Page 32 of Bound by Passion (Ravage MC)

Stupid. That was what I deserved to have tattooed across my forehead. Actually, I was worse than stupid, so whatever that was, it was me.

I’d allowed him to stay. I’d allowed him to watch me please myself. I’d allowed him to fuck me. I’d allowed him to climb into bed behind me and sleep in my fucking bed.

Yep. This shit was all on me.

Swinging my legs over the bed, I headed to the shower but stopped moving to the door. It was locked as if he had a fucking key to the place. Moving to the alarm system, it was activated as well. Fucking hell.

He knew too much.

He was too comfortable.

His comfort was my demise.

I needed to change my system. At least the damn passcode.

Quickly, I showered. Considering it was already afternoon, I needed to get a move on.

After cleaning Raid off of me in every way possible, I got ready for work. I had a double shift that day. The afternoon crowd and evening. It was going to be a long day, one where I needed to lose myself in a job to keep from beating myself up more for this colossal mistake.

Grabbing my bag, I pulled out my phone and noted the alerts.

“Shit!” I yelled to myself and fell down to the gray chair where Raid was last night. I could still smell him in the fabric, in the air, in my space. While I wanted to be mad about it, I wasn’t. No, I just got more pissed off because I found comfort in it.

Scrolling through, I opened the app that Screech had put on there to see what all the alerts were about. He’d changed the alerts to be vague just in case someone else saw my phone when the notification pinged.

Screech was smart as hell. It reminded me I needed to text him and check in. Sending him a quick note, I focused on catching up on the pings I had missed.

Clicking on one of the notifications, a video popped up and my stomach dropped, and bile rose in my throat. Too many thoughts flooded my mind.

My hand trembled without my own volition as the dishwater blond man held a woman with dark hair around the throat right outside the door to his apartment.

He got into her face, coming only inches from it.

Looking at the screen, there was a bell with a line through it. Reluctantly, I hit the button allowing the sound to come through. The sound made my veins turn to ice.

“Guess I need to shove my cock down your throat to shut you the fuck up.”

The woman gasped out a, “Please stop.”

He smirked. “Fuck no.”

He reached around her and opened the door, slamming it behind him once they entered.

Pressing the next notification button, my heart thumped rapidly as he pushed her down to her knees, gripped her hair and pulling it back painfully. She cried out, tears streaking down her face.

He unbuttoned his slacks and pulled out his hard erection.

“You fucking use any teeth, and I’ll pull them out one at a fucking time until you have no teeth left. Do you understand?”

She said nothing and tried to pull away, but he had his grip on her so tight she couldn’t go anywhere.

When she didn’t answer, he closed his fist and punched the woman so hard, her head snapped to the side. She screamed out and blinked her eyes rapidly as the tears kept falling, blood now added into the mix.

“I fucking asked you a question!” he yelled, bending down into her face once again.

She continued crying.

“You fucking bitch,” he growled low, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand.

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