Sins of a Bad Boy (The Original Bad Boys Book 1) (5 page)

“I won’t report it. We can’t afford the police snooping around here. And regarding Alfred, we can’t risk an official investigation against us, which is what Alfred will ask for if you rough him up. If an earl goes to the police, we won’t stand a chance. It’ll be his aristocratic word against mine and yours – and we’re disreputable gaming club owners in the eyes of society. We need some leverage against him....” Charles let his voice trail off.

William’s face held a sinister grin. He was not a man known to waver when it came to decision making. “I was just going to suggest the same. I’d be happy to take Ivy and use her as leverage. She’s baited me constantly. I want to retaliate.”

“Then do it. Let’s see if Alfred comes to us once he finds out his precious daughter is missing. He can have her back in exchange for our money.” 

“With pleasure.” William left to go in search of Ivy.

CHAPTER 5

After William and Silk collected a small fortune in outstanding debts, he dropped Silk off at the club and went on a mission to locate Ivy Ravensdale.

As he made his way through the empty streets and rounded the corner toward the Ravensdale’s Mansion, he found her much more easily than expected. While William was forming a plan on how to take her from her residence, Ivy was hiking down the street wearing that same mauve dress, probably on her way home, with her heels clicking angrily off the concrete.

William cut the engine before she got the chance to notice the sound and possibly spin around. He had a cloth and drugs in the glove compartment and prepared it while spying on her and scouting the area. Although he saw a few lights on in several houses on the wide street, the street itself was empty.

This was his window of opportunity. So as a dog howled into the night, he ran up to her from behind and smothered her alarmed cry with the cloth. She fought against him but went slack within seconds. Hurriedly, he swung her into his arms, carrying her to the car. William placed an unconscious Ivy in the back seat, covered her with a blanket, and raced back to his club, constantly on alert to ensure that no one had witnessed what just happened.

***

Ivy roused as William sat in the chair next to the bed in his room on the second underground floor of the high-rise. The curtains hanging down the four poster bed were drawn open, and he had laid Ivy down on the crème colored sheets.

He casually sipped his whiskey in the near dark – only one candle was flickering – waiting for her to wake. 

Her lashes lifted. She blinked, looked to her right, then she blinked again and bolted up into a sitting position to finally see William to her left.

“Ivy...” William tipped his drink to her in a mock greeting.

Weariness shone behind her eyes, and she jumped off the bed, standing in front of William and backing away slowly.

“Where are my shoes? Where am I? What is this place? Why am I here.....with you?”

William simply chuckled at all her questions and answered each as he sat in the most insolent manner, his shirt unbuttoned and his glass of whiskey dangling loosely from his hand. “You’re in my private room of my fight club. And you’re here with me because you and I have unfinished business.”

She kept backing away toward the door.

“There’s nowhere for you to go.”

Her hand was on the gilded doorknob, trying to pull it open. “I want to leave now! This isn’t funny.”

William took a sip of his drink and licked his lips. “I’m not joking.”

Ivy whirled around, and her gaze flitted across the darkened room. Then he could clearly see her mind assembling her thoughts.

“You drugged me! What... What do you want from me?” 

Suddenly, she bounded forward and tried to slap him, but William rose to his feet and held her wrist mid-slap. He bent his head so they were nose-to-nose. “Do. Not. Provoke. Me. You have done enough provoking.”

Her chest heaved, and fear flashed behind her facade while she tried to tug free. She wasn’t successful. Ivy knew exactly why she was there, but instead of giving in, she kneed him in his balls. Thankfully, it was a weak attempt.

In response, William flung Ivy onto his bed, covered her with his muscled frame, and pinned her wrists next to her ears, immobilizing her.

“You asshole! What the hell are you doing?!”

“If you don’t stop your struggle, I’ll chain you.”

With that sentence, she went completely motionless. Her brows were pulled together while she spat fire at him. 

Their bodies were pressed together, her skin hot and unblemished. William could feel her breasts brushing against his chest as she inhaled sharply.

