Sins of a Bad Boy (The Original Bad Boys Book 1)

by Naomi, Soraya

  “Stop it!” There was no conviction in her tone, and her hips started to move with him. Her mind churned with arousal.

  As much as William wanted to plunge inside her hot core, he didn’t. He kept his mind on his goal: regaining the upper hand in this game they were playing.

  Wrenching the dress down, he exposed her breasts and sucked her nipple into his mouth, still holding her wrists captive above her head in one hand. He gripped the other breast and pushed them together, biting one nipple, then the other.

  “Oh!” Her back bowed, and she was wriggling roughly against his rock-hard length, coating his cock with her wetness.

  William slanted his mouth over hers as she tried to move her hands, and she parted her lips and licked at his tongue voraciously.

  He remembered how her lips had felt around his shaft, and when he came up for air, he couldn’t help but mention, “Did you know that you suck cock well?”

  Then his head dipped to kiss her again, and in reaction, she bit his lip, drawing blood. He could taste the coppery tang and drew back while circling the head of cock against her pussy.

  She retorted, “You don’t suck pussy well.”

  He barked out a laugh. “Says the woman who came so hard that I can still taste you on my tongue. I did love eating your pussy. And I bet if I gave you a lick right now, you’d come all over my tongue within a second.”

  “I bet I wouldn’t,” she dared him, but he didn’t fall for her ploy. Still, he made her believe that he did, that he was going to suck her pussy.

  A smile curved his lips as he released her and sat back on his haunches,

  The flaps of his pants fell open with his erection jutting out, and he cocked her legs up and kneeled between them.

  “Touch my cock.”

  She obeyed, her fingers curled around the skin as she started to pump his cock.

  In turn, William plunged two fingers inside her pussy, crudely shoving her up and down the carpet. She shuddered, her body throbbing under the sensual onslaught his fingers evoked.

  His orgasm reached him quicker than expected, seeing this woman he wanted, yet didn’t, thrashing on his floor with bare breasts, legs wide open, fisting his cock, and with his fingers disappearing inside her.

  William grunted, looking at Ivy’s pussy. He thrust once, twice, three times into her tightly closed fist and pleasure took him high.

  “Fuck!” The first stream overshot her stomach and breasts, spraying onto her cheek and lips, and he gave a low groan when her tongue reached out to taste it. He slowed rolling his hips.

  “You’re such a vixen. And you respond so well to me.” His taunting words made her stop, and she glowered at him as he removed his fingers and sucked them clean.

  “You’re not allowed to come. Not after your little stunt.” William pushed to his feet and calmly buttoned his pants. “I find that a more fitting punishment than throwing you in Sins.”

  She was astounded. “I hate you!”

  “I’ve heard that so often, dear Ivy. I’m sure there’s an I-Hate-William club in your upper class world. You can join them once you’ve given me my money back.”

  She tried to kick him with one leg, but he caught her ankle, bending down to place a kiss on it just to antagonize her. And it worked, because her glare deepened.

  “I’ll see you later. I’m going to check to see if your family is even looking for you, Ivy.”

  She stiffened and turned her head away.

  William’s brows dipped at her reaction before he walked out, heading toward Charles’s apartment.

  ***

  William stepped into the elevator and turned the key to unlock the opposite door, entering his partner’s apartment, which had the exact same layout as his.

  “Charles?” William made his way to the leather couch and plopped down. “Charles?!”

  Footsteps sounded from down the hall, and Charles came into view, wearing his robe. “Good morning. Why are you here so early?”

  “Ivy made an escape attempt,” he confessed, and Charles stopped mid-step next to the arm of the sofa.

  He rolled his hand frantically, urging William to continue. “And..?”

  “And she didn’t succeed. She’s in my apartment. We fell asleep last night before I bound her to the bed.” William plowed both hands through his hair and clasped them behind his head.

