Secretly, William realized he had to be away from her – for his own sanity.
He wanted this night to be over and done with.
***
Forty-five minutes later, an inconspicuous carriage left the Loop. Silk and William had wrapped the body in plain white linen sheets while wearing gloves, and it lay on the floor in the carriage.
Charles decided to go with a carriage instead of his vehicle because the car made too much noise and might attract unwanted attention.
Now, three men, Charles, William, and Dechamps, were in a black wagon as Charles led the horses through a deserted and murky Grant Park at two a.m., rolling along the lakefront trail close to the shoreline, toward the Dusable Harbor dock.
The lighthouse illuminated the pier, much to William’s chagrin, but this was the smartest place to get rid of a body, never to be found again.
No one was in sight as Charles stopped at the end of the pier.
William stepped out and gripped her ankles. “Hold her shoulders.” And added, “Hurry!” Exasperated when Dechamps hesitated.
“Okay! Okay!” Dechamps did as told, and they lifted the corpse out, laying her on the edge of the pier as the wind howled ominously in the night.
“Charles, get me the weights.”
Charles dipped inside the carriage and came out with two eleven-pound weights that William positioned inside the sheet, knotting it closed again as Charles kept a watchful eye for any movements or witnesses, and Dechamps was utterly useless, just gaping at William’s ministrations.
“Help me throw her into the water, Dechamps.”
Again, William held her feet as Dechamps raised her shoulders and grunted underneath the weight.
They swayed the body back and forth three times.
“One, two, three, go,” William counted off.
And they both threw the body. It flew from their hands and fell into the water with a deep plunge, sinking in. The current would drag her into the depths of the lake, and she would never resurface.
Without a word, the men rapidly returned to the Loop where Dechamps left Charles and William’s establishment in his own carriage.
CHAPTER 17
“You’re quite the conversationalist… I used to love the rain. The rain cleanses the earth of dirt, leaving everything fresh and new in its wake.” Ivy let out a humorless laugh and turned her cheek to the pillow, facing William as he glared at the ceiling.
For three days, she’d been chatting endlessly. Never stopping from the second he woke up in the morning until he left her alone for the day.
The first day, she’d shouted in frustration, coupled with anxiety. A murder being covered up affects one’s mind.
The second day, she’d tried to use reason with William, explaining to him how she wouldn’t say a thing if he’d just let her go. And he’d still ignored her, only giving her food at mealtime and undoing the cuffs for baths.
Now, the third day after the death in Sins, she started to talk about her past and was back to bedeviling him, mentioning how they’d pestered back and forth constantly when they first met.
William didn’t fully understand her angle at the moment. Maybe the loneliness was affecting her. Consequence of her isolation was that she appeared glad when he was home.
The problem was that with his behavior of the first days of her kidnapping, Ivy was aware of his weakness for her. Of course, she’d also pieced together that some parts had been an act – since she was much smarter than he’d given her credit for. She knew very well that he’d been truly desiring to fuck her, especially the night of the fight; that had not been an act. He’d betrayed his frame of mind by fucking her in Sins so quickly after he’d threatened to have someone else have sex with her. As if he’d needed to reclaim her body.
They had both betrayed how deep their lust for one another went. There was hate between them, yes, but inexplicable lust as well. And there’s a fine line between hate and lust. They were constantly balancing on the brink of that line.
Wanting to escape his thoughts – and her voice, William skulked out of bed and went to the window. There was a gloomy, spitting rain streaking against the glass that seemed to fit his mood entirely.
“I suppose you loathe the rain? As you loathe everything? What ever happened to make you so cold and detached to people?” she goaded, yapping on and on.
William wanted to tear his head off. Or rather, fuck her into silence.
“You have a thriving – somewhat psychotic – sex club. You obviously make money, seeing how you live in your ivory tower up here. And I’ve seen how women react to you. Why the hell would you need to kidnap a lady? The money that’s been stolen from you couldn’t be that much that you’re bankrupt suddenly?”
While speaking, Ivy often forgot her naked state. She always lay above the sheets, her breasts begging to be licked. Drawing up her knee, she let her leg fall to the side, presenting her pussy, while jumping from subject to subject so fast that his mind was spinning.
“Do you fuck other women in your club, William? When you’re gone from this apartment, and I’m lying here, naked, chained with one wrist locked to your damn bedpost until my shoulder starts to hurt.” She clattered the restraint against the bedpost. “Do you think of me when you play your depraved games downstairs?”
He watched her without moving. “Why do you want to know?”
“It talks! Finally! So when it’s about sex, you decide to participate in the conversation?”
William crossed his ankles and leaned against the window. “Does it bother you that I have sex with others?”
She rolled her eyes. “Why would it? You might believe you’re god’s gift to women, but you’re not all that memorable.”
William smiled at her returning bravado. “God’s gift to women?” His head fell back as he shook with laughter, then he stalked toward her, causing Ivy to scoot away as he hovered above her on the bed. “If I’m not memorable, why are we talking about my sex life?” And he sucked her nipple into his mouth.
Ivy moaned but squirmed away. “Because I wanted you to say something, and apparently, only sex triggers you to open your damn mouth.”
