Sins of a Bad Boy (The Original Bad Boys Book 1) (12 page)

Jake and Ben apologized and hurriedly ran to the curb while William, the adrenaline of the previous hour still rushing furiously through his veins, only slowed his pace and grinned wickedly at the rider, who huffed and gestured to the sidewalk. “Move!”

“What’s the hold up?!” another male shouted, and a curtain was pulled aside to reveal a middle-aged gentleman.

The carriage was only moderately large, so William didn’t think this man was an aristocrat, or at least, he didn’t flaunt his wealth.

The rider kept up his slow pace, and the other man fastened his gaze on William’s smirk and locked eyes with him. He held back a smile, liking William’s audacity.

The moment William didn’t block their path anymore, the rider directed his horse into a trot. As the hoofs padded on the lane, William was all of a sudden distracted by a shrill noise coming from the alleyway next to a bakery.

“Wait! No!” William heard someone distantly yell.

He looked around to find Jake and Ben already gone, and he followed the noise into the alley to witness a boy shuffling someone against the wall. And by the high pitched scream, he could determine it was a girl.

“What are you doing?” William shouted, without thinking, and sped to them, tugging the boy’s arm away from an extremely young, frightened girl – she couldn’t be any older than seven, maybe eight. Shock was quickly replaced with astonishment when William met her huge dark blue eyes that were heavily lashed.

The boy hurled around and crowded him. “None of your concern! Do you want a beating too?”

“Try me,” William sneered and held his ground, motioning for the girl to run as he went head-to-head with her attacker. He saw her tresses swaying behind her as she ran out of sight.

Never backing down from a challenge, William reveled in this and immediately drew a fist into the boy’s face, causing him to stammer back and fall on his ass, clutching his bloodied nose.

“You’re pathetic, scaring little girls. If I ever see you again, I’ll fucking cut you.” William cracked his knuckles, turned on his heel, and walked away, only to come to a direct halt when he saw a shadow standing at the entrance of the alley.

Straightaway, terror crawled up his spine. He shouldn’t have helped the girl. He should’ve run just like Jake and Ben had.

But then, William saw that it was a gentleman. He was wearing a tall hat and had a cane in his hand, which he pointed at the boy who was crying softly. “Well done,” his deep voice rumbled.

William kept quiet and closed the distance reluctantly. His brows pulled together when he recognized the man as the one in the carriage.

“Charles Lindon,” he greeted and extended a hand.

William was shocked an adult would acknowledge his existence – since the poor orphans were often ignored – and even greet him, but he shook his proffered hand. “William.”

“Do you have a last name, William?” Charles wanted to know.

“Kade.” William never knew why he answered his question honestly.

“William Kade, I have a proposition for you.”

There was a kindness William thought he saw in the man’s eyes. Or maybe it was just William’s hunger for a father figure and his thirst for the help he knew he’d be needing in the near future, so he listened to Charles’s proposition, and eventually, accepted it, which paved a new path for him.

A situation that had seemed bleak just an hour ago changed the second he met Charles. And he vowed that he’d never go back to being poor and vulnerable again. He would never let another person hurt him again.

CHAPTER 13

William nuzzled her neck because he relished the heat her body exuded. 

“You cuffed me?!”

A jolt to his midsection. 

“Jesus Christ! Get off me. William. William!”

William squinted one eye open and rubbed his morning wood against a warm ass. Though that ass was not rubbing nicely back against him. Instead, a hand on his stomach was wildly attempting to push him off.

“What?!” he complained in agitation.

“William, wake up!”

When he heard her voice clearly, now that he was coming awake, he realized she was, of course, pissed that he’d bound her. “What, Ivy?”

“You fucking cuffed me?” she looked back over her shoulder as he lifted his head.

Oh yes, now he was wide awake and skated away from her as if she’d just burned him. 

What the hell was he doing spooning her?

Ivy rolled to her back and jerked her arm, rattling the cuff against the bedpost to try to regain his attention.

“Helloooo!” She shot him an incredulous look.

“Shut up for a minute,” he retorted, jumping up and holding her glare. He inhaled deeply, wanting to quickly assemble his jumbled thoughts.

He slept with her all night? In his bed? Spooning? This was not going how he’d planned it. 

