Sins of a Bad Boy (The Original Bad Boys Book 1) (14 page)

“Fuck me harder,” he ordered, then spanked both swells of her ass and snagged her wrists, securing them behind her back.

She did as told, and her body moved subtly as she circled her hips.

“You feel much too good riding my cock, Ivy.” And he pushed his hips up, meeting her thrusts.

Her back arched with every surge and withdrawal, and he let go of her wrists. Ivy dug her fingers into his pectorals and scratched her nails down his chest as William raked his hands down her back and she gyrated on his cock, building and building toward her second orgasm.

William groaned, “Give me your breast. I want to suck your nipple, Ivy.” 

She obeyed, and as soon as she bent forward, he drew her nipple into his mouth as she circled her hips and shattered magnificently. Ivy threw her head back while William bit her nipple and guided her ass back and forth to prolong her orgasm. Her peak splintered, and she fell against his chest.

After seconds of catching her breath, she sat back up, completely flushed, and William lifted her off.

Ivy lay down on her side, and William pushed her onto her stomach, hissing, “I’m not done with you yet.”

He tongued his way down her hip. Then he drew her up roughly onto her knees, and instead of keeping her in that position, he sat back on his haunches and lifted her so that she straddled his hips, her back pressing against his chest. William prodded her wider with his thighs and nudged the head of his cock against her pussy, thrusting inside.

Ivy’s arms twined back around his neck as she bowed her back and he held her waist, driving his cock into her wet core as his lips grazed up the side of her neck and behind her ear, taking her lobe between his teeth. His cock throbbed with every thrust into her flexing and willing body.

Then William’s hand found her clit. “Come once more, baby.”

“I can’t,” she whimpered but bounced on his cock and gripped his hair, so he cupped her breast and circled her clit faster, starting to feel her walls clench again as he dragged her through more spiraling depths of sensations.

“Please...” she begged, and William pinched her nipple and clit, causing another climax.

She screamed and thrashed before she fell back against him. 

Immediately, William moved her off of him. “Suck me, Ivy,” he ordered, sitting in the same position. 

She bent forward, took his cock in hand, and wrapped her lips around him, pumping the base as she sucked the crown. Her fingers were barely able to wrap around his thick length. 

William weaved his hands into her hair and gathered it into a ponytail, holding her head as she bobbed up and down, sucking and licking the head. Then he felt his release coming from deep in his groin, vicious in its intensity. He pumped wildly inside her mouth, and his cock swelled. His seed coated the back of her throat as he came with a guttural groan. His orgasm scorching in its immensity.

“Swallow,” he demanded and popped out of her mouth while slowing his uneven breaths.

Her throat worked as she did as ordered, and he tugged her up by her hair. They kissed feverishly before William flopped back on the mattress, arms spread wide, from pure exhaustion.

Ivy collapsed as well with her head on his chest.

He didn’t move as she curled against him while he stared at the overhead canopy.

He had never felt desire like this. Inescapable. Explosive. Dangerous.

CHAPTER 15

Time ticked by slowly as Ivy fell asleep with her head on William’s chest.

He’d been through a myriad of emotions, all equally unsettling. The intimacy she kept creating was starting to become less and less undesirable, but more and more troublesome.

Ivy stirred, crooking her leg over his hip, and her bare pussy rubbed against his thigh.

“Fuck!” William grumbled as she surrounded him completely, and his cock swelled from having her luscious, naked body draped over him.

He wiped a hand down his face and couldn’t seem to control his next action. His fingers started to brush stray curls from her forehead, and he rested the other hand on the curve of her hip, skimming up and down.

It was the very first time William had ever cuddled with a woman and allowed her to be so close to him without fucking. It was pleasing, yet disconcerting, to have her body heat blanketing him. The simple act was utterly calming to the rampant thoughts flying through his mind. It was confusing how she offered him comfort with such a small gesture.

Ivy was also the first woman who’d never asked about the marks on his side. The scars from beatings with the hot iron that had blemished his skin and left faint, permanent marks. An everlasting reminder of how he’d never go back to being vulnerable and poor.

Promptly, William stopped touching her and clutched his hair, messing up the strands. How could he forget that this all started because
she
stole
his
money.

Out of the blue, he heard Charles’s voice in the club, which had quieted down. “Silk, have you seen William?”

“He was here earlier, but I don’t know where he is now,” Silk answered.

William sighed and moved Ivy off of him without waking her. Then he slipped into his boxers and stepped out through the dark blue curtains, keeping them closed so no one saw Ivy.

Charles was standing at the bar and advanced on William the second he spotted him. Completely dressed in black trousers and a grey dress shirt, Charles stood out from everyone else in the club.

