My Bad Boy's Secret: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance (29 page)

              The blood was soaking into the carpet. Jake got up and wiped his fists over his bloodstained suit. He embraced and kissed me with renewed fervor. Every time Jake beat up a man, we were guaranteed to have mind-blowing sex.

              “Did he hurt you?” he asked worriedly.

              I smirked at him. “What do you think?”

              He smirked back. “I think he knows how not to treat a lady now.”

              He spread my legs apart and I moaned. His head dove and he proceeded to eat me like a man. This time, my screams were real. I never had to fake anything with Jake. Besides, he could tell when I pretended. Jake slurped and spat massive gobs of spit. I was growing wetter and hotter, and he drilled his tongue into my vagina while my hips bucked.

              I came four times from his oral skills. I then pinned him to the bed and ravished his cock. Jake has the body that every man dreams of having. It’s hard to select just one part of him that I love. His muscles are humungous and the contours are visible all over his body. While other guys need to take steroids to grow big, Jake got his physique without cheating. His years of exercise and work have made him a natural god. Some guys are so desperate for a larger cock that they take pills or get surgery. Jake was born massive, and what’s even better is that he knows how to use it. 

              I sat on Jake’s face and allowed him to lick my ass and pussy while I swallowed his dick and gave him a leisurely blowjob. I’ve become quite the expert at sucking. I tickled his sensitive tip and gargled his enormous balls, and drank every wave of his semen hungrily. Jake contorted me into various positions after entering my vagina, and bounced me up and down his cock as we made out. He invaded my anus and pulled my hair, ejaculating over my back and causing me to scream in joy from the riveting orgasmic pain of anal sex.

              I got on my knees to resume sucking, and engulfed Jake’s cock between my breasts for mammary pleasure. Your typical man would be worn out by this point and collapse from so much sex, but Jake is magical. He’s a sexual beast who has had so much experience that he never gets fully satisfied, and if he had his way, there wouldn’t be a woman left in the world who’s still a virgin. I’m the only woman he’s met who can please him enough.

              Dawn came. We were both still full of stamina. The bed was saturated with signs of our lovemaking. Our desire for more sex was far from fulfilled.

“Let’s get back,” grunted Jake. “I want to fuck you where no one can see us,” pointing at the corpse on the ground. I giggled.

He draped a robe over me and stole a car to drive us back to our hotel. We showered and continued our sex. I wanted to see the sights of Sydney, but Jake kept me inside for most the time we were there, so I’d have to come back some other day to visit.

“How did the meeting go?” I asked him while we were resting and eating room service lunch.

He finished another glass of champagne. “Fantastic. I got paid,” he said as he directed me to look at a briefcase. “What say we fly to Rodeo Drive and I buy you some new toys? I think I owe you a new dress.”

I kissed him and tugged his cock lovingly. “I love you,” I murmured and put my lips to his dick to kiss the head.

The next day, I saw the TV announce the news that Ryan Frears was on life support, and that his family was discussing whether to switch it off or not. I got a lot of dirty looks around the airport when I laughed out loud.

Chapter 08

Sabina

I pressed a gauze against the long and deep cut on my forehead. It was just one of the several injuries I sustained while pursuing our culprit. The reward of our hard work lay tied and gagged in a jail cell, glaring daggers at me and Ada, who was rubbing her aching jaw.

The captured woman was the only sign of tangible success we had so far. In six months of following leads, interrogating suspects, and making educated guesses about what to do next, we were no closer to joining the Crew, let alone getting into the inner circle.

Tonight, we crashed a party in Prague, where the Crew was rumored to appear. The town gossips turned out to be total rubbish. None of the actual Crew leaders showed up, except for some of their female lackeys and concubines. One of them was foolish enough to try to sell us some drugs, and Ada was sharp-eyed enough to see the Crew symbol tattooed on her upper back. We had to chase her past a dozen blocks and alleys before arresting her.

The interrogation proceeded from midnight for several hours without any results. Our suspect,Eva,spoke English well-enough, but refused to reveal any information about the Crew’s inner workings. I finally pulled an ace out of my sleeve after enduring four hours of talks.

“We already know who Jake Strider is,” I declared. Eva stared at me like I had just told her that I murdered her parents. “We have the name of at least one of your buddies. Want us to let the whole world know that you blabbed to us about Jake?”

“No, please!”She screamed. “If you tell anyone, I am dead. No one must know.” She grew defiant again. “I do not believe you. Go ahead, coward.” But the look on her face showed that she was genuinely worried.

Ada gave Eva a swift slap over the head and slammed her forehead to the table. “You’re going to prison for dealing, bitch. You might as well tell us everything you know about the Crew, otherwise we’ll spill to the media that you’re an informant. See how long you live then.”

Eva sniffed and nodded minutely. Ada released her grip on Eva’s neck. “Good. Now tell us everything you know, and don’t leave out anything.”

“The Crew is not like any gang you have ever met,” began Eva. “They never give their real names. They like to wear masks. Not those fake masks that you wear inHalloween, but human-like masks that looked like second-skin and flesh. They always have disguises and alibis ready.”

“How do they do business?” I asked warily.