“William!” she repeated with bite.

“What?!”

Ivy yanked the cuffs. “You cuffed me again? After you fuck me, you cuffed me?”

“That’s a correct observation,” he answered absentmindedly while adjusting his cock in his boxers. 

Ivy glanced at his hard-on before her glower shot back up to his face, and she asked pointedly, “Can you take them off?”

He inclined his head to the side and was momentarily distracted by the ivory sheets that were tangled around her waist so that her bare breasts with hard nipples were in his line of sight. Inwardly, he groaned when his dick twitched. This woman was going to be the death of him. He wanted to stick his cock in her pussy again. He wanted to chain Ivy up in Sins when no one was around and unleash his every depraved fantasy on her.

William shut his eyes tightly.

Focus. Stay focused.

He didn’t need to antagonize her and then have to start at step one all over again. Now, he needed to power ahead and wind her around his finger. 

“Yes,” he said as he rounded the bed after he got the key from the dresser to unlock her wrist.

Ivy was scowling at him while he sat on the edge of the mattress with her wrist in his lap, massaging her skin, and she let him. 

Again, her eyes were glazed over, and the red veins in the whites were unmistakably visible.

Had she been crying? 

Both of them were quiet. 

Neither knew what to say.

Neither ventured to speak. 

Just like the first time in Sins, when Ivy created an intimate moment as they kissed and viewed a threesome, she was crafting another such moment. The silence was far too intimate. And it intimidated William.

He cleared his throat, needing to break away. 

Brusquely, he released her wrist and stood. “I’ll be back later. Don’t forget to eat. You’ll join me in the fight club tonight.”

Amazement was directed at him, but she didn’t utter a syllable.

He fled into the bathroom and left after a hurried shower, adamantly avoiding her gaze that followed him out the door.

CHAPTER 14

After sparring with Silk that morning and trying to find a new alcohol distributor with Charles and Silk in the afternoon, William returned to his apartment to collect Ivy.

As he emptied a bag of clothes that he purchased for her onto the sofa, he yelled, “Ivy?!”

She came from down the hall in one of his shirts, of course.

Dammit, if she wasn’t extremely sexy in his too-large dress shirts with the sleeves rolled up above her elbows and the hem ending at her thighs.

“Hi,” she said, biting an apple. It was the first time she’d greeted him since he’d taken her three days ago. 

“Hey.” He motioned to the dresses, panties, stockings, and garters. “I bought these for you.”

She stopped mid-chew and gaped at the items strewn on the sofa. “This is all for me?” And blurted, “Why?”

His brows slowly rose. “Why?” 

She cocked her head. “Yes, why?”

“Would you rather walk around naked in the fight club and the sex club?”

“No,” she retorted and brushed by him, picking up one satin emerald dress with thin straps that was quite short. She caressed the smooth fabric with her thumb and assessed him, stunned that he’d bought her these expensive clothes. “What’s going on between us, William?”

She was becoming braver, but he ignored her question. Today was not the time to discuss it yet. 

“Pick one dress and wear the cloak. We’re going to the fight club.”

***

“I can just walk around while you fight?” she asked in a high tone, evidently waiting for the punchline as she attached the garter to the sheer black stockings underneath the emerald dress, her foot propped on the edge of his mattress in his underground room.

The room where he saw her naked for the first time.

The act was entirely too sexy, and William desired to bend her over and drive his cock into her ass with just those garters on. William knew she sought to seduce him with the beguiling move. They were both continually fighting to control their irregular interaction. He pushed the thought of fucking her away forcefully and decided to show her who was boss.

“Yes,” he expressed as he sat on his bed, his hip right next to her foot while he finished wrapping his hand.

Then he seized her ankle to place her foot on his thigh. “But...” His tone was soft;
he
was seducing
her
now. “A guard will be watching you, Ivy. Don’t even think about defying my orders. You’re to stay close to the ring so that I can see you at all times.” His fingers glided up her leg, toward the back of her knee, and up her inner thigh where he unclicked the garter.

“What are you doing?” she breathed.

Showing you that you’re under my spell, he thought as he rested her foot on the floor and loosened the other garter. Now he could slide her panties down, and he let them fall to the floor. He pulled her left leg up again from behind her knee, foot on his thigh, and reattached the garters while looking up at her.

