Bad Girls Do It Better (Bad Boy Billionaire Romance) (6 page)

Liam 

The bondage world has always been my way of escaping reality. It has always allowed me to be someone I’m not. It allowed me to project an image of the person I always wanted to be. Whereas many people get high or drunk all the time, the feeling of holding the power over someone is like a drug to me. Just like any drug, the feeling is addictive and is something I can never get enough of.

As great as the feeling had always been when dominating strangers or the girls I knew at the club, having Lexi in front of me and on the receiving end of my orders was my greatest accomplishment yet.

Looking down at her and watching her legs shake as she tried to recover from the intense orgasm I’d just given her had me feeling like I’d just won the lottery. This woman who would barely give me the time of day for the years that I’d known her had just witnessed my dark side and she seemed to love every minute of it.

I wanted to do more. I wanted to fuck her and show her what she’d been missing all those years. I wanted to take her and make her mine but I was being patient. She was still trying to catch her breath her legs were shaking so much, it looked like she could fall over. I was biding my time and allowing her to recover. There would be plenty of time for sex. The night was still young and there were lots of things I planned on showing her before the evening was over. Unfortunately, before I was able to make my next move, the door to the room slammed open.

“This room is occupied,” I yelled out, hoping whoever it was would go away. Instead, I was met with the sounds of two hands clapping together.

Lexi was still on all fours with her legs spread far apart when the light in the room was turned on. I looked up only to find Camilla King standing there, giving Lexi and I a standing ovation on our bondage acts.

“Bravo, Liam, bravo,” she said, still clapping her hands together. “That was an incredible performance. I’d easily give that an eight out of ten. Would watch again.”

Lexi looked confused and she had every right to be. I was still trying to figure out why Camilla was there as well.

“What do you want Camilla?” I asked. “Can’t you see that I’m a little busy right now?”

“And don’t let me interrupt you. By all means, please continue. I just didn’t want to miss the opportunity to pop in and congratulate you for turning yet another woman into this lifestyle. I am thoroughly impressed.”

Lexi was horrified by Camilla’s sudden arrival. She scrambled to the center of the room to grab her shirt so she could cover herself up. The entire time, she was looking up at me, hoping that I would offer her some type of explanation as to why this woman was suddenly in the room with us. I was about to give her one but Camilla has never been one to keep her mouth shut and she wasn’t done yet.

“Liam, what in the hell do you see in these little girls? Why do you waste your time when you could have a woman like me? I just don’t get it!”

She continued to taunt and tease me and, in my usual fashion when Camilla is around, I just stared at the ground and took it. Looking over at Lexi, I could see that she had come to a realization as well. The look on her face told me that she recognized her as someone from my past. Camilla and I dated for a long time. In all actuality, she was the most serious girlfriend that I’d ever had. She is a very dominant person and was actually the person responsible for introducing me to the BDSM lifestyle.

Even though she is incredibly attractive, I was forced to break things off with her a couple years prior. She was sexy as hell but she was also very mean and I couldn’t stand to be with a person like that. For the longest time, she was very possessive of me and was intent on getting me back by any means necessary. Even though I no longer wanted anything to do with her, she still thought I was going to end up marrying her and the two of us would spend our lives together. She was one delusional bitch.

I honestly thought I was done with her bullshit. The last I’d heard was that she’d found herself a truly submissive man and was happy being able to tell him what to do all the time. It sounded to me like it would be a match made in heaven for her but there she was, sticking her nose in my business. After she was done mocking me, she turned her attention to Lexi.

“And don’t think I’ve forgotten who you are, you little bitch. I noticed the way Liam always looked at you in the past. You’re the reason he and I aren’t together anymore, aren’t you? You just can’t keep that little pussy of yours away from other people’s relationships. And now look at you, look where you are. You’re in the dungeon where I taught Liam how to be a man. You don’t think he became this way on his own do you?” she started laughing.

“Camilla, just leave her alone,” I begged.

“Shut the fuck up, Liam,” she yelled, turning her attention away from Lexi. “I’ll deal with you when I’m done with this bitch. You just keep your mouth shut for a minute.”

