Wilde (Bad Boys of Wildeside)

by Laylah Roberts

  “Just checking the place out, Wilde.”

  “You two know each other then?” Sinclair asked with a small smile of amusement. The head of the Irish Mafia, Alec Sinclair ran this city. He was lethal and ruthless.

  He’d also bankrolled me. I owed him—even though I’d paid him back years ago. But I didn’t owe him Cassie.

  “This is my stepdaughter, Cassandra.”

  She glared at me. She hated when I referred to her as my stepdaughter. But I used our relationship as a reminder that I needed to stay away from her. She was fifteen years younger than me. Sweet and innocent—everything I wasn’t. Sometimes I thought that made me want her more.

  I was still married to her mother. I’d married Francis when Cassie was fifteen. I hadn’t been faithful to Francis, but she wasn’t complaining. I knew she’d slept around too. No one understood why I’d married that self-centered bitch, but I’d had my reasons. I’d come close to breaking her neck and leaving her for the sewer rats the day she tried to sell me Cassie’s virginity. Now Cassie was safe, and Francis happily had access to my money to feed her habit.

  Sinclair raised his eyebrows. “And you allow her in here?” Sinclair had a strict moral code when it came to family. Disrespect one of the females in his family and you’d end up sporting a pair of concrete shoes.

  “No, I do not.” I took hold of Cassie’s arm firmly, giving her a stern frown as she wriggled, looking like she might protest. “I apologize, Sinclair. Perhaps we could postpone our meeting until another night.”

  Sinclair stood. “Certainly.”

  “So your meeting was here tonight,” Cassie muttered.

  “What did you do?” I asked. “Check my calendar?”

  “No.”

  She couldn’t meet my eyes, though, and I knew I was right. Cassie was a terrible liar.

  “Come with me. You’re in big trouble, little girl.”

  She shivered. Fear or excitement?

  Right now, I didn’t care.

  Cassie

  “Wait, what about Darcy?” I dug my heels into the floor as Wilde attempted to drag me across the room. I turned back to my friend who watched me with concern.

  “Who?” Wilde turned back. “Who is she?”

  “My friend,” I said with exasperation. He’d met her at least a half dozen times. “I can’t just leave her.”

  “Luke will take her home.” He pulled out his phone.

  “Oh, I don’t need to go home,” Darcy said. “I’ll just stay here until you two are finished.”

  “After we’re finished, Cassandra is going home.” His voice was velvet on steel.

  I winced. I hated it when he called me Cassandra. Like I was a naughty child. I was no child, and it was time Wilde learned that.

  “I’ll see her home,” Sinclair suggested.

  The look in his dark eyes made me shiver. If Wilde was dangerous, then Sinclair was lethal. Beneath that calm exterior, I could sense his darkness. That Darcy obviously couldn’t only reinforced how different our upbringings had been.

  “I can’t ask you to do that,” Wilde argued. “Luke will do it.”

  The hulking beast approached. Instead of looking surprised at finding Wilde with his hand around my arm, he appeared almost amused.

  “What’s up, boss?”

  “You’re fired.”

  My jaw dropped open. He couldn’t mean it. I’d just wanted a bit of fun. I hadn’t meant to get anyone in trouble.

  “That so?” Luke raised an eyebrow. He didn’t look all that concerned at losing his job.

  “You let my stepdaughter in when she doesn’t have a membership.”

  Luke stared down at me. What right did he have to look so disappointed in me? We didn’t know each other.

  “She had a coin.”

  Wilde turned to look at me. “Did she? I wonder where she got that?”

  I shifted nervously from foot to foot, unable to stop myself. “Out of your safe,” I finally muttered, unable to hold out under his scrutiny.

  “Take her friend home. Make sure she gets there safely.”

  “Thought I was fired.” Luke countered.

  “Just do it.”

  Wilde dragged me off. I turned to give Darcy an apologetic look. She just shrugged and smiled.

  She had no idea the trouble I was in.

