Sins of a Bad Boy (The Original Bad Boys Book 1) (6 page)

“I’m going to ask this one more time. Why did you steal money from my partner’s office and where is said money?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! Do you have any proof that I stole your money?” she argued, remaining stubborn, even in her exposed position. 

William raked his finger over her foot and up her shin, skimming her knee, then over her thigh, stopping at her pussy that glistened with readiness, pink and wet. She had trimmed the hair around it, so it was almost bare except for a thin line.

“Lying will only get you into more trouble. I want my money back, Ivy.” He started to rub lazy circles as Ivy breathed raggedly. She was desperately trying to evade his touch, but after he pinched her clit, she suddenly thrust her hips up with a groan. She was seeking pleasure, and he wondered if she’d ever had an orgasm.

He was eager to play with her. William unfastened his pants and let them drop to the ground with his underwear. His cock was hard, pointing at Ivy as she stared at it, mesmerized. Dread and desire fought for attention in her body, just as his mind battled with his cock – his mind wanting to punish her for stealing his money and being a conceited bitch, his cock wanting to feel the depth of her tight heat.

“Have you ever been fucked, Ivy? You play the temptress – and I know you’ve been kissed – but I don’t think you’ve ever been fucked with the way you’re staring at my cock.” 

Her gaze flew up, away from his genitalia, and he smirked, content to have rattled her.

William inserted a finger into Ivy, rubbing her pussy with his thumb. She most definitely had been fucked, because he didn’t feel a barrier, and while she was tight, she wasn’t as tight as a virgin.

“Ah shit!” she moaned and cursed, closing her eyes to block William out.

William sought to humiliate her, to make her body shiver with an undesired wanting. “Have you ever been touched like this? You’re so wet. I excite you, don’t I, Ivy? And you hate it.” William plunged his finger in and out roughly, pushing her body up the bed with the force of his arm. Then all of a sudden, he couldn’t resist and bent his head, slicing his tongue along her slit.

“Fuck, fuck!” she whimpered and slammed her knees shut, his head locked between her legs. 

With simple force, he widened her legs and stood up again to see her throwing daggers at him while fighting her orgasm. 

She was completely flushed and pulled at her restraints, but her legs stayed wide open. “You’re an asshole and a womanizer!”

“And you are the most delicious thief I’ve tasted in a long time.” Then he started pumping his cock just as hard as he fingered her. 

Carnal pleasure rode William until he felt his shaft pulsing with his orgasm and spilled in violent spurts on her stomach.

A shadow of primitive satisfaction swept across his face. It was evil. It was devilish. And it shook Ivy to the core. But she still surrendered her body to him. She moaned and screamed, bucking against his hand.

So, she was a screamer. 

Obviously embarrassed, and most likely angry, about losing control, Ivy turned her head away from him, and William traced his semen down to her pussy and rubbed it there, painting on her in absolute silence.

Before he left the room, he told her, “You will stay like this with my mark on and in you. Do you know why?” William cupped her chin, turning her head so that she had to look him in the eye. “Because I own you now.” 

CHAPTER 6

William quickly dressed and got out of there, leaving Ivy alone in his room. After ensuring the door was locked, he headed down the dimly lit, narrow corridor to the elevator that would take him back to the first main floor, the gaming club where Charles’s office was. 

He inserted his special made key, one of two that only he and Charles had in their possession, into the lock in the elevator that was used by Charles and William alone. It opened solely with their keys and could take them to the two underground floors where his private room and the fight and sex clubs were located, to the first floor that housed the gaming club, and to the top floor where they each had apartments. There was a different elevator for the other residents in the high-rise.

William plowed both hands through his hair, not exactly knowing how to deal with Ivy. Not exactly understanding how he could’ve lost control to that extent, even though he felt that her provocation warranted his behavior.

Ivy was tightlipped and calculating in her actions. She had a spirit that he foresaw wasn’t easily broken. There was a hunger to fight in her. A hunger William recognized, since it was embedded in him too.

William rubbed his jaw, still smelling her on his hand. He was certain she was the thief. There was no other explanation. And he would force a confession out of her, one way or another. He’d risk a lot to get his money back. Especially from these two conceited, wealthy people, who had no business stealing and acquiring more fortune for themselves. But first, Ivy had to cave and confess so that he’d have proof. Then Alfred would be forced to surrender as well. If there’s one thing William detested, it was being stolen from, because he’d vowed when he was younger that no one would ever get the best of him again. He wasn’t a poor boy everyone could ignore anymore. Now, he had power, and ruthlessness resided in him. And he’d learned from Charles that one should always keep the upper hand.