“We need to talk,” Charles said, his voice quite low. He was livid but held it in since there were still some clients in the club.

“Later. I know you want to talk to me about the fight, but right now, I’m trying to contain the mess I made by winning it.”

William wanted to let Charles know that he knew the error of his ways when he won the fight earlier tonight. But apparently, that didn’t register with Charles.

Charles leisurely scanned William’s tousled state and chided, “Do you now? It seems that you’ve only been busy fucking Ivy’s brains out for the last hour and not doing anything to
contain
this mess you created.”

Both men glared at one another in silence, until Charles broke their stare and rubbed his temples, looking at the floor while he carried on, “William, we...really need to talk
now
.”

In that moment, Charles seemed much older, and William was unable to deny his friend and mentor.

“Okay, but I can’t leave here.” William glanced over his shoulder at the bed Ivy was sleeping in. “She...” She’s without any clothes, he wanted to say. Instead, he ended his sentence with, “She’s unrestrained.”

Charles waved off his comment. “Fine. Let’s talk at the bar; this place is emptying anyway.” And he preceded the way to perch on a stool, and William joined him.

Charles tone softened when he saw William was clearly bothered. “What happened during the fight?”

William leaned his forearms on the bar counter. “I’m not sure. I just couldn’t hold myself back against Colin.” Suddenly, William straightened his back. “Fuck! I have to talk to the guard who was with Ivy during the fight before he leaves. I fired him.”

Charles drummed his fingers on the counter. “What do you need to say to him?”

William dropped his head in his hands and relayed, “While I was fighting, I was certain I saw her talking to a man, or the man talking to her. She claims he only asked why she was wearing a cloak and that she told him to go away. I need to verify her story because if she did talk to that man and perhaps asked for help, then we have an even bigger problem now.” And he turned his head to finally meet Charles’s gaze.

“She’s telling the truth,” Charles said. “The guard came to me after you fired him and told me the same story Ivy told you, so she isn’t lying.”

A dampened sense of relief flitted through William. Until now, he’d still worried deep inside that she was lying.

“What else did the guard say to you?” William was eager to know.

“He asked if I could overturn your decision.”

William arched a brow in silent inquiry.

“I said I couldn’t. It’s your choice, William. You know I don’t overrule you in our business choices unless something is unwarranted.”

“This was warranted. He was supposed to ensure no one spoke to her. He failed, so he’s fired.”

“Fine. Then that’s solved, since I told him to leave the premises anyway.”

“Good,” William muttered.

“Regarding our most important problem at the moment; you cost us a fortune tonight. How the hell are you going to – as you stated – ‘contain’ this mess when there’s nothing left to contain after I’ve had to pay out so many bets. Why couldn’t you hold yourself in check?” Charles gave a sideways glance to the bed where William had left Ivy. “It’s because of
her
, isn’t it? There’s something between you two?”

William exhaled heavily and scratched his stubble, uncomfortable with the direction this conversation was heading.

“William, I know it’s difficult for you, but I sense you’re more on edge than usual. As your friend, I’m asking you to be honest with me. What’s going on between you two?” Charles pressed.

William met his concerned countenance. “I don’t know what it is between us, Charles. She just has me so intrigued.”

“I know. I even noticed that before we took her. I can tell that she’s attracted to you – a lot, or else she would’ve attempted to escape more often. What I want to know is if you’re attracted to her?”

William didn’t need to ponder that. “I am.”

“Is that attraction going to be an issue when it’s time to finalize our plan?” Charles asked in all seriousness.

“No,” he replied with conviction.

Ivy had only been in his life for a couple of weeks. She’d only been with him at the high-rise for three days. He could walk away when the moment arrived. And William also realized that she was in an utter state of confusion like he was. He still couldn’t figure her out.

So he added, “I don’t trust her with the way she submits so easily. I just want this to be finished sooner rather than later.”

“I don’t trust her either. Don’t you forget that when she’s back in her own world, her loyalties will lie with them unless you tread carefully now. At least she’s falling for you hard and fast, which was our plan. At one point – after Alfred has finally contacted us – you need to breach the subject of our money again. But by then, she has to be completely infatuated with you.”

“I’m on course regarding that, aren’t I?” he said snappishly, but he didn’t know why.

Charles disregarded his comment. “About your win tonight, we’re even lower on cash now. You’ll need to fight some more, okay?”

William knew Charles meant a few fixed fights to win extra money and replenish what they lost because of William tonight. “Yes. Set them up and tell me which dates.”

“I’ll—”

He was cut off by a low shout, a male’s voice coming from the bed next to the one Ivy was in.

