Page 7 of Bound by Passion (Ravage MC)

Pulling the blankets up and around me, the raging thoughts from last night would not leave me. It was twisted. It was fucked. But once the mind had an idea, it was hard to stop thinking of all the scenarios that could have occurred.

Oh my God, did I have some serious scenarios running amuck, not one having to do with the knowledge he had searched on me.

The scene was vividly replaying in my head. It wasn’t the asshole guy on his knees in front of Raid last night.

No. In my mind, it was me kneeling. The small rocks from the chipped pavement bit into the raw flesh of my knees, and the cold metal pressed against my forehead, matching the cool breeze of the night.

As I looked up at Raid’s tall, strong frame, his steel gray eyes glittered with heat and desire, completely focused on me.

A mess of arousal mixed with a little bit of fear rolled through my body. My core clenched. There was a fine line between arousal and fear. One fueled the other on an endless cycle. The combination sent me into overdrive. Would he shoot me? Yes. He would. That I had no doubt, which only made my heart speed up.

The Ravage MC were ruthless, and fuck me it was a damn turn on. Not for one second could I doubt the capabilities of this man.

Raid slowly moved the gun, skating it down my temple, cheek, then under my chin. The metal warmed from my skin. My eyes never left his, but my breathing was on hyper drive. I could feel my chest rising and falling rapidly.

Turned on? No. Try soaking wet with arousal.

“Up,” he ordered in this deep, gravelly, gruff voice that sent a chill down my spine. Without hesitation, I rose and the barrel followed, my movements trailing down my neck and moving to my right breasts.

“Should I pull the trigger, Nyx?” he asked low, the tip of the gun rolling around my nipple.

I sucked in a sharp breath. My body was on fire with want—no, need.

“Does it scare you?”

My head nodded but wondered if arousal was outweighing the fear. Was I scared of him pulling the trigger? Or was I more driven by the sheer passion between us? Raid Monroe had a power over me simply in his stare. He was far more dangerous to me than the weapon between us.

“Good. What will you do if I…” He didn’t finish; instead, he moved the gun past my nipple, down the right side of my chest, to my stomach, my belly button and then moving straight over my pubic bone.

My body was burning, and all I wanted him to do was make this building ache inside of me explode and shatter me.

The tip of the gun met my core through my tight pants. The firmness of it along with the strength of the metal and the intense look in his eyes built me up even higher. I was ready to come undone.

Unable to keep my legs from buckling, my hand reached out and gripped his other arm and held on as he ever so slowly brushed the weapon back and forth.

The friction … holy hell, the friction.

He was going to make me come.

He was going to make me come on a gun.

A gun.

The build kept growing. Raid grazed his bottom lip between his teeth, and that did me in.

Holy fuck. Yes, I was ready to cry out, right there,don’t stop.

Beep…

Beep…

Beep…

My hand shot out at the stupid alarm, hitting it hard as the arousal from the memories had me on the verge of almost coming. Dammit.

Body hot and bothered, I turned off the alarm and got going. First things first, I was hopping in the shower and hoping it would help me get my head on straight. I didn’t need this complication, this distraction.

Daydreaming about Raid was not on the list of things that needed to get done today. Or ever. I needed to stay away from Raid and the Ravage MC.

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