Sins of a Bad Boy (The Original Bad Boys Book 1) (8 page)

“No! You can’t do that, William!” she protested with trembling lips.

On the bed, the girl was being penetrated by both men now. Both slamming inside her as one nibbled her neck and the other kissed her mouth.

“Ivy,” he murmured as he fondled his way up the split of her dress and inched closer to her core, sensing she was becoming intoxicated by the atmosphere. His palm was still rubbing her stomach.

“Hmmm,” she all but purred, and his cock came to life.

William knew in that instant that he would push her sensual limits. That he’d probably not be able to stop touching her. Things were bound to get tumultuous.

He didn’t have this issue with his employees or other half-naked females. But Ivy did something inexplicable to him. Something he was positive she also felt or else the events of last night wouldn’t have happened; they wouldn’t have come together. Ivy had dark and hidden desires.

She was becoming a distraction instead of simply being his leverage. For William, there was only one way to banish his wayward thoughts. He needed to fuck her. Hard and brutal. He wanted her sheathed on his cock. And he would go far beyond his original plan for her.

He didn’t say anything else because his voice might have jolted her back to reality. 

Her chest was heaving. It was evident she was tantalized by all the sex that was around them, and the alcohol was rapidly loosening her up. This was what he’d hoped for. This was the first step in his plan to get her to open up to him. And he and his dick didn’t mind the next step whatsoever.

William’s fingers slid over the thin line of hairs running down her pussy, and he parted her lips to find her soaking wet. As Ivy continued to watch the blonde being fucked in her pussy and ass, all her weight fell back against William, and he kissed his way up the side of her neck and bit her earlobe, all while circling her entrance. 

Ivy gripped his arm that held her around her middle, absentmindedly tracing the chains in his tattoo. Her touch was sweet and utterly turning him on with all the debauchery surrounding them.

She was being dragged into William’s fantasy, briefly forgetting her circumstances, driven by lust as well.

William nipped her jaw, and when Ivy turned her head, he claimed her mouth, demanding entry that she had no choice but to give. He was pulling her against the rigid length of his erection and slid his finger inside her, one inflexible thrust, then his tongue invaded her mouth. Massaging and tasting. Teasing and tempting.

William groaned as she opened her legs wider and he grazed her inner walls, thrusting his finger. In and out. Wild and rough. With a stiff cock pushing against her ass, his palm skimmed up to cup her breast, and he added another finger as she whimpered loudly and broke their kiss. Her forehead rested against his, and he wanted to demolish the intimacy she was creating while meeting his thrusts, yet, he didn’t want to stop. But William didn’t fuck in public. 

“You love my fingers inside of you. Have you fantasized about fucking me?”

She didn’t answer.

“Come, Ivy. I don’t want people to see you anymore,” he growled and pulled her to the bed next to the threesome.

William removed the rope from his wrist and propelled Ivy onto the bed on her stomach. He then knotted it to the bedpost, keeping it long enough so that she could move up and down the bed.

She was watching him with half-lidded eyes as he untied the silver cords and closed the curtains so that no one could see him with her. 

The sounds of sin and sex ricocheted around them.

William crawled up Ivy’s body, bunching her dress up and removing it, along with the mask. She was still on her stomach, and he raked his teeth down her spine and the swell of her ass, biting her as he parted her cheeks and skimming his tongue up her pussy. Ivy moaned, sliding one knee up the sheet toward her stomach.

William snaked his arm around her thigh that was cocked up, guiding her to lift a little, and when she did, giving him a magnificent view of her glistening pussy. Then he pushed his mouth between her legs from behind. 

“Oh, fuck!” Ivy groaned and pushed back against his face.

William consumed her, trying to keep her bucking body somewhat still with his arm locked around her thigh, but it was impossible. He tasted, then licked. He fucked her hard with his tongue, sucking and biting, circling her clit.

All the while, his cock was leaking, and he craved to release inside her sweet pussy. But first, he wanted to bring her over the edge. To the brink of sanity. Because what they were doing was insane. They were captor and captive wanting to fuck one another. 

When she rasped his name and circled her hips against his face, she peaked, quivering in bliss.

Surprisingly, her moans didn’t bother him like they usually did with other women, but they spurred him on. William drew her entire clit inside his mouth and lapped her up and down a few times before she went slack. With legs wide open, breathless and depleted, she lay on the bed, unmoving. 

“Your turn,” he ordered as he kicked off his pants and kneeled up, stroking his cock.

Ivy rolled over to her back. His fingers tangled in her hair as his other hand gripped the base of his cock. He placed both knees on either side of her face, resting the tip at her lips. Then he fisted her hair, and Ivy moaned instead of protesting. 

“Suck it, Ivy.”

Her tongue sneaked out, and she licked the head of his dick. And when her lips parted, he plunged inside. Then he retreated to push back in while keeping a tight grip in her curls. Not even half of his thick length fit inside her mouth, but she relaxed her throat so that he could go deeper.

He growled, and she whimpered and was writhing on the bed as he fucked her mouth relentlessly. Brutally. Ivy gagged as he hit the back of her throat, and when her teeth scraped his skin, he felt his balls tightening.

“Ahhh! Baby, suck harder.”

She took him into her mouth as hard and deep as possible, eliciting an explosive orgasm. He came with a roar of pleasure and slumped forward with both palms on the mattress, cock still inside her mouth.

Little by little, he withdrew. 

Then, unexpectedly, the curtain opened. And it shifted their mood like an earthquake.

Ivy snapped her legs shut and grabbed the dress to cover herself.

“What the fuck!” On instinct, William shielded Ivy with his body, lying atop her.

Her face was flushed with mixed emotions as she realized what they’d just done.