Back on the first floor, William made his way behind the bar to Charles’s office, where he was sitting at his massive oak desk and waiting for an update.

“Well?” Charles inquired.

“She’s in my room. It was easy to take her, and no one saw me. But she’s adamantly denying my allegations and has a fighting spirit,” William declared.

Charles regarded William with tranquil interest. He knew William too well. “What did you do?”

“She tried to seduce me, so I gave her what her body asked for...” William casually rolled up his shirtsleeves to the elbow.

“What happened down there, William?” 

“Nothing,” he defended. “But she’s naked and cuffed to my bed now because first, she hit me with a glass and then, she smacked me.”

Charles slowly exhaled. “I need you to be careful with her. I’ve told you before that I don’t like this”—he waved a hand through the air—“vendetta you two have. You must stay focused.”

“I am. Don’t worry so much, old man. My sole objective is getting all our money back. But that doesn’t mean I can’t have fun in the meantime.”

Charles was quiet for far too long, but William didn’t budge under his scrutiny. 

“Fine,” Charles relented. “So now we wait for Alfred to contact us. However, you need to get a confession from her before Alfred comes to me. Perhaps you can use this vendetta you have to make her fall for you? Don’t be an ass; be the charismatic man I know you
can
be. I’ve seen the women gravitate to you. Just work that same magic on Ivy, because if she’s stubborn, she won’t yield unless emotions are involved. That’s how a woman’s mind works.”

William pushed one hand into his pocket, a little uncomfortable since he wasn’t planning on what Charles had just suggested. Yet, he knew it was a smart course of action. And this way, he could play with her more, which was something he wanted. “I’ll try. It’ll take some work though. I can’t just be Prince Charming to her tomorrow. She’s too smart. She’ll figure out what I’m doing.”

“Then it must be a gradual change. I don’t care how you do it, as long as she’s eating from your hand when her father contacts us so that she’ll admit their crime and choose our side.”

William bowed his head slightly in mock acceptance to his friend, warming to the idea.

Charles let out a laugh and gestured to the door. “Go work that charm on Ivy.”

CHAPTER 7

William spent the night in his own top floor apartment while Ivy was left bound and soiled on his bed in his private room.

And when he awoke at five a.m., the first thing he did was dress in a simple shirt and his boxing shorts and take the elevator back down to the underground.

With all the mayhem, he didn’t even think about how Ivy might’ve relieved herself in his bed since he kept her there for five hours. 

The elevator came to a halt at the second underground floor, the fight club. He walked to his room at the end of the hallway and swept inside.

Ivy’s scowl was immediately upon him. Still lying with her arms over her head and her naked body displayed on his sheets, that woman had the most tantalizing curves William had ever seen. 

“Good morning.” He stood beside the bed.

“I need to pee!” Ivy wriggled in her constraints and winced from soreness. 

William didn’t jump into action but leisurely leaned over her, amused, and planted both palms beside her ears. “I said
good morning
.”

She ground her teeth and kept quiet. 

So did he. 

“If you want me to urinate in your bed, I will,” she spat.

He stood back, folding his arms, and Ivy ogled the drawings on them.

“Then do so. You’re the only one who’ll regret it. You’ll sleep in your own urine tonight.” His voice was even. 

She flexed her legs in frustration but then slammed them shut and curled a bit into herself. Then she realized she had to cave a bit. “Please...”

It was said so softly that he almost didn’t catch it. William grinned and bent over her to unlock the cuffs with the key on his keychain. 

“Asshole,” she muttered under her breath when one wrist was loose.

Lightning fast, William took her wrist and cuffed it again.

“No! No!” Ivy objected. 

“What did you say?!” He threw her a brash smirk in reaction to her seething face.

“Nothing!” 

“Watch your language or you’ll stay cuffed here,” he warned, inflaming her even more.

She nodded her head reluctantly and capitulated. “Okay. Please just let me relieve myself.”

William hurriedly released her and massaged her wrists, but she jerked away and bolted up, rolling her neck and arms.

“Where...is the bathroom?”