I couldn’t believe she was talking to me that way after so much time had passed. I also couldn’t believe that I was letting her do it but there I was, letting this woman walk all over me like I’d allowed her to do so many times before. Before I knew it, she had returned her attention to Lexi.

“Now let me tell you something, sweetheart. You’ve got a lot of nerve coming up into my world and thinking you can take my man. You’re nothing but a newbie and a poser. Why don’t you get the hell out of here? Just get lost and leave me here to deal with my man.”

Lexi threw on her skirt, grabbed her shoes and ran out of the room as fast as she could go. I wasn’t sure what to do. I had so many things I wanted to say to Camilla but they wouldn’t come out of my mouth. Instead, I stared a hole through her and gave her a look filled with so much hate, there was no way she didn’t feel the disgust I had for her right then and there.

Instead of blasting her like I wanted to, I took off out the door and chased Lexi down. She wasn’t anywhere in the club that I could see and her friends were off drinking by themselves. Not wanting to let her get away, I bolted towards the front door, hoping she’d gone outside and hadn’t been able to hail a cab yet. Outside the doors, she was standing on the sidewalk, visibly shaken up.

“Lexi, I’m so sorry for what happened in there,” I said. “I had no clue she was going to be here.”

“Liam, it’s okay, really. I had a feeling that doing that with you was going to be a mistake but something told me to give you a chance. I realize now that I made a bad decision.”

“It’s not like that. I really like you and I’ve liked you for a really long time. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for a chance with you. Please just listen to me. Anything you heard in there was bullshit. She and I aren’t together and haven’t been for ages. We sure as hell won’t ever be together in future. She’s nothing to worry about.”

“I’m not worried about her, Liam. Obviously, your life is complicated right now. I remember all the years that you and that woman dated. I remember you being crazy about her and going on and on whenever you were around. I’m sure that this is all confusing for you right now and I understand. It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay. I’m not confused about anything. I know what I want and it’s not her,” I pleaded as the cab she hailed pulled up to the curb.

“Listen, let’s not lose any sleep over this, okay? Besides, what happened in the club was just us having a little fun anyway. It’s not like it meant anything. Have a good night, Liam.”

She gave me a kiss on the cheek, got into the cab and was gone. Her words echoed in my head as I watched her disappear into the city. I’d wanted her for so long and got so close to having her only to have my past come back to haunt me, ruining it all. I’d never had my heart broken before but I was positive I was feeling it right then.

Lexi 

I knew I was making a bad decision. You’d think that running into Liam in a fucking sex dungeon should have been the first warning sign but that would have made far too much sense. There’s a reason I’ve spent most of my life not being in relationships.

I’ve made it a point not to trust any man for any reason. As soon as I let my guard down, it fucked me over. I’d have to be very careful in the future in order to avoid letting it happen again.

Who would have thought he would be the one to make me put my guard down? When it comes to people I would have thought would be able to start hacking at the wall I’ve put up around myself, he would be the last person I’d think was capable. Yet there I was in the back of a cab wondering if I did the right thing.

I’d been developing feelings for him for quite a while. Was I really willing to throw them all away? Should I have fought for him? That’s the thing, I don’t fucking fight for people and I sure as hell don’t have time for unresolved girlfriend issues.

The taxi had only made it a few blocks from the club when I realized I wasn’t ready to go home. I had so much shit on my mind that I needed to clear and being trapped in the back seat of a cab was not helping me at all. I asked the driver to let me out and decided to roam the streets of New York until I was ready to go home. I didn’t have any particular place to go and wasn’t overly familiar with the area.

I was in a nightlife district so there were plenty of bars and clubs around to keep the streets illuminated. There was so much activity going on around me yet I was completely oblivious to it all. I debated whether or not I should walk back to Paddles. Since I’d had time to reflect on what happened, I had plenty that I wanted to say to that bitch. In the end, I decided that it wasn’t the right time. As long as I was confused about Liam, confronting his girlfriend would have to be placed on the back burner.

The best thing I could do for myself was walk around aimlessly and allow myself to get lost in my own thoughts. That kind of thing has always been therapeutic for me. It was something I learned to do after my parents passed away. Whenever I had a lot on my mind, I’d sneak out of whatever foster home the state had placed me in and go for long walks.