  Chapter Two

  Wilde

  I sat on the leather chair behind my desk and stared at her. She couldn’t hold my gaze for long, her gaze dropping until she was staring down at my wooden desk.

  “Look, I’m sorry I took that coin out of your safe and came here, but don’t you think that firing your gorilla is an overreaction?”

  Ah, so that’s what had her worried. She wasn’t stressed about what I would do to her—although she should be—instead, she worried over that idiot Luke. It amazed me how she could care about someone she’d never met before. It made her soft. Naïve. I should teach her what the real world was like. How people would shove you down then kick you while you were there.

  Instead, I held back. I let her keep her naïveté even though I was doing her no favors. The world was a cutthroat place. The strong thrived, and the weak faltered. Unless they had someone to take care of them.

  “I fire Luke every other week. Don’t worry about him.” I should fire him for good. He’d known who she was. I’d seen it on his face. And he’d let her into the one place I’d been determined to keep her away from.

  Cassie was innocent. Clean. This place was not. And neither am I. I’m not good enough for her. Never will be. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want her.

  Fuck.

  I would eat her alive; I knew it. I clenched my jaw. Why did she have to come here tonight? She’d set something in motion I might not be able to stop.

  “Will you just lecture me and get it over with, Wilde? I’m tired, and I want to go home.” There was a note of exasperation in her voice.

  I raised my eyebrows. It seemed she’d underestimated how angry I was with her. She was treating this like all the other times I’d caught her misbehaving. But this was different. Very different.

  “You stole from me. You snuck in here without permission. You were sitting next to the most dangerous man in the city, looking like you didn’t have a care in the world, and you wish I would just get on with it?”

  Now she looked wary. Good. She should be.

  “Do you know what could have happened to you?” Without me by her side, protecting her.

  “Luke said there are monitors,” she said nervously.

  “They can’t be everywhere at once. What if you got in trouble and they didn’t get to you in time? What if someone gagged you?”

  “They couldn’t do that without my permission, could they?”

  “Who’s to stop them?” In truth, I’d made things as safe as I could. I had set the rules, if just a few, and they were strictly enforced. But she didn’t need to know that.

  “Jesus, Wilde, what kind of place are you running here?”

  “A place that you have no permission to be in, and now I’m going to have to punish you.” Shit. Where did that come from? I’d grounded her plenty of times as a teenager. But she wasn’t a teenager any longer. She was twenty-two. Well past the age of being grounded.

  “Punish me? What are you talking about?” She let out a nervous laugh.

  “I could ground you.”

  “I’m not a kid anymore.”

  “Believe me, I know that.” Jesus, did I.

  “I could spank you.” Crap. I hadn’t meant to say that.

  But instead of looking horrified as I’d expected, she paused, just staring at me. Those beautiful, green eyes widened, and her full lips parted. Her tongue dipped out to lick them.

  Was she aroused? Did they idea of a spanking turn her on?

  “Y-you can’t.”

  “Oh, yes, I can. You live under my roof. My rules. And you broke them. Yes, I think a spanking is just what you need.”

  Could Cassie ha
ve a darker side? I should send her away, deal with her later when I’m less angry and I’m more in control.

  Standing, I looked her over, taking in those tight pants and the barely-there top.

  “Pull your pants down and bend over the desk.”

  Cassie

  Wilde had to be joking, right? I was not going to just strip off my pants and let him spank me.

  “No.” My voice wobbled more than I might have liked.

  “No?” He raised an eyebrow and moved around the desk, stalking towards me.

  Hold your ground. Hold your ground.

  Like prey caught in a hunter’s trap, I stood still, frozen, hoping like crazy he’d set me free.

  Well, part of me hoped. The other part prayed he’d never let me go.

  Shit. I was so fucked up.

  “I’m not letting you spank me, Wilde. It’s insane.”

  “You saw what goes on out there.” He nodded to the door. Yeah, I’d seen it. I’d been intrigued, shocked.

  It was depraved, wicked, and hot. So freakin’ hot. He drew closer. My nipples stiffened, my breath grew faster. I took a step back. His lips twitched as he matched my steps, herding me back into the corner. My back hit the wall, and he rested his hands on either side of my head.