This bedroom was just that – simply a room with a bed, nightstand, and two chairs, so he’d have to take her up to his apartment to use the bathroom. “Come with me.”

She looked at him, unsure, clearly wanting to say something. 

“Spit it out, Ivy,” William demanded.

“Can’t I get any clothes?”

No one would see her, but he didn’t divulge that piece of information. He had to reel her in gradually while maintaining a dominant position or else her fear would recede entirely and she’d never admit where his money was. 

“No.” William beckoned her into the hallway. “Move.”

With hesitant steps, she passed him, and he curled his fingers around her upper arm, guiding her to the elevator and up to his apartment in total stillness. Only their breathing filled the uncomfortable silence.

At the top floor, the door swooshed open into an expansive high-ceiling living room with a luxurious dark brown carpet and massive oak furniture. The left wall had shelves full of books and a rolling library ladder. The adjoining wall had six rectangular windows that overlooked the Loop.

On the right was a broad hallway, which William pushed Ivy through. All the doors were open except for one at the end of the hall, and Ivy peeked into each room as she passed. The first was the kitchen. The second one was filled with William’s workout equipment. The third was a bedroom, and the fourth had the closed door. William turned the knob and led Ivy inside.

It was the master bedroom, and William watched her hasty inspection of the large room, which had a chaise lounge beneath two gigantic rectangular windows that were draped with heavy ivory curtains. When she noticed the rumpled satin sheets on the canopied bed that was exactly like the one in his fight club room, a blush darkened her cheeks.

Was she thinking of their sexual encounter last night? He was; he thought of it incessantly.

 The bed also had the same ivory sheets and curtains hanging from the frame – it was William’s favorite bed. Up until the day he met Charles, he’d slept on thin mattresses that always hurt his back and deprived him of a good night’s rest. Nowadays, he made sure he had the most deluxe bed to sleep in. And he always wanted a thick, soft mattress. 

William noted that Ivy wasn’t walking slumped over anymore to try to hide her nakedness. And he could feel the heat coming from her.

“You may bathe.” His bathroom was equipped with the latest modern plumbing, and he pointed to the adjoining washing room and parked himself on the edge of his bed.

Ivy cautiously stepped inside and looked around, spotting the marble Grecian bathtub on the right and the toilet and cabinet with mirror on the other side.

He heard her relieve herself, and then she didn’t make another move.

William released a heavy breath before he got up and entered the bathroom.

Ivy was standing right in front of the tub, and she didn’t flinch when he rested his palms on the flare of her hips. 

“I can wash you,” he offered, since he’d definitely like to touch her intimately again. 

“No!” she snapped. “I need a towel, and can I close the door?”

William took a white towel from the sink cabinet behind him and placed it on the edge of the tub, then he sat down there. “No, you may not close the door. You have ten minutes to bathe, Ivy.” 

“Are you staying?” she probed in disbelief.

William turned on the faucet and started to fill the bath for her. “Yes.” His gaze raked over her pussy, up her stomach and mouthwateringly rosy nipples and stopped at her pink lips. “I think we’re past the point of being shy.” Then he met her eyes. “My fingers have been inside you, and I’ve already tasted your sweet pussy.”

A shiver went down her spine, and she bit her lip. Ivy was holding back a scathing remark, probably afraid he would take her downstairs again without giving her the opportunity to wash.

William was slightly disappointed that she held it in, because he preferred their banter. Yet he could’ve sworn that it wasn’t a shiver of fear, but a tingle of yearning he saw. William now had his confirmation that this lady was driven by repressed sexual desire. If she’d been afraid of him last night, he wouldn’t have been able to make her come – of that, he was certain. 

As she stared at him, he heard Charles’s voice in his head telling him to work his charm, so William held out his hand, trying to be chivalrous under these odd circumstances. But then again, both of their behaviors had been strange. 

Someone like Ivy, who’d lived a sheltered, aristocratic life, should be more frightened. But William could see how strong she was, and that was unsettling.

And William shouldn’t have brought her to his apartment, which he wouldn’t have if he hadn’t been stupid enough to come on her stomach the previous night. But he needed her clean for his upcoming plans.

William was glad when she didn’t take his offered hand but stepped inside the tub with her back to him – probably to shut him out – but she’d just given him a magnificent view of her ass and pussy when she angled forward slightly to sit down. He couldn’t help but give her a swat.

