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

by Naomi, Soraya

  William dropped the flogger and cupped both her breasts.

  “Ivy…you liked that too much.” He spoke against her lips as they were grinding against each other, and he pinched her nipples.

  “Ahh!” This time she let out a gratified sigh, and she kissed him.

  Need twisted through his veins while her resistance weakened. She was under his spell again, and he needed to strike now. He couldn’t fuck her until she confessed.

  Morgan returned just in time for the finale with a Dom in black boxer briefs in tow.

  William sat back in the chair, and Ivy’s eyes darted between the three people. Then she settled a glare on William who stretched out his legs, feet between hers.

  He snapped his fingers, and Morgan and the Dom bent down to William so he could whisper, “Morgan, stroke my cock through my boxers. And you, stand close to Ivy, fist your cock, and give her the illusion that you’re going to fondle her breasts and finger her. But you’re not allowed to touch her until I say so. Understand?”

  They both nodded, and Morgan resumed her previous position, kneeling next to the chair and stroking William’s cock, which was rock-hard from flogging Ivy. But blood was now streaming up north from his disinterest in Morgan’s touch.

  The Dom stood close to Ivy, breathing against her temple, and took out his cock, pumping it close to her hip.

  She turned her head away from him and finally admitted, “William! I hate this!”

  He was grinding his teeth; she’d pushed him to this point. He wanted to smash the male who was too close to Ivy.

  “Ivy,” he said evenly, “tell me what I want to know, and we’ll finish this between you and me. Or be stubborn, and I’ll make you watch me fuck her ass, and he’ll stick his cock in yours.”

  Pure disdain was directed at him as Ivy observed Morgan squeezing his cock and rubbing his chest. But her spirit was still strong.

  “Why are you so mad? Perhaps I want his cock up my ass.” She watched him and ignored the others. “Jealous that I would want another man inside me?”

  His grunt revealed a flash of dismay. William was equally aroused and annoyed by her demeanor. “Are you sure you want to resort to your usual provoking manner while being tied up in my club? I can do whatever I want with you and please you however I like.”

  “Then do so,” she challenged, lips in a thin line.

  She didn’t break, so William twisted his fingers in Morgan’s hair and nodded his head to the Dom, who lowered onto his knees, ready to lick Ivy’s pussy. Then William moved his hand into his boxers to take out his cock for Morgan to suck. She was much too eager.

  But finally, Ivy cracked. “No! Stop! I’ll tell you.”

  He jerked Morgan’s head back and held it hovered over his arousal that was still in his boxers, and the male sat back on his haunches.

  “So, who is he?”

  “No one. He asked why I was wearing the hood. I only told him to go away. That was it.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me that when I asked?” William barked.

  “Are you kidding me?! Look at you! I’m fucking scared! The guard and I tried to tell you.”

  William narrowed his eyes.

  “I knew you wouldn’t believe me; I just never thought you’d go this far. Stop this, William.” Her voice broke, and he shoved Morgan away.

  He could still verify the story with the guard, and he most definitely would.

  “You two”—he pointed two fingers at the unwanted guests—“leave.”

  The Dom took his cue and left.

  Morgan was on the verge of speaking when William snarled, “Now!”

  And she scampered away as well.

  But damn it, William ached for release.

  He got up and cupped Ivy’s face. His lips captured hers, claiming her tongue in a teasing foray. And he was hardening within seconds, becoming aroused again now that they were alone. William grunted with the fire she induced in him. At some point, the inferno would explode, and he would indefinitely destroy his plans, and perhaps even her.

  “Ivy,” he whispered.

  “William,” she murmured back and returned his kiss. “Touch me.” She rotated her hips, aching for release as well.

  William kissed down her throat to her cleavage and then bit a nipple.

  “Yes!” she groaned, apparently desperate to feel fulfilled.

  He picked up the flogger, stood with his feet firmly planted on the floor, and smacked her pussy, causing her to shiver as her eyes fell shut. His did this with repeated accuracy until she squirmed. Then he dropped it and kneeled, bunching her dress up and flattening his tongue to her flesh, the pressure of his mouth growing more insistent.

  Her body twitched with every flick of his tongue. “William...”

  William was a starving man, eating her out as she rotated against him. His hands roamed over her hips, to her ass. His tongue fucked her core, sinfully wild. And she exploded when he breached her pussy, bucking in her restraints as his fingers dug into her ass cheeks.

  Hurriedly, William unlocked the ankle restraints.

  As he released her arms, he murmured to her, “We’re not done yet, not by a long shot. I’m going to make you come until you beg me to stop.”

  Ivy fell into his arms, pushing her tongue inside his mouth. Then she watched him with unbridled lust as he forced her to the bed, letting her fall back onto it.

  William closed the one curtain that was still open, enclosing them in privacy.

  Their teasing had driven him mad, and the rush of the fight was still coursing through his cells.

  William hovered above Ivy and tore her dress down the middle so that she was only wearing the black garters and stockings, then William lifted to help as Ivy uncontrollably pulled his boxers down. Finally, they were both naked.

  Ivy wetted her lips and scratched her nails down the thin trail of hair to his cock, leaving a red mark, then she clenched her jaw, circling her thumb on the sensitive head, and fisted him roughly.

  “Shit!” William gasped and tried to pull away.

  “Did you like Morgan touching you? Do you want to fuck her instead of me?” She appraised him seriously, and insecurity, coupled with jealousy, scorched her features. Her jealousy should have been distasteful to him, but it wasn’t in the slightest.

  She squeezed again and cupped his balls roughly – it was pleasurable torture. And he loved that she wasn’t holding back her conflicting emotions, because he wanted a hard fuck.

  “Fuck!” William growled when her nails raked over his balls, and he rolled their bodies over in a quick move, causing Ivy to lose her grip on his cock and sack.

  Now, Ivy sat astride him, and he pulled her forward to him by her wrist so that her palms braced his pectorals. Her wild, auburn curls blanketed her face, the ends brushing against his skin.

  “No,” he whispered and lifted his head to clash his mouth against hers. “I want you, baby. I want you to ride me so I can make you come again.”

  He jerked her back up into a sitting position, holding the base of his cock as she positioned herself above him, her wetness allowing her to slide down easily. Then William curled his hands around her waist as she started to move up and down his shaft.

  They groaned in unison, and he watched Ivy as she rode him, cupping her breast with one hand while the other gripped her ass, fingertips against her back entrance. He was entranced by seeing his cock disappearing inside her sweet pussy.

  “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 he
r 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 goi
ng 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.