“I want to be the only one to know that you’re walking around without panties. I want to be able to bend you over whenever I feel like it and eat your pussy without any barriers. And Ivy, you’ll let me because you can’t deny that you love my tongue inside you.” 

Ivy’s breath caught as he flicked her bare pussy with his thumb. Her hips rolled forward, and William was tempted to bury his face in her folds, but somehow, he managed to keep his composure. His palm skated up around her thigh, toward her ass, and he spanked her once to break the trance.

“Ouch!” She rubbed her bottom.

“Wear the cloak,” he insisted, ready to get going because he was primed to fight.

He needed to unleash the frustration of the last couple days. It was proving to be difficult to stay in character constantly. To remember to try to reel Ivy in by pretending they were forming a true connection and keeping focused on the end goal, which was still to get his money back without any retaliation from her father, Alfred. If Ivy was completely besotted with William when that time came, she wouldn’t want to get back at William.

She wrapped the satin black cloak around her shoulders, and William pulled up the wide hood, giving her a stern look as he threatened, “If I lose sight of you or find you talking to anyone, you’ll be punished in Sins.”

Ivy flinched visibly.

Fortunately, she was still frightened of William, even through her growing attraction to him. 

***

A guard was instructed to watch Ivy as she stood in the second row in front of the boxing ring.

The rounded club was much fuller than William had expected, spiking his anxiety as he speared Ivy with his gaze while warming up in his corner of the raised platform.

She stood still, her face shielded by the hood. 

A few men were around her, and the guard was behind her. William didn’t like the men so close to her, but he tamped that unexpected reaction down. Most of the women he’d fucked belonged to someone else. This unfamiliar sentiment was thwarting his state of mind. It upset him. Upset toward what or whom, he couldn’t specify. Was he irritated at Ivy, at himself, or at the men that were too close to her?

William banged his gloved hands together. It was imperative that he stayed focused now because tonight was an important fight. William was the favorite, and enormous bets were being placed on him. Only, little did they know that he would be defeated. It was a fixed fight so that Charles and William could keep all three floors afloat until Alfred and other creditors paid their debts to them. Cash flow was becoming an increasingly challenging problem.

“Let the match commence.”

The bell rang and the referee stepped out of the ring as cheering ensued.

William’s opponent, Colin, stomped to him aggressively. Colin was an Irish fighter who was slimmer than William, but he exuded strength and was only an inch or so shorter than William. William dodged his fist and side-stepped around Colin, striking him in the side. Colin hurled around and they danced around one another. William decided to welcome the next shot just as Colin gave him an uppercut that reverberated through his chin, making William stammer back. Then Colin punched his cheek. William’s head flew to the side as he spit blood with the force of the blow, and he saw a man standing very close behind Ivy.

Was the man talking to her?

The guard was on the other side of Ivy.

An anger that made no sense boiled inside of him. 

William recovered and jabbed Colin in his stomach, and when Colin slouched forward, William smashed his jawline. A bit too hard since Colin fell on his ass.

“Fuck!” William muttered, yet he took this opportunity to peek at Ivy again.

The man – he couldn’t clearly see his face – had dark hair and was indeed standing pressed against her. And it seemed her chin was pointed to her left, as if she was in a secret conversation with him.

Could Ivy be plotting an escape attempt? Would she do that?

Perhaps she wasn’t becoming as attached to William as he’d perceived. He had the distinct feeling that something was wrong. He had the distinct feeling that he was spiraling entirely out of control when it came to her. For a man who thrived on usually being calm and collected, he was none of that when it came to Ivy.

God help him, she was the most distracting woman he’d ever met. She was a treacherous temptation he didn’t need.

And as he turned his head back toward Colin, he saw the round tip of a boxing glove and was punched directly in his nose.

A collective gasp went through the crowd.

William heard a crack and fell onto his back. His vision blurred as pain shot through his skull.

“.....six, seven, eight.”

Rage was burning through William, and he should’ve stayed on the ground so he would lose – and make money. However, his fighter’s mind and body hungered for reprisal.

Without thinking, William lurched up, wiping his bloodied nose on his arm as the corner of his lip eased up cruelly.

