Sins of a Bad Boy (The Original Bad Boys Book 1) (9 page)

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 showed 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?”

One arm that was around William’s neck dropped down, and she stared at her torn dress.

William held her tight and smoothed her hair from her face.

“It’s okay. I’m not mad at you.” His hard stare shifted to Silk. “Where the fuck were you?”

“I only left for a minute to help one of the girls untie herself. I told Ivy to stay put.”

Markson protested, so Silk pressed his hand harder against his mouth and held his hair in a death grip.

William looked down at Ivy. “Did Markson force you?”

“Yes.” Her voice was steady now; her tears had subsided, making way for anger. “He yanked me to the bed. I was completely overwhelmed and didn’t know what to do. I told him that I didn’t work there, and then he laughed, saying that he was getting hard because of how well I was in character. That he’d ordered a girl who would protest, just like I did. I kept telling him to stop.”