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

by Naomi, Soraya

  His statement made her freeze instantly, even though she had no idea that he meant his sex club.

  They glared at one another in bristling silence.

  “Get up,” William ordered and sat back down in the chair, taking his drink in hand. “Stand in front of me.”

  When she refused to obey, he barked, “Now!”

  Reluctantly, she complied.

  “I want you to undress,” he directed in an even tone.

  “What?!”

  “You’re going to stay here for a while, so you’d better do as I say,” he advised cruelly.

  “What? You’re keeping me here? This is kidnapping!”

  “Ah, smart girl!” He rolled his neck and took a sip from his glass. “And what you did is considered theft. Remove your clothes.”

  She didn’t. They were staring at each other. A battle of wills.

  “Ivy,” he started calmly, “you have two choices. Undress yourself and let me look at your naked body. Or I’ll undress you and you will suck my cock. See, I’m a fair man. I’ll always give you choices.”

  “Fuck you! This isn’t a choice!”

  “Tsk, tsk. Such language,” he commented dryly.

  William always emerged the victor in whatever battle of wills lay before him. Their eyes focused on each other. For seconds. For minutes. Still, no movement.

  William rotated his glass in his hand and waited. And waited.

  Eventually, he set the glass down and unbuttoned his pants, which prompted Ivy into action.

  She started to untie the bow at the enticing swell of her breasts without speaking a word, holding William’s eyes as he sneered.

  Remarkably, William didn’t see her fingers trembling. In fact, fury blistered to the surface as she gritted her teeth while pulling the silk string that revealed more cleavage.

  William’s trousers constricted with every inch of skin that was exposed. Ivy wasn’t pale like most British girls. She had a sun-kissed glow that was alluring, with skin that was smooth and bronze, like a goddess. And it disturbed him that he was lured by her. The treacherous thief. He kept that at the forefront of his mind.

  Unexpectedly, Ivy stopped. What was she thinking as she took in his features? It seemed as if she only now noticed his partially undressed state. Her gaze fell to his honed chest and then darted back up.

  William swallowed his drink in a gulp, set it on the nightstand, and placed his elbows on the armrests. “I’m waiting.”

  With deliberate movements, she prowled forward, swaying her hips.

  Of course, she was devising another escape plan, but for now, he would humor her, so William just met her hungry stare.

  Ivy stopped right in front of him. He tilted his chin up while she was dead silent. In all honesty, he was titillated by her sensual moves, but it never deterred him from his plan. And his plan also involved breaking her because she kept inciting him and because then, she would confess what her father and she had done. William had a strong mind, a fighter’s mentality, and wasn’t easily influenced by the female’s wiles.

  “Why are you just sitting there, William? Touch me. Why else would you want me naked?” she murmured and pulled the strings more so that the fabric couldn’t contain her breasts, and they were shown to him. Then she bent down, rosy nipples right in his face, and William licked one, his tongue caressing around the peak that was hardening.

  Ivy reared back slightly, but his hand shot to her arm, holding her in place. Did she think she could start this sexual game and not finish it? If so, Ivy was sadly mistaken as to what kind of evil spirit resided in her opponent.

  They locked eyes, and William bit hard on the other nipple, causing Ivy to moan in pleasure and pain. He saw her attention move to the nightstand, and he recognized what she was planning to do.

  But when she placed her warm hand on his bare chest and squeezed his pectorals, and then she pushed her small breast into his mouth, smothering him, William’s concentration was broken. He indulged in her perky breast that was so soft and delicious to nip and suck until she obliterated the momentum with her next move.

  Whatever small shred of civility he had left disintegrated when Ivy’s hand reached for the whiskey glass, and William ducked a second too late. The glass hit the very top of his head but was mostly just thrown over his hair.

  “Motherfucker!” William roared from the sting of pain in his skull.

  Ivy sprinted to the door and banged on it. She then searched the room for any weapons to use, seeing none except another chair.

  William shot up and scowled at her. “You’re very hardheaded.”

  “You kidnapped me! Did you honestly believe I wouldn’t fight? I’m immune to your famous charms!” And she tried to lift the heavy chair she had scraped across the floor, using it as a barrier between her and William. “Fucking chair!” she cried in frustration when she was unable to lift it even a bit.

  A low laugh rumbled from William at her antics as she glowered at him, and he strode to her in two steps, knocking the chair out of his way. “Now…you should be scared!”

  That froze her, and he tossed her onto the bed on her stomach, then pressed all his weight on her back.

  “No! Stop!” Her arms were flaying, and her luscious ass was rubbing against his cock.

  “Too late; you’ll be shackled now!”

  The headboard contained two sets of metal handcuffs, and he locked one cuff around her wrist. Leaning back, he spanked her hard on one of her ass cheeks, making her scream. Then he hurriedly rolled her over. Ivy struck his cheek with her other palm, and William cuffed that one too. She was lying with her arms over her head and William’s full weight on her pelvis as he sat astride her hips.

  William traced a finger between her breasts, which were spilling over the mauve fabric, and he cupped one roughly. “I do like your tenacity, Ivy. That will make the next couple of days quite interesting.”

  “I-I don’t understand what you want from me.”

  “Yes, you do. When you stop lying, I’ll back off. But for now, you’re going to be at my mercy – completely.” He massaged the swell of both breasts.

  A tremor shook her, but she couldn’t contain a moan. “Your mercy?”

  William stood back up beside the bed and stripped his shirt, baring his entire naked upper body to her. Then he ripped her dress open to her stomach, allowing his palms to glide down her bare ribcage and flat stomach.

  Ivy gasped, kicking air.

  And he looked at her in warning. “Keep fighting and everything will be ten times worse.”

  She went still, breathing hard.

  His cock was rock-hard from revealing almost every inch of her skin. Then he tore the dress the rest of the way down so that it was laying open on either side of her body.

  Ivy was wearing white linen underwear that covered way too much of her pussy and hips. He slipped his fingers under the fine material that protected her core from his touch.

  “Don’t!” she yelled and snapped her legs shut.

  He smacked her pussy and she recoiled, tightening her legs.

  Ignoring her plea, he tore the white fabric as well. Now, she was completely naked on his bed. William was leaking pre-come from studying her tight, smooth stomach, lean legs, and perfect small tits. Her body was meant to be ridden, hard and deep.

  “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.