  Wilde wasn’t as broad as the behemoth who had let us into the club, but every inch of him was hard muscle. And at six foot two he dwarfed my tiny frame. He leaned in, his lips inches from mine. I licked my lips, anticipation held me in its grasp.

  He hadn’t shaved this morning, and a fine stubble covered his cheeks and chin. I wanted to know what it would feel like against my skin. I wanted to know what he would feel like rubbing against me.

  Oh God, I had it bad. If I believed in hell, I knew for certain I’d be going there for my wicked thoughts. He was my mother’s husband. It was wrong.

  “Wilde—”

  “We can do this the easy way or the hard way,” he told me in that smooth, silken voice. There was no bend in it. He was used to being obeyed.

  Arrogant ass.

  “You can pull down those too tight pants, which by the way you won’t be wearing in public again, and bend over my desk. I’ll give you a count of twenty. I’ll even make sure you enjoy it—a little.”

  Enjoy it? Oh shit.

  “Or?” Why the hell did I ask him that? It wasn’t as though I actually wanted to know. Really, I didn’t.

  “Or I pick you up and put you over my knee. I will strip everything off. You will be totally bare to me. And I will spank you until my arm tires. Believe me, sweetheart that will be long after you are ready for me to finish.”

  As far as choices went, it sucked. I knew he wouldn’t give in. Stubborn should have been his middle name along with arrogant bastard.

  I couldn’t believe I was going to do this. It was even harder to believe that deep down I wanted to. I wanted his hands on me, touching me, even if it was in punishment.

  He stepped back, as though sensing my acquiescence and I moved to the desk. Nerves tightened my stomach as I reached for the top of my pants. I turned to look at him. He leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, waiting.

  “Motherfucker,” I muttered to myself.

  “What was that?” he asked.

  “Nothing.” I undid my pants and slid them down quickly. I bent over the desk, the wood cool against my overheated cheek. Closing my eyes, I prayed he would get this over with quickly.

  I should have known better.

  There was silence. I could feel him staring at me, studying me. What did he see? My ass was a little on the chubby side, nothing special.

  He ran his hand down one cheek, and I jolted. Christ, I hadn’t heard him move.

  “Your ass is spectacular.” There was a husky note to his voice, and I turned to stare at him. But he kept his gaze on my backside. “Turn back around. Keep your arms in front of you. Be a good girl and you’ll be rewarded.”

  My insides tightened at his words. This could well be something I would later regret, but right now there was no turning back.

  His hand smacked down on my right cheek, and I yelped. That was harder than I expected.

  “Seriously?”

  “You earned this, little rule-breaker.”

  “I never break the rules.”

  He laughed. “No?”

  Smack! Smack! Ouch. This wasn’t sexy at all. My arousal was falling at an accelerated rate. Damn it, I couldn’t believe I’d thought a spanking would be hot.

  “You had a party in my house without my permission.” Smack. Smack.

  “You took my Ferrari out on a joyride with no license or permission.” Shit, I hadn’t realized he’d known about that. Smack, Smack.

  Tears filled my eyes. But something else was happening. Pain was morphing into pleasure. My desire was rising once more. My clit swelled, and cream coated the tops of my thighs.

  He stopped spanking me to rub my ass, exploring, moving his hand over every inch of it. Then he pulled my panties down until they sat just below my ass. Oh, dear Lord.

  “Are you wet, Cassandra? Are you wet for me?”

  “No,” I lied.

  “Hmm, we’ll just see, won’t we? And it’s another five if you’re lying.”

  Of course, I was fucking lying! And we both knew it, too. He dipped his fingers down into my folds, running one finger through my juices.

  Holy fucking God in heaven. I spread my legs with a whimper as he explored me, swirling his finger around my clit. Then he drew his hand back, smacking it down on my ass.

  “Where was I?”

  Well, I’d thought he was about to give me a mind-blowing orgasm. My freakin’ bad.