  Charles’s forehead wrinkled, and he sat on the coffee table in front of William. “William, what’s going on between you two? There’s something bothering you; I can tell.”

  “She’s just a handful, and I’m unable to control myself around her.” He messed up his hair and lowered his arms. “I’m just tired. So, was our opening night successful?”

  “It was. But back to Ivy for a moment, be careful and stick to our plan, okay?”

  “Yes,” William appeased him.

  “Sins was crowded until closing time, and we didn’t have any problems. The guards and employees did a good job.”

  “And our liquor stash?” William wanted to know.

  “That’ll become a problem. Everything we had was sold in one night. We have an extra supply in the gaming club for this week, which we can use in Sins. But that’s only enough for one week.”

  His sigh was one of impatience with a bit of anger. “That means we have one week to find a new alcohol distributor. By the way, have you heard from Alfred Ravensdale? Has Ivy been reported missing?”

  Charles shook his head. “No, I haven’t heard a thing, but I can’t inquire about her, because that would raise suspicion. In these circles, they usually keep it among themselves at first.” Charles stood, ending the conversation. “You must focus on Ivy. I’ll handle the rest. Stop upsetting her and start being nicer to her so she won’t want to escape again.”

  That was much easier said than done.

  William needed to reel it in.

  CHAPTER 10

  After the sun had set, William returned to his apartment to check on Ivy.

  Holding a brown bag containing grilled elk steaks topped with savory shredded greens, he found himself in an empty living room. Setting the food on the kitchen counter, he hurried down the hall to his bedroom to find Ivy, dressed in his crisp linen shirt, asleep on her stomach with one knee angled up on the sheets.

  The mattress dipped as he sat and caressed the enticing curve of her ass.

  Damn her. She was even sexy in her sleep. While he’d love to let her sleep because then she couldn’t annoy and provoke him, he needed her awake since he had to be at Sins soon.

  Instead of simply rousing her by calling her name, he traced his finger up her thigh, and he grinned when he pushed his shirt up and noticed that she wasn’t wearing his boxers. She was naked underneath.

  Ivy shifted slightly but didn’t wake, so William cupped her pussy, and her eyes opened languidly, blue colliding with silver-grey.

  In the faintly lit room, neither of them said a word. And she didn’t shy away from his touch. He knew she liked it. They were both aware that they were sharing veiled longings. Well, William’s weren’t exactly veiled, but he’d stimulated Ivy’s lust, and there was a part of him that suspected she wanted to explore more with him. If he could only control his temper, she would be eating from his hand. And then, he and Charles would be completely off the hook after Alfred paid them their money and Ivy returned to her family, because if Ivy was in love with William, she’d never press charges against him. So from now on, when Ivy triggered his anger, William needed to keep his mind on the end goal and remain calm.

  After sifting her curls from her forehead, he grinded his palm against her wet core.

  “I’m sorry about what happened this morning.” And because he couldn’t hold the remark back, he asked, “Did you make yourself come after I left, Ivy?”

  Not a word from her, but she seized his gaze. Passion building as she almost imperceptibly pushed her hips back against his hand.

  She was receptive to his apology, apparently.

  He s
howed her a lopsided grin because her easy acceptance pleased him. Furthermore, he was positive that she must’ve touched herself earlier. A sensuous and stubborn girl like Ivy would’ve masturbated the second he left the room. “Let me rephrase. How long did it take before you finished what I started?”

  A fleeting smile eased her full lips before she pursed them together.

  “I knew you would,” he teased. With his focus on the end goal, he changed the subject and asked, “Did you eat?”

  She blinked slowly, so he begrudgingly stopped rubbing her pussy. “Ivy, answer me. Did you eat?”

  She merely nodded.

  “What did you eat?”

  Her brows furrowed. She was confused by his attentive side. “Some fruit from your kitchen.”

  “You must be famished. I brought steaks and vegetables. Come eat with me before we go down.”

  She sat up instantly. “Down?”