William stood back up, exasperated by her, and looked down his nose. “If you don’t shut up, I’ll gag you.”
“You won’t die from conversing with me,” she commented, and before she could continue, he bunched the end of the sheet and shoved it into her mouth.
Ivy’s eyes widened with a wrinkle between her brows as she mumbled and unsuccessfully endeavored to spit the cloth out.
“I warned you…” William said and retreated to the bathroom as Ivy kicked her legs once in defeat.
The silence was outright soothing.
***
“Has her fear subsided?” Charles asked in his office that night, lounging in the desk chair as William walked inside.
“Oh god, yes. She’s back to taunting me constantly. She won’t shut her trap. I haven’t fucked her again, and if I’m not even fucking her, I sure as hell can’t stand her incessant blabbering.”
“Then fuck her.”
If only it was that easy. The true reason why he hadn’t fucked her again was because she also screwed with his mind while fucking. She interested him on a variety of levels. He’d enjoyed bedding her way too much, and that had unsettled him the entire week that she’d been his captive. Sex with Ivy left him satisfied and anticipating the next encounter, but he hadn’t fucked her or anyone else since. No one excited him but her, and he was on the verge of caving again.
Charles poured a generous amount of whiskey into a glass and slid it to William, who caught it right before it toppled off the desk. Then William sank down into the padded leather chair, propping his foot on the polished oak top of Charles’s bureau, and sipped his drink.
“You need to wind down. You can take her to the gaming club tomorrow, to the masquerade. Or take her to the fight with you tonight,” Charles suggested.
“And what good would t
hat do?”
“She enjoyed watching the fight; I could tell last time. And let her gamble tomorrow – just ensure she wears a mask that hides her face properly. But you can’t keep her confined in the apartment any longer. This is negating any progress you’ve made with her. You have to reap the benefits of her infatuation before it’s too late. And the more you two are alone in that apartment, the more questions she’ll ask.”
“That’s already happening. She wants to know why I haven’t asked about the money.” He finished his drink. “I had expected this to be over by now. That she’d be back with her daddy, and we’d have our money.”
“Well, it’s not over, and we’re still stuck with her. We started it, William. We have to stick it out until the end. Alfred hasn’t contacted me, and there are still no rumors regarding a missing Ivy Ravensdale. The Ravensdales are keeping the issue amongst themselves. I wanted Alfred to come to me; you know that. Until then, you need to continue to keep her occupied so that instead of thinking about her captivity, she’ll be too busy being involved with you.”
A ghost of a smile curved William’s lips. He did look forward to shutting Ivy up with his cock in her mouth. Anything to silence her at this point – even if it meant giving into his desires for her that never seemed to fade.
CHAPTER 18
“I’m pleased you adhered to my rules this time,” William said as he directed Ivy out of the subdued fight club.
William the Unconquerable had lost a fight during the third round – as planned – and the crowd was not happy about it. Neither was William, but he’d promised Charles to fight in additional fixed matches so that they could earn their money back from the previous fight he was supposed to lose but didn’t.
After his talk with Charles, William had gotten Ivy to join him in the club, ordering her to wear another mini red dress and a new cloak.
She pulled the hood back when they were close to Sins. “I didn’t have much of a choice, or else you would’ve imprisoned me in your apartment again, and I can’t stand being alone all the time,” she disclosed unwillingly and then stiffened, quickly switching topics. “It was hot in there.”
Before they entered Sins, she turned and walked backward. “Why did you lose?”
William matched her steps, eyeing his movement while he unwound the bandages on his left hand. “Because my opponent was stronger.”
“No, he wasn’t,” she countered and murmured, “I think you let him win.”
William stopped moving, as did she, and his gaze flew up to meet hers.
She was studying him in the same way she’d done for the past few days in his apartment. Almost like she was peeling back layers to find his true self buried there. Ivy understood much more of the wheeling and dealing within these underground floors than he’d assumed. Furthermore, she’d become adapt in reading him, in interpreting his reactions. It was unnerving. Suddenly, William blinked far too much, and her lips twitched in a victorious smile she couldn’t contain right before she spun back around.
“Miss,” the guard greeted, and she dipped her chin, sailing inside Sins.
Ivy was obviously elated to be outside the apartment – just as Charles had predicted.
William looked forward to playing with her because he’d been placid and sedate after the altercation in Sins three days ago, which was probably what had made Ivy’s haughty nature resurface faster than expected.
William followed hurriedly, anticipation building since he was hankering for release. Again, a first for him. He couldn’t even remember the last time he hadn’t fucked for this long. After abstaining for days, he was going to use her as he’d been fantasizing about for some time. Something told him that she’d welcome it. That sensuality he’d predicted was bursting to be given free rein. And her boredom needed to be substituted with wicked pleasure.
Their current surroundings would help him seduce her. The familiar scent of sex and incense infused the air, and whimpers ricocheted off the walls. Beds were occupied with people engaged in various acts of depravity, such as one man that was plunging deep inside a shaking woman while another man positioned himself behind him to take him at the same time.