I caught Eva smirking for a second.

“All seven of them are killers. They are some of the best soldiers in the world. They are very good at killing people and getting away. They hide their evidence well. You will never catch them,” she finished with a flourish.

Eva spent more time discussing the Crew’s operations, how they funneled drugs in ships and planes, how they employed the finest hacking skills to steal at will from any bank account, and how the Crew enjoyed partying hard and throwing money at women. Their lifestyle was wild, but they never let many people know the truth about who they were. The Crew spread a lot of information about themselves, but virtually none of it was true.

“There’s still one thing you haven’t mentioned,” piped up Ada. “The Crew doesn’t operate online, but they still do business through the web. How come no one can trace that?”

Eva did a double take. “You do not even know about the Dark Web? What kind of police are you?” She laughed harshly. “No wonder you are useless.”

It started to make more sense now. The Dark Web was the favorite hangout spot for anyone doing anything illegal. It was an ideal place to hide and never be caught. If we could access the Dark Web, we might be able to establish contact with the Crew and worm our way in.

We were all exhausted, and we finally decided to let Eva sleep while we recharged our batteries. Just a few hours later, the guards reported to us that Eva was dead. We found her collapsed on the stone floor with foam running down the corners of her mouth. Either she had been concealing a poison tablet the whole time, or someone snuck in and killed her. Getting close to the Crew really was a huge risk.

Chapter 09

Ada

              The Dark Web is called that for a reason. It’s hidden with encryptions, firewalls, and all sorts of tricks that no ordinary person could bypass. We had to head back to Washington, D.C. to seek the help of the FBI’s computer specialists to access the Dark Web. It didn’t take long for us to see a picture of our recently departed prisoner Eva on a singles dating and hookup website.

              “So this must have been how she first met Jake,” Sabina observed.

              “Yeah,” I said as I scanned the endless rows of women in various states of undress. Some were just barely clothed, while others were topless or totally nude. Hundreds, maybe even thousands of profiles of men and women were available, screaming for money and attention. This was some sort of elite dating forum where members are charged a few thousand just to meet for one date. Away from the prying eyes of the normal world, people on this site abandoned all their inhibitions. They bragged about the gangs they ran with, the crimes they committed, and the sick fetishes that turned them on.

              I got the impression that the website
www.reallove.com
was part eHarmony and part LinkedIn for criminals. We were no longer dealing with amateurs. I could feel myself sweating.

              “We’re going to have to make some profiles for ourselves,” I remarked.

              “What? Are you insane?” cried Sabina.

              “It’s the fastest way to reach Jake, maybe the only way,” I explained. “Think about it. We have no other way of contacting him. We don’t even have any idea where he is. Our only suspect who gave us any dirt on the Crew, met Jake here. We know for sure that Jake is always looking for pretty girls. If we can make some convincing profiles, we just might get an audience with him.”

              Sabina looked unsure, but she came around. “I guess you’re right. After all this work, this is our only shot.”

              We each had to pay $40,000 just for the privilege of opening a profile. The profiles gave us a dizzying array of things to fill out, so we decided to focus on a few of the most alluring parts. That meant uploading some sexy pics.

              I dug up some photos of myself in bikinis and lingerie, which were mostly selfies I took and sexts that I sent to some of my boyfriends and friends with benefits. They looked OK, but I knew I would need sexier photos to compete with the other women.

              Sabina browsed through her photos, and came back with an even smaller selection of herself flaunting her body in undressed states. I didn’t say it, but she really made me feel wet when she wasn’t covered up. Her dark red hair sensuously framed her young and pretty face, and the freckles over her body invited my eyes to stare all I wanted. She had an invitingly flat belly and round breasts that spilled out of her frame and made any outfit she wore look tighter.

              “I don’t normally take these kinds of pictures,” Sabina said while blushing. “I don’t know if these will work.”

              “Well,” I said as I unbuttoned my blouse, “it’s never too late to start.”

              For a second, Sabina’s eyes almost burst from her sockets. “Are you sure we have to do this?”

              I actually felt just as nervous about it as she did, but I tried not to let it show. “We have to put our best image forward. That means our sexiest image. We’ll take some photos somewhere private and upload them. I’m not totally on board with this, but I know that we have to do this.”

              “All right, but let’s go to one of our homes to do it. I’m not taking nudes of myself in the FBI crime laboratory.”

              So we headed to my apartment and got to work. We got pictures of us wearing only revealing panties and thongs while covering our breasts with our arms, showing off our bare breasts, shaking our asses, and covering our breasts and pussy with our hands. I even got creative and poured honey, chocolate syrup, and jam over our curvy bodies. I had to spend an hour to persuade Sabina to decorate her body, but if we were going to get the Crew to come to us, we’d have to surpass our competition.

              That afternoon was basically a Playboy shoot. I had to hold myself back from kissing and tasting Sabina a few times. If any guy was there to see it, he would have creamed himself or fainted from all of the blood rushing to his cock. 

              In order to increase our chances of getting responses from people like the Crew, we set our income requirements to “$1 billion and above”, the highest possible requirement. We made it clear in our description who we were seeking.