William turned his head to find a brunette. “Go away! And close the curtain.”

The woman, who was naked, arched a brow. “I’d recognize your growl of pleasure anywhere, William. And you promised me alone time if I’d come tonight. Can I join you?”

William did recognize her, some lady he’d sweet-talked into an expensive membership. He’d fucked her ass in the garden at some party.

Even so, he clenched his jaw, enraged that his moment with Ivy had been interrupted. This was going to ruin his plan.

 ”No! Leave! Now!” he thundered.

The brunette recoiled, yet he saw ire blazing to the surface. Nonetheless, she backed away.

The curtain fell closed again, and Ivy was beating her fist against his chest.

“Get off me!” 

Was that jealousy he noted in her fuming eyes?

William rolled over and rubbed his hand down his face. His best course of action would be to take her to his apartment right now. No talking; give her time to process why she allowed him to go so far.

After he untied her from the bedpost, she threw on her dress and ignored him.

“Let’s go.” His tone was direct, and she followed him as he opened the blue curtain along the wall, exposing another door, which he unlocked with the key from his pocket.

They strode through another corridor and William explained, “Only Charles and I use this hallway that leads to the elevator. The customers use the staircase that takes them from the gaming club to the two underground floors.”

Why he said it, he didn’t know. She didn’t even acknowledge his existence as they returned to his bedroom in his apartment. 

Ivy curled up on the bed, retreating into herself, and William decided not to restrain her just yet. She blocked him out with her back to him as he lay beside her.

Eventually, her breathing evened out while he stared at the ceiling, considering the night’s events.

CHAPTER 9

Dawn broke, and the first rays of sunlight streamed through the ivory curtains.

Wakefulness started to pull at William’s mind. Was someone stroking his hip? In the distance, there was a faint rattle, and his eyes flew open just in time to witness Ivy kneeling on the floor beside his bed, pulling his keychain from his pants pocket.

For a split second, time was suspended. William’s sleepy gape was confused, and Ivy’s blue eyes were round with fear. He couldn’t believe he’d fallen asleep without restraining her. He could, however, believe that she had the guts to defy him, even knowing how explosive he could be, and seized her chance to leave.

Abruptly, she lurched from the room, escaping with the keys, and he bolted up.

“Ivy!!!” He ran down the hall after her as she sprinted forward.

She made a sharp turn to the left and, with trembling hands, tried to fit the key in the lock, but it didn’t work. Then the next one didn’t work either. The keychain had four keys. At this rate, she’d never be able to open it in time.

William lifted her off her feet with his arm around her waist and stepped backward.

“Let me go!” Ivy yelled and kicked air, making William lose his balance.

She held the keys in a death grip to her chest as he tried to pry them from her.

William stumbled onto the sofa and rolled over, trapping Ivy beneath him on her stomach, their furious breathing filling the room.

“Give me the keys,” he hissed into her ear.

“No!”

They were pressed under her, and he couldn’t retrieve them in their current position.

“Ivy, I swear to god, I’ve been patient and nice up to this point, but if you don’t give me my keys back, then I’ll force you to work at Sins tonight. You’ll be fucked by anyone and everyone!”

“You asshole!”

Where did this lady learn to cuss so freely?

“Last chance. Give. Me. The. Keys.” William pushed up on his elbows so she’d have room to slide her hand from underneath her.

She didn’t move a muscle.

“You’ll regret your decision.” Cool fury underlined his clipped words.

He was crushing her with his weight, and from her contorted expression, he knew she was in pain. He also realized she’d be too weak to truly hurt him if he got off her quickly and then grabbed the keys from her. So, hastily, he moved off of her and kneeled on the floor, wedging his hand between her chest and the sofa, where she was holding the keys. His other palm gripped her bicep. But her finger was curled into the keyring.

“Let it go or I’ll break your finger,” he warned.

She didn’t move, so he tugged at the ring.

“Shit!” she cried out in pain and reclined back, releasing the keys.

William snatched the keychain from her and pocketed it.

Ivy slapped both sides of his head and attempted to scramble backward on the sofa.

He dragged her to the floor on her back and rolled on top of her with his legs between hers, holding both her wrists in one hand above her head. Then he curled his ankles around hers to stop her from moving entirely.

“Jesus Christ, you don’t give up, do you?” he spat. “You display some pretty unladylike behavior.” William wondered where she’d learned to be so feisty. Of course, he understood that her circumstances warranted her violent conduct, but he was startled at the ferocity of her actions. He’d never met a woman with such a will to fight.

“Now, you’ll work at Sins tonight.”

“I will never do that…” she trailed off.

And he realized exactly why. “You won’t get a chance to ask for or scream for help, because I’ll gag you.”

She stared at him, and it was impossible to read her. William hated how confusing she was and how he couldn’t seem to predict her next move. The only upper hand he had with her was sex. So he used it, rotating his hips against her core and latching on to her waist. The dress was bunched up right above her hips, so she was lying with her naked pussy against him.

Her hidden desire needed to be awakened, just as he’d done in Sins the previous night. He wondered who’d taught her to suck cock and seduce men.

She was obviously not a virgin, yet she clearly hadn’t been satisfied with her previous partners or else she wouldn’t react so easily to William. She brought out a wide array of conflicting emotions in him, but he still wanted to watch her ride his cock. Sometimes he didn’t know whether he wanted to strangle her or fuck her brains out.

“Tell me, Ivy. What did you think would happen after you had the key? Did you honestly believe you could hide from me?” William unfastened his pants and took out his hardening cock. “I’ll find you anywhere.” He rubbed the length of his dick against her pussy and smiled when she let out an involuntary moan.

“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.