“Ouch! You ass!” She hurriedly sank down into the water.

“Then don’t present that luscious behind of yours on a silver platter,” he commented unapologetically. 

“I did no such thing...I-I just want...” at a loss for words, she faltered at trying to defend herself.

It pleased William that her spunkiness was creeping back to the surface. 

She effectively blocked him out by facing the wall while washing herself with a cake of soap.

William enjoyed the view of the graceful slant of her neck, down her spine, and the swell of her ass that was visible in the clear water.

After minutes of silence, she uttered, “What do you want from me, William?”

“I’ve told you that, Ivy. Where’s the money you stole from Charles’s office?”

“And I told you that I don’t have it. I don’t even know what you’re talking about. What’s your plan for me?” She grabbed the towel, throwing him a glower over her shoulder, and stood to dry herself. Then she swiveled around, her pussy level with his face.

William realized she was back to seducing him. And his cock was definitely paying attention, because his blood was furiously rushing down south. He’d take this opportunity to make her think she was successful in tempting him. The start of his plan to get her into his corner.

“You can’t just keep me here. People will be searching for me,” she said with a tremor in her voice that made William wonder if she wasn’t confident that her family would be looking for her. 

He tilted his chin up. “Ivy, if you continue to play dumb regarding my money, I’ll refuse to answer any of your questions. But I will tell you this”—he splayed both his large hands on her hips—“you intrigue me.” And he pushed his nose into the soft flesh of her stomach, prompting a gasp from her.

The towel fell from her grasp and into the water with a splash. She tightened her hands in his hair and tugged his head back, then dug her nails into his scalp. Once again, she was doing the one thing he detested, breaking his first rule of fighting – no scratching.

Before she got a chance to draw blood, William jumped up and she released his hair, startled. He saw red, and his anger overruled his initial plan to start to soothe and seduce her. No, he was furious now since this was the second time she’d scratched him.

He grabbed her shoulders and towered over her, lifting her up like she weighed nothing and placing her on the floor. He then leaned in close to her face. “Don’t ever scratch me again. You won’t like how I retaliate.”

She blinked at his sudden outburst and stiffened.

He needed to get away before he did something else to mess up his plans even more. “You’ll be allowed to stay up here, but there’s no escape for you. I expect you to eat something from the kitchen. If you break or destroy any of my belongings, I’ll drag you down to the underground and ensure you won’t see the light of day for weeks. Do you understand me, Ivy?”

With round eyes, Ivy nodded, and he let go of her, making her stumble back.

“Behave or you’ll be sorry.” He looked at her with absolute contempt. “You can work those seduction skills you wanted to use on me tonight.”

She was stock-still and whispered, “What do you mean?”

A malicious smile was her answer along with William’s parting words, “Because you’ll be in the sex club.” And he charged out to the elevator that only worked with his key, stepping inside to get away from her. To regain some calm.

***

William stormed into Charles’s office on the first floor. 

He needed to cool down from his encounter with Ivy. That woman equally fascinated him as much as she exasperated him.

“What happened?” Charles, looking up from writing in the ledger, asked him from behind his desk.

“She scratched me again! That pisses me off to no end!” William raked back the stray hairs that were falling over his forehead and dropped into the chair across from Charles.

“You said yourself she’s spirited. It’ll take some time to either break or seduce her, William.” Charles came around the desk and perched on the edge, taking the top off a decanter and pouring freshly squeezed juice into two glasses. He handed one to William. “You need to stay calm when it comes to her. If she doesn’t fall in love with you, we’ll have major issues whenever it’s time to release her. I told you this last night; you need stay focused. She’s just a means to an end. She’s just our pawn, and you need to place her in the right position. Your volatile behavior will probably make her hate you more; therefore, it’ll push her away. Although, it’s also your arrogant attitude that attracts the ladies, so your behavior could equally intrigue her.” Charles lifted his brows in quick succession, causing William to laugh. 

“You need to find some common ground with her. I can see that she interests you, and I’m fine with that. Toy with her as you wish, as long as you keep in mind that she needs to get us our money back.”

They sipped their juice. 

“And after doing the books, I can tell you that we need to have a profitable opening night and many more to come if we don’t collect from Alfred Ravensdale.” He took William’s drink and set it on his desk. “Come with me. We’ll do one final round in Sins to check to make sure everything is set up perfectly.”