William showed Ivy to ‘their’ bed behind the bar. He’d ensured that it would be available and ready for him with fresh sheets and new toys, and it was perfect for him since it shielded them in shadows while they could still see what was going on around them.
As always, he drew the curtains but left the curtain at the foot of the bed peeking open so Ivy could watch other couples. He’d discovered that she loved watching threesomes.
She became entranced by the atmosphere once again, undoing her cloak, and lay on her elbows on the mattress as William kneeled and opened the drawer in the frame, tossing a flogger and an electric vibrator next to her. It was a new consumer toy that had recently become available for sale, and he wished to test it with her. She’d been refreshingly receptive to what he’d done to her so far. Once she was under Sins’ spell, she never turned away from him.
Other women in here were dirty; they fucked anyone and everyone. But he’d detected that Ivy didn’t have much experience, and watching her unreserved, yet innocent, passion made his cock stiff.
Ivy traced the phallus shaped apparatus and her lips parted, then closed. Then she appeared to give it a second thought and decided to ask her question, “What’s this?”
He took her ankles and slid her to the edge of the mattress, kneeling between her legs, his hands on her thighs. “It’s for your enjoyment.”
She cocked her head. “Solely mine?”
He smiled, palms moving up the bare skin of her thighs. “And mine as well. Touch me, Ivy.”
William waited as she hesitated, but as soon as his thumbs rubbed her pussy, she weaved her hands in his hair and down his shoulders. Greedily, he sucked a nipple through the fabric of her clothes and kissed his way up Ivy’s throat as her back arched.
Alas, her words stilled him. “Some women are coming.”
With his palms molding Ivy’s ass, William looked over his shoulder. There were indeed two slender brunettes strolling toward him.
“William, we want to join you.”
He felt Ivy’s apprehension and exhaled loudly in annoyance because the women were intruding on the spell he’d woven to allure Ivy.
Scowling at them, he snapped, “You can’t.”
Unfortunately, he recognized one of them. Christ, it seemed that with every turn, his sex life haunted him.
“Who is she?” one of them asked and shot a pout at Ivy, whose hands skidded down William’s neck, pulling him closer to her.
William glanced at Ivy sideways with a lopsided grin, amused by her territorial behavior. “None of your business.” William was taking a risk having Ivy here this exposed, but he was too distracted with wanting to fuck to really care. “Leave me alone.”
Ivy was sneering at them until they turned, then she glared at William, her envy nearly palpable.
Why was she mad at him?
He continued kissing her throat, massaging the swell of her ass, but she tugged his head back by his hair.
“No.” Her icy eyes held his.
Apparently, the spell was broken.
“Yes,” he growled, shaking his head to loosen her grip, and crushed his mouth to hers, forcing her to lie back on the bed.
He closed the curtain and rolled Ivy over, his palm on her lower back as he bunched the dress over her hips and spanked the delectable rounded curve of her ass. She didn’t have underwear on beneath the flimsy material.
“Ow! Stop…” The word tangled around a moan.
In reaction, he slapped her pussy and circled her clit. William’s dick grew as she writhed on the mattress.
Then he leaned over her back to whisper into her ear, “Do you still want me to stop?” And he licked the sensitive skin right behind her lobe.
“Yes! No! Oh god!” Her legs spread wider.
He smiled as he drew her up on all fours and got
rid of his boxer shorts.
Moving to the other end of the bed and kneeling at her head, he picked up the flogger.
“Stroke my cock, baby.”
Ivy used her fingers to explore his shaft, and William groaned when she tightened them around the base.
He bent forward slightly with the flogger in his right hand and let the tails flow down her ass and slit. Then he reached under her stomach and took hold of the end of the tails, creating titillating friction as he rubbed it up and down her pussy and clit.
“That feels so good.” Ivy rocked against the flogger.
“Suck me, and I’ll make you feel even better, baby.”
Without preamble, Ivy placed his cock in her greedy mouth, sucking ceaselessly as she squirmed against the flogger, her ass in the air.
William teased her pussy, smoothly moving the tails up and down and side to side, while he shoved himself deeper inside her hot, wet mouth, wanting more of that sweet, lashing tongue.
He stopped and skimmed his hand over her curving spine, and she whimpered, so he immediately flogged her core as he fingered her puckered hole and then drove two fingers deep inside her pussy while pumping his pelvis.
Ivy pulled his cock out of her mouth, and her big blue eyes tilted up at him. “I’m going to come…”
Thighs quivering, her pussy clamped down on his fingers, and she gave a loud cry as pleasure overwhelmed her. Her sex went wild with flutters and squeezes.
Immediately, William pulled her up and tasted her lips in a quick kiss before he whirled her around. Both on their knees, she sagged back against him as he pulled the flogger tails tight and placed them between her teeth. She bit down as William’s hands floated down her sides, and he picked up the vibrator, all the while teasing his cock alongside her slit.
“I’m going to fuck your ass, Ivy.”
She shook her head.
“And you’re going to let me because you secretly want me in every part of you. You will not deny me,” he groaned and pressed the vibrator against her folds, then upward to moisten her ass, readying her for his length.
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