Her dress had ridden up her legs, which were now bare and wide open as William lay between them, and there was a bow between her cleavage that held the fabric together. She was a tantalizing and aggravating package waiting to be opened, and that shot a jolt of lust to his cock. William was achingly aware of his body’s reaction to her.

“What are you going to do to me?” Her voice was growing quiet. “I’m sorry about the wallet, and earlier, in your club, I was just playing with you. I-I...”

“Why did you plant the wallet?” He leaned on his forearms but kept a firm hold on her wrists.

She looked to the side and it took several seconds for her to defend herself. “You were provoking me.”

“How?”

“You know what I mean!” she answered, becoming agitated again.

He did know, but he preyed on her discomfort. She’d acted too entitled, and still, that air of arrogance was in her. He craved to terminate that conceit. “I know you stole money from my club.”

Her eyes widened a touch and guilt flared behind them. “I don’t know what you mean.”

She knew exactly what he meant. However, William was at a loss about how to proceed. He didn’t even know what the plan was. Was he going to wait until Alfred Ravensdale, her father, contacted him? Was he going to toy with her?

There was something about her that simmered with sensuality. And he was intrigued more and more. But she constantly did something to piss him off: the wallet, and earlier in the club, she was also seducing him while she’d stolen his money from Charles’s office.

William raised her hands in his grip and stood slowly.

Ivy kicked him in the chest, breaking free, and scrambled to the other side of the bed, but he yanked her back by her ankle, roughly sliding her over the sheet.

Now, he was done being Mr. Nice Guy. Now, she would feel his wrath, and he would humiliate her.

She tried to strike him once more, but his hold was inflexible, so she attempted to roll over onto her back. Again, he was too strong for her.

“Well, well, Ivy, aren’t we spirited! Stop struggling right now before I throw you into the club and let the men have their way with you.”

His statement made her freeze instantly, even though she had no idea that he meant his sex club.

They glared at one another in bristling silence.

“Get up,” William ordered and sat back down in the chair, taking his drink in hand. “Stand in front of me.”

When she refused to obey, he barked, “Now!”

Reluctantly, she complied.

“I want you to undress,” he directed in an even tone. 

“What?!” 

“You’re going to stay here for a while, so you’d better do as I say,” he advised cruelly.

“What? You’re keeping me here? This is kidnapping!”

“Ah, smart girl!” He rolled his neck and took a sip from his glass. “And what you did is considered theft. Remove your clothes.”

She didn’t. They were staring at each other. A battle of wills.

“Ivy,” he started calmly, “you have two choices. Undress yourself and let me look at your naked body. Or I’ll undress you and you will suck my cock. See, I’m a fair man. I’ll always give you choices.”

“Fuck you! This isn’t a choice!”

“Tsk, tsk. Such language,” he commented dryly.

William always emerged the victor in whatever battle of wills lay before him. Their eyes focused on each other. For seconds. For minutes. Still, no movement.

William rotated his glass in his hand and waited. And waited.

Eventually, he set the glass down and unbuttoned his pants, which prompted Ivy into action.

She started to untie the bow at the enticing swell of her breasts without speaking a word, holding William’s eyes as he sneered.

Remarkably, William didn’t see her fingers trembling. In fact, fury blistered to the surface as she gritted her teeth while pulling the silk string that revealed more cleavage. 

William’s trousers constricted with every inch of skin that was exposed. Ivy wasn’t pale like most British girls. She had a sun-kissed glow that was alluring, with skin that was smooth and bronze, like a goddess. And it disturbed him that he was lured by her. The treacherous thief. He kept that at the forefront of his mind. 

Unexpectedly, Ivy stopped. What was she thinking as she took in his features? It seemed as if she only now noticed his partially undressed state. Her gaze fell to his honed chest and then darted back up.

 William swallowed his drink in a gulp, set it on the nightstand, and placed his elbows on the armrests. “I’m waiting.”

With deliberate movements, she prowled forward, swaying her hips. 

Of course, she was devising another escape plan, but for now, he would humor her, so William just met her hungry stare.