  He continued to spank me, listing my transgressions, some I’d thought I’d managed to keep from him. I should have known better. When he stopped, my ass was on fire, and I was close to exploding—I needed to come so badly.

  He pulled my panties down to where my pants rested around my ankles then pulled them both off.

  “Spread your legs further.” He crouched between my legs and pulled the lips of my slick pussy apart. I tensed then sighed as his tongue delicately touched me. I’d never had anyone look at me there, let alone touch me. I whimpered as he licked from one end of my slit to the other, brushing over my sensitive clit. It felt so decadent, so delicious.

  Wilde cupped the cheeks of my ass as he ran his tongue over my entrance. He skillfully drove me higher and higher. I fell closer to the edge, my whole body shaking with the need to come.

  “You taste fresh, sweet. Like fucking sunshine.”

  He massaged my hot ass cheeks. It hurt even as it drove me insane with pleasure. Flicking my clit with his finger, he circled my entrance with his tongue. I could feel my orgasm drawing closer. My legs trembled, and I was grateful for the desk supporting me.

  Then he withdrew and stood.

  I turned with a growl. “Don’t stop.”

  He gave my ass another smack, and I yelped. It was really tender now. “You are not the boss here.”

  “I’m not the boss anywhere,” I snarked.

  “Good girl. You’re learning.”

  I wisely kept my thoughts to myself. Damn him, I was learning.

  “I need you, Cassie. If you want to stop, now is the time to speak up.”

  Stop? Hell no, I didn’t want to stop. I heard him unzip his pants and a shiver raced up my spine.

  “I’m going to take you hard and fast. I need to this first time. I’ve waited too long for this.”

  He nudged at my opening with the head of his cock and suddenly I tensed. There was something I should probably tell him.

  I let out a yelp of pain as he thrust forward, entering me, and tearing the membrane that announced my virginity.

  Wilde

  Jesus. No.

  She was a virgin? I knew she hadn’t dated much. I’d seen to that. No man was good enough for her, let alone any of those boys who had sniffed around. But I never thought she would still be this pure. />
  Fuck. Not anymore. I’d ruined that.

  “Hold still, baby. Don’t move.” Some strange feeling moved through me. Was it tenderness? I had never felt like this before. I wanted to wrap her up, protect her from everything, including myself. “It will ease if you don’t move.”

  “How do you know?” she hissed. “Did losing your virginity feel like someone was tearing you in two?”

  No, I’d lost my virginity when I was thirteen. She’d been forty and my next door neighbor. It hadn’t been all that fun, but it hadn’t been painful.

  “Cassie, why didn’t you tell me?”

  “Sorry, I know I should have said something. I know this is my fault.”

  Fuck. The tears in her voice sucker punched me, and she was apologizing to me? I should have asked. Should have taken care of her. My mind had turned to mush as soon as I’d seen her in my club.

  “None of this is your fault.” I wish I had some soft words for her, something to reassure her with. “I’m the experienced one.”

  She sniffled. “I think I’m okay now.”

  She wasn’t. Not by a long shot. But she would be. I wished I was facing her so I could watch her. A better man would pull back. Would stop.

  I wasn’t that man. I probably should have said something to comfort her, but I had no idea what to say. So I determined to do the only thing I could think of—make certain that she got some enjoyment out of this clusterfuck. Reaching around, I found her clit. I swirled my finger around the swollen numb, playing with it gently.

  Gradually, her breathing grew faster. Cream coated my fingers, and I brought them to my mouth and licked them clean. Delicious.

  I nibbled down her neck, biting down harder where it met her shoulder. I needed to claim her in whatever way I could.

  I pulled out of her slowly, inch by goddamn inch, keeping my senses tuned into hers. Then I pushed back inside her. Her cream eased my way. I knew I had to be stretching her. I wasn’t a small man, and she was so tight.

  She thrust her hips back, and I grabbed hold of her, stilling her. “Cassie, stay still.”

  “I need to move.”

  “I’m trying not to hurt you.” Any more than I already had.