William jumped up, and Charles also followed the sound.

William drew open the curtains and spotted a distressed, naked blond male on the bed, bent over a woman who was lying motionless on her back.

“I-I...don’t know what happened,” the man slurred with huge, unfocused eyes. He was drunk.

Silk also came running up to the bed. “What seems to be the problem?”

The man had gotten up from the bed and was backing away slowly.

“Hold him,” William ordered Silk, and Silk grabbed his cuffs from the back waistband of his slacks.

Charles and William exchanged a look, and William climbed onto the bed. He bent down, his ear to her mouth to check her breathing. There was none.

“What the hell did you do to her?” William rebuked as Silk told the man to put on his boxer briefs and then cuffed his wrists behind his back.

“I didn’t do anything,” he defended, shock written all over his face.

William pressed two fingers right underneath her earlobe and spoke. “She’s dead.” To make sure he was correct, he pressed his palm against her chest and pressed several times, endeavoring to resuscitate her.

After a minute, he gave up. “She’s gone.”

Charles stood with his hand in his pocket, his eyes darting from the woman to the perpetrator. “It seems that we have a major problem here, Mr. Dechamps.”

Oh, this was the father of Jeremy, William’s rival fighter. William didn’t even recognize him. Granted, he’d only met him once. This was the man who was arranging a political marriage for his son.

William examined the bruises on the girl’s throat. “Did you choke her?” he asked Dechamps with disgust.

Dechamps was frantically looking at the men. “No! We were just playing!”

“Yes, you did, you idiot!” William scolded and covered the girl with a sheet. Then he got off the bed, standing next to Charles.

“This is quite problematic,” Charles whispered to William. “Who is she?”

He shrugged. “Not one of our female employees.”

“Who’s the girl, Dechamps?” Charles demanded to know.

Dechamps was so drunk that Silk was practically holding him up.

“A…a street-whore I brought with me,” Dechamps replied and gripped his hair. “I didn’t mean to hurt her that badly. She...she said she could handle it.”

“But it’s your responsibility to ensure your partner is safe,” Silk explained in a severe voice.

“What do we do?” William asked Charles.

Charles turned his head to the empty club. “Silk, did anyone else hear Dechamps scream or see what happened?”

“No, the last client left right before I heard him shout.”

“We need to get rid of the body. But let Dechamps sober up first. We can’t discuss anything with him when he’s this inebriated. We also need to find out where exactly he picked her up and who saw him entering Sins with her.” Charles instructed Silk, “Keep him here and watch over him. He needs to sober up.”

Silk nodded and yanked Dechamps to the bar to make him drink lots of water.

“Oh shit. Ivy!” William all of a sudden remembered that she could be a witness as well and went to the next bed to open the drapes. “What the hell?”

William whirled around, panic rising in his chest, and announced disbelievingly, “She’s gone.”

He ran around Sins with Charles on his trail, checking every inch of the area.

“Where the hell could she have gone?” Charles scanned the room once more.

William sprinted back to the bar. “Silk, Ivy’s gone. She was on the bed with me next to the one Dechamps was using.”

Silk exhibited a guilt-ridden look while scratching his scruffy beard.

Charles was still eerily calm. “Silk, where do you think she went?”

“The back entrance is open. I had to haul the drunk people out.”

“This is becoming such a clusterfuck!” William whisper-shouted, rattled to his core.

The entrance was behind the curtain that lined the wall near the bed he and Ivy had occupied. She was aware of the location of that door and hallway because they’d used it the first night he brought Ivy to Sins.

William raced to the back, opened the curtain, and went through the door.

The corridors were all interconnected, so depending on how much of a head start Ivy had, she could’ve been upstairs already. Or even outside. And she was practically naked, wearing just garters and stockings, since William had torn her cloak and dress.

William was hurrying forward in the dimly lit, narrow hall until he came to a fork. Not knowing which direction to take, he was about to yell Ivy’s name when he stood very still, closed his eyes, and held his breath.

Silence.

But then, he detected something. A faint bang of some sort.

William rounded the corner, moving toward the sound, and he sprinted to the end that split two ways again. Checking left and right, he listened for additional noises.

A sob reached his ears. It was soft, but he definitely heard it.

“Ivy?! If you come to me now, I’ll be lenient. If I have to drag you back, you’ll be very sorry!”

He continued left in this maze of corridors, agitated as hell, but also with a hint of dread about what Ivy’s next move would be. He could scarcely breathe as he marched on.

“Ivy?!”

Unpredictably, she responded, “She was dead!” with a trembling voice that betrayed the fear she must be suffering being lost and alone in the darkened passageways.