Ivy stopped right in front of him. He tilted his chin up while she was dead silent. In all honesty, he was titillated by her sensual moves, but it never deterred him from his plan. And his plan also involved breaking her because she kept inciting him and because then, she would confess what her father and she had done. William had a strong mind, a fighter’s mentality, and wasn’t easily influenced by the female’s wiles. 

“Why are you just sitting there, William? Touch me. Why else would you want me naked?” she murmured and pulled the strings more so that the fabric couldn’t contain her breasts, and they were shown to him. Then she bent down, rosy nipples right in his face, and William licked one, his tongue caressing around the peak that was hardening. 

Ivy reared back slightly, but his hand shot to her arm, holding her in place. Did she think she could start this sexual game and not finish it? If so, Ivy was sadly mistaken as to what kind of evil spirit resided in her opponent.

They locked eyes, and William bit hard on the other nipple, causing Ivy to moan in pleasure and pain. He saw her attention move to the nightstand, and he recognized what she was planning to do. 

But when she placed her warm hand on his bare chest and squeezed his pectorals, and then she pushed her small breast into his mouth, smothering him, William’s concentration was broken. He indulged in her perky breast that was so soft and delicious to nip and suck until she obliterated the momentum with her next move.

Whatever small shred of civility he had left disintegrated when Ivy’s hand reached for the whiskey glass, and William ducked a second too late. The glass hit the very top of his head but was mostly just thrown over his hair.

“Motherfucker!” William roared from the sting of pain in his skull.

Ivy sprinted to the door and banged on it. She then searched the room for any weapons to use, seeing none except another chair. 

William shot up and scowled at her. “You’re very hardheaded.”

“You kidnapped me! Did you honestly believe I wouldn’t fight? I’m immune to your famous charms!” And she tried to lift the heavy chair she had scraped across the floor, using it as a barrier between her and William. “Fucking chair!” she cried in frustration when she was unable to lift it even a bit.

A low laugh rumbled from William at her antics as she glowered at him, and he strode to her in two steps, knocking the chair out of his way. “Now…you should be scared!”

That froze her, and he tossed her onto the bed on her stomach, then pressed all his weight on her back. 

“No! Stop!” Her arms were flaying, and her luscious ass was rubbing against his cock.

“Too late; you’ll be shackled now!”

The headboard contained two sets of metal handcuffs, and he locked one cuff around her wrist. Leaning back, he spanked her hard on one of her ass cheeks, making her scream. Then he hurriedly rolled her over. Ivy struck his cheek with her other palm, and William cuffed that one too. She was lying with her arms over her head and William’s full weight on her pelvis as he sat astride her hips.

William traced a finger between her breasts, which were spilling over the mauve fabric, and he cupped one roughly. “I do like your tenacity, Ivy. That will make the next couple of days quite interesting.” 

“I-I don’t understand what you want from me.”

“Yes, you do. When you stop lying, I’ll back off. But for now, you’re going to be at my mercy – completely.” He massaged the swell of both breasts.

A tremor shook her, but she couldn’t contain a moan. “Your mercy?”

William stood back up beside the bed and stripped his shirt, baring his entire naked upper body to her. Then he ripped her dress open to her stomach, allowing his palms to glide down her bare ribcage and flat stomach.

Ivy gasped, kicking air.

And he looked at her in warning. “Keep fighting and everything will be ten times worse.”

She went still, breathing hard.

His cock was rock-hard from revealing almost every inch of her skin. Then he tore the dress the rest of the way down so that it was laying open on either side of her body.

Ivy was wearing white linen underwear that covered way too much of her pussy and hips. He slipped his fingers under the fine material that protected her core from his touch. 

“Don’t!” she yelled and snapped her legs shut.

He smacked her pussy and she recoiled, tightening her legs.

Ignoring her plea, he tore the white fabric as well. Now, she was completely naked on his bed. William was leaking pre-come from studying her tight, smooth stomach, lean legs, and perfect small tits. Her body was meant to be ridden, hard and deep.