  “Yes, to Sins. I need to check to see if everything is running smoothly, and you’re coming with me. I have a new dress for you. It’s a dark red ankle-length dress, not sheer. I won’t punish you for trying to escape this morning; I promise.”

  She sagged in relief and directed a hint of interest at him. “Why did you get me another dress?”

  “Because I don’t want you to walk around half-naked down there.”

  She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it, dumbfounded.

  William stood and held out his hand.

  She peered at his palm, then up at him, and back at his offered hand.

  Eventually, she clasped her soft palm in his, and they went to the kitchen to eat dinner in silence – she consumed an entire steak.

  ***

  Ivy walked in front of William, and he was fixated on her scrumptious ass in the tight-fitting red dress with thin straps that crossed at her shoulders. The fabric wasn’t sheer, but she was even more appetizing in it than in the previous dress, and the color accentuated her auburn curls. He also made her wear a black Venetian mask this time, and her attire matched his. He was wearing his black pants and dress shirt with red suspenders, sleeves rolled up to the elbows.

  To try to force a shift in their relationship, he didn’t tie her to him this time, yet he had the rope in his pocket in case of emergency.

  They stopped at the familiar entrance of Sins, and William hooked his arm around her waist before entering.

  The smell of sex permeated the air as he and Ivy were welcomed by the hostess next to the fountain of champagne glasses.

  The lights of only five of the dozen chandeliers were turned on, so the room was darkened. As they walked around, Ivy was once again engrossed in the many sexual activities. Two men were fucking each other on the first bed they passed. William recognized one as Jeremy Dechamps, his rival fighter, who had apparently been granted a membership by Charles. William grinned maliciously because owning Sins also meant that William and Charles had much important information to bribe upper class citizens with if they ever gave them problems, or if William needed to strong-arm them into doing his bidding. Jeremy’s father wouldn’t be pleased to know that his prodigal son liked to suck dick. Not while his father was arranging a political marriage for Jeremy with a tedious, ugly senator’s daughter.

  Ivy made a face. Evidently, she recognized him too, but she kept quiet.

  William doubted his decision to not bind her, because it was obvious that she paid close attention to everyone and everything around her. Ivy was conniving – he already knew that. But he had to take the risk of not tying her to him in order to show her goodwill.

  In front of one of the mahogany beds, there was a woman strapped to a St. Andrew’s Cross with her hands tied high above her head and a slave girl kneeling, sitting on her haunches. The bound woman’s master was flogging her, then he leaned down to finger the slave and had the other woman lap his finger.

  “You deserved a reward,” the man spoke and removed a butt plug from the woman on the cross. Then he placed her foot on the girl’s shoulder and pressed the slave’s face into her glistening pussy.

  “Suck every drop of her pussy, and don’t you dare stop until she comes,” he ordered, and she eagerly complied.

  The bound woman arched and tugged at her restraints while moaning and gawking at William. Her master whispered into her ear and bit her earlobe, then kissed her, but she kept concentrating on William.

  Ivy’s breath caught, and she narrowed her eyes at the woman, then hurriedly checked to see if William was paying attention to his fan. It seemed that Ivy was the very jealous type. He’d observed that the previous night as well.

  William didn’t find the woman attractive in the least and simply met Ivy’s eyes, brazenly rubbing her hip and ass. His cock was becoming hard though, and he’d bet Ivy was dripping wet.

  He murmured against her temple as he surveyed the bodies writhing in the room, “Are you wet, Ivy? So many people here to fuck, but all I want is to eat your pussy.”

  He grabbed her hand and rubbed it over his stiffening cock. “I fantasize about riding you, of ruining your sweet pussy and luscious ass so that you can’t walk for days.”

  She didn’t flinch or reprimand him. In fact, she was in a state of heightened sexual arousal as she squeezed his cock through his pants while watching everyone around them.

  As they continued along their path, Silk came up to them. Ivy immediately withdrew her hand, and William tucked her into his side.

