Page 33 of Bound by Passion (Ravage MC)

“Open.” He ordered and smacked his cock on the woman’s face, who cried and opened her mouth.

I watched as he fucked her mouth, pulling her hair and making her move to his will.

The more she struggled, the more he got off.

Screech’s friend was too good at his job, because it showed a perfect view of the asshole taking advantage of the woman.

While I’d thought I wanted to have access to him, seeing this made me want to reconsider my choice. I knew these people, these men, monsters really. This wasn’t something that came as a surprise to me, but knowing this woman was enduring a torture that would scar her soul, I felt like a traitor to women everywhere that I watched and couldn’t help her. I couldn’t save her. I couldn’t save myself, truth be told.

His eyes lifted, and he stared at the ceiling.

I hated this man just as much as Miles.

His son Flynn looked exactly like his father, only younger. He was creepy as fuck. Always had been. Always would be.

My mind started to take me back to the past, and my entire body heated, not in a good way, but one where I felt horribly sick. Every inch of my body cringed. Every centimeter of my skin crawled in fear. I knew what they were capable of. I knew far too much.

“Cami,” Flynn growled, pulling me away from the thoughts that wanted to enter, and I dropped the phone. It crashed down to the carpet.

There was no way that woman’s name was Cami.

No.I was Cami. He was thinking of me while he took what he wanted from this woman.

Me.

How the fuck was this reality?

After all this time, he still called out to me? Of all people?

What the fuck was this?

When I heard it again on the video, I picked up the phone and dreaded what would be on there. I was right with the gut feeling as I watched Flynn come all over the woman’s mascara ruined, teary-eyed face. Where he punched her was getting black and angry, her skin revolting from his touch.

No doubt so many parts of her would be swollen by the morning.

Flynn let the woman go, and she fell hard to the floor with a crash. He pulled his phone from his back pocket, his cock still standing out there, wet from the woman’s mouth.

“Yeah,” he said. “You want her?”

Flynn chuckled. “After you’re done, fucking get rid of her.”

He pressed the end button on his phone and put it back in his pocket.

“Don’t worry, Cami. My brother will be here soon for his turn.”

The woman cried.

And I couldn’t watch anymore.

Clicking the app closed, I tossed the phone in my bag. I didn’t want to see anymore. Didn’t want to see Flynn’s brother. And definitely didn’t want to see a woman brutalized.

That wasn’t going to help me in my mission.

If anything, it put fear in me and took me back to a place I didn’t want to be.

No.

Fuck that.

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