Gritting his teeth, William lunged forward, seeming to go for Colin’s stomach, so Colin kept his hands low. Then at the last moment, William changed his angle and punched Colin’s temple with brutal force. As Colin fell down, William kicked his other temple and, finally, hit him with an uppercut, knocking Colin out.

The mass of people celebrated and chanted, “William! Unconquerable! William! Unconquerable!”

William’s harsh breathing didn’t settle as realization dawned on him. He was supposed to lose, but he’d done the opposite.

The cheers were deafening.

Where was Ivy?

He swiveled around, scanning the club until he settled on Charles, who pinned him to the spot with a strict frown. William had just cost them a fortune. He ignored Charles and searched for Ivy, finally spotting her near the entrance with the guard.

He hurriedly jumped through the ropes of the ring and beat a path through the crowd, slamming off the hands of random people that wanted to touch him and tearing off his gloves as he went.

Ivy turned just as he reached her, and her eyes widened when she saw his furious demeanor.

“Who were you talking to?” His fingers curled around her bicep.

“What? No one.” She attempted to break free from his uncompromising hold.

Instantly, William addressed the guard, “Who was she talking to?”

He looked surprised. “No one, sir.”

William’s jaw clenched. “You’re fucking fired! She was talking to someone while you, idiot, were standing next to her!”

“Mr. Kade, I assure you—”

“Get. Out. Of. My. Sight!” And William towed Ivy behind him, through the entrance, storming down the hallway.

This entire situation was causing him to lose his patience! If she’d asked someone for help or concocted a plan, he might have to set her free, and his body rebelled against that idea. He hardly wanted to consider it at all.

“William!” Ivy tried to wrench away from him unsuccessfully. “William!”

Her hood fell back as she was running to keep up with his pace. 

“William!” she bellowed again, and he came to a sudden halt, spinning around and slamming Ivy against the wall with his palms against her shoulders.

“Who were you talking to?” he spat in her face.

“No one! What’s wrong with you? Why do you think—”

“Stop fucking lying to me! I saw it! I’m sure you two were talking. And I want to know what you discussed and who that man was?!”

Her face contorted as if she wanted to cry in fear. 

“Don’t you dare cry! I told you what would happen if you talked to anyone. You’re fucking messing with my mind,” he revealed in anger.

It was an admission he shouldn’t have made, but pure dismay ruled his state at the moment. She started this devious game with him. She’d planted a wallet and stolen his money, which had led to her kidnapping, and now she was creeping into his mind, so much so that he couldn’t even concentrate during a fight.

Suddenly, Ivy lifted her chin. “You threaten me so often but never follow through.” And as soon as she’d said it, he could tell she was sorry she hadn’t held her arrogant retort in. 

They were back to provoking one another.

In response, he smiled at her maliciously. “Do I now? Well, let me follow through thoroughly. Because, baby, you’re lying through your teeth. And this time, you
will
tell me the truth before this night is over!”

William wasn’t going to play another game and hound her for the truth. He was sick and tired of playing nice and treating her with kid gloves when she was the one who chose to play with the big boys. He was positive she’d been talking to that man, and he wouldn’t allow her seductive exterior to sway him anymore. Ivy held his hard stare admirably, but he wasn’t being deterred by her distracting beauty. 

William pushed her forward again to the flight of stairs, going one floor up and striding down the corridor to Sins.

“No! Stop it! I’m not going into Sins with you now! I’ll scream for help!” She attempted to dig her heels into the concrete floor, but he just dragged her along. 

Upon entering, William pulled her hood up to conceal her face and said into her ear, “So scream. I’ll just say it’s part of my fantasy. Every woman screams in here.”

Just then, a few women squealed in pleasure of being whipped on the spank bench. And more moans came from the orgy happening on the velvet cushions in the center area. Limbs and tongues twisted and clashed while males and females were fingering slits as whimpers and sighs echoed off the walls. Men and women were licking breasts and pussies. Women were exchanged as they were being fucked in the ass, then flipped over and taken by others. Two women took turns stroking and sucking one man’s cock while he busily fingered a woman’s pussy in a similar rhythm. 

Ivy tried to pull her hood back with her right hand, but William caught her wrist and pinned it beside her body, then he wound an arm around her middle, holding her tightly against him.