  Silk told William close to his ear, “There’s a problem in the gaming club, but Charles is in the fight club below. Can you go upstairs and handle it? I can’t leave here just as people are streaming in.”

  “Right now?” William asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Can you keep an eye on her?”

  Silk nodded his confirmation.

  William spun Ivy to him with both hands on her shoulders. “I have to run upstairs for a minute, but Silk will watch you like a hawk. Don’t even think about escaping or asking for help. Every guard here knows I own you, and if you try to escape again, you won’t like how I’ll react this time. I have eyes and ears everywhere. You’re not allowed to talk to anyone. Do you understand?”

  Her head bobbed up and down while he could practically see the wheels turning.

  “Go with Silk to the bar and stay there. I expect to find you in the exact same spot when I return.” He rested his hands on both sides of her head and pressed a hard kiss to her mouth, astonishing her, but she still responded to his kiss.

  William sent Silk a meaningful look before striding back to the hallway and up the stairs.

  ***

  Less than twenty minutes later, William was back in Sins.

  He leaned against the doorway when he didn’t spot Ivy at the bar where she was supposed to be, making a slow, steady perusal of those around him, like a cat stalking prey.

  Then he edged around the cushions in the center of the room where couples were intoxicated with each other, changing partners rapidly and sharing their bodies with everyone.

  “William, join us,” one woman drawled, extending her arm to him as she straddled a girl’s face while a man was thrusting inside the girl who was eating her out.

  William didn’t recognize half the women that always called his name.

  “No, and don’t touch me,” he warned, not stepping out of her range since she pulled her arm back.

  Dread crawled up his spine as he continued on.

  Where was his prey?

  Rushing around, he scanned the room and passed beds and spank benches. Neither Silk nor Ivy was to be seen.

  “No! No!”

  When he heard a cry that he’d recognize anywhere from far behind the bar, William rounded it and beheld Ivy tied to the upper frame of a bed, standing on her tiptoes. With a man he also recognized nudging her panties aside.

  Her mask was still on, but he could tell she was crying. Her dress was torn down the middle, and slashes of red marked her thigh and stomach.

  When she tried
to focus through her blurred vision, she looked directly at William but didn’t register him. But then she whispered his name in agonized misery.

  Within three steps, William was behind the man, gripping his hair and rotating him with clenched teeth, and hurled him onto the bed. The curtains were drawn so other clients couldn’t see what William had done.

  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing with her?” he roared, jumping on him and backhanding him in the face.

  It was Markson, the man Charles and William didn’t receive their refund from for the delayed liquor shipment.

  William grabbed his lapels and tugged him slightly off the bed. Then he slammed his fist into Markson’s nose, blood raining from his nostrils.

  “Wh-what?!” he spluttered, not a match for William’s force.

  Silk came out of nowhere and took over, locking Markson’s wrists behind his back with metal handcuffs and hauling him off the other end of the bed and behind the blue curtain to the secret door.

  William untied Ivy, swung her up into his arms so that her head fell against his chest, and followed Silk.

  “Ivy, are you okay?”

  “No!” she sobbed and clung to him.

  William rested his chin on her head as the four of them made their way to the end of the corridor to a small flight of stairs going down toward William’s private room in the fight club.

  “William—argh,” Markson started but was cut off by Silk’s slap in his face.

  “Shut up and walk.” Silk’s tone was low.

  “Get my key from my pocket, Silk,” William ordered, not wanting to put Ivy on unsteady feet.

  Silk did as told and unlocked the door to William’s room, pushing Markson into the chair as William sat on the edge of the bed with Ivy.

  “Guys—” Markson tried again, but his words were smothered by Silk, who was standing behind him, placing his hand over Markson’s mouth.

  Ivy was sitting sideways in William’s lap. He slid off her mask, threw it on the bed, and angled her head up by her chin.

  “Ivy, talk to me. What happened?”