The dirty, rough words spun around me like a web with him being the spider pulling me closer and closer into his madness. And there was nowhere else I’d rather be.

Rubbing my legs together didn’t relieve the ache building from the memories.

When my eyes flittered open, I knew it.

Knew what had happened.

Felt it with every fiber inside of me.

I was alone.

Completely alone in my bed. Something I hadn’t been all night. But I was now.

He’d left.

Like a thief in the night, he swooped in, fucked me good and proper, then vanished.

Rolling over, the bed was empty.

What the fuck was I thinking? There was seriously something wrong with me.

I’d given in. All damn night.

Raid had woken me up several times with his cock inside me, moving in and out. From behind. From the side. Every time something different. In one damn night.

We hadn’t had much sleep. But he must’ve taken off right after I’d fallen asleep.

I couldn’t be pissed at him. I couldn’t even say it was his fault.

Because I knew better. Knew his type.

And every fucking time, I fell for it. Hook, line, and sinker.

I chose to play his game, and I lost myself in it. For this small break in time, I let the walls tumble down, and I gave him my body. Like a fucking idiot I thought I was strong enough to resist Raid Monroe. Like a fool I played into his hand. He had the control even when he allowed me to manage the pace. Dammit, I fucked up.

Laying on my back, my entire body ached. He’d promised me I’d feel him the next day, and that was not a lie. I felt him everywhere. Fucker.

That thought pissed me off more. I’d let him stay.

I’d let him.

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