It caused a lot of friction because I mostly did it at night and the foster families had a big problem with me sneaking out of their homes. Nothing had changed. It was still the way I dealt with my problems. In fact, it was the only way I dealt with my problems. From the outside, I always try to appear cool as a cucumber. Dealing with my shit in private is the only way I can keep up my appearance as a bad girl who doesn’t give a fuck about anything.

Of course, my way of dealing with things comes with its own set of problems. First, it left me with nobody to talk to about my issues. Sure, my sister was always there but she did things so much differently than me. She has always been better at adapting to the situations around her and I always felt like she didn’t understand the problems I was having. I felt like it was better if I dealt with things on my own.

Not paying attention to where I was going and reflecting on what had taken the place over the course of the evening, I turned the corner and walked right into the chest of a man exiting one of the clubs.

“Hey, why don’t you watch where the fuck you’re going,” he said, apparently drunk and slurring his words.

The last thing I wanted to do was get into an altercation with a drunk guy. I’d learned before that there is no winning when it comes to arguing with someone who is inebriated. Instead, I put my head down, apologized for not paying attention to where I was walking and continued on my way. I thought that would be the end of it until he started yelling towards me.

“Sarabelle, you fucking bitch! What the fuck are you doing out here? You don’t come to the fucking city!”

I turned around to see who in the hell this guy was. Not only did he have me confused with my sister but he also had a lot of nerve talking to me that way, regardless of who he thought he was speaking to. My heart sank when I realized I was looking directly into the eyes of Kade Nichols. It sickened me to even look at him and suddenly, I had a lot of things I wanted to say.

“First of all, I’m not Sarabelle. I’m Lexi. Second of all, you have a lot of fucking nerve talking to either one of us after the shit you did to me. Who in the hell do you think you are to take pictures of me and use them to get what you want out of my sister?”

He was so drunk that he either wasn’t able to comprehend what I was saying to him or he just didn’t care what I was saying. The latter would not have surprised me because he’s the type of person who will argue that he’s right no matter how wrong he is.

“You’re a fucking bitch Sarabelle. We had a fucking deal. You stole the memory card out of my phone and didn’t fuck me like you were supposed to. I held up my end of the deal.”

“Kade, are you mental or something? I’m Lexi. I am not Sarabelle. You said it yourself a few minutes ago: Sarabelle does not come into the city, especially to go to bars and clubs. If you want to get technical, you owe me a fucking explanation. You drugged me when you took me out and took advantage of me when I was passed out. You fucking raped me you asshole. The last thing you need to worry about is doing something with my sister. You should be worried about me kicking your fucking ass for what you did to me.”

“You fucking owe me Sarabelle,” he yelled, still not getting it through his head. “You got what I promised and now it’s time for you to pay up. You’re going to pay your debt to me and you’re going to do it tonight!”

I’d had enough and knew that the conversation wasn’t going to get us anywhere. I was over it anyway and just wanted to go on about my business. Unfortunately, Kade wasn’t ready to give up as easily. He had his mind made up that I was actually my sister and that I owed him. From out of nowhere, he grabbed me by my arm and yanked me back towards him.

“Get the fuck back here. You don’t fucking walk away from me when I’m talking to you.”

He turned violent very quickly. The more I struggled to get away from him, the tighter he would clamp his hand on my arm. I yelled out for someone to help me but there was nobody on the street and there was no way anyone inside the clubs would be able to hear me.

The music inside was far too loud. Even if it wasn’t, we were in the middle of New York City. That kind of thing happens all the time and nobody bats an eyelash.

I was resisting with all my might but it wasn’t doing me any good. Kade seemed to have superhuman powers as he dragged me down the street. It made me wonder if he had been consuming something other than alcohol that evening. My friends loved to experiment with drugs and one of their favorite things to smoke were bath salts.

I never got into stuff like that because I saw what it did to them. It made them paranoid and crazy, which was exactly the way Kade was acting. It also seemed to give them an insane amount of strength, just like Kade seemed to have. It wouldn’t have surprised me to learn that he and his friends had been smoking the substance all night.

The more I struggled, the more I began to realize that he was going to take me wherever he wanted to. I wasn’t going to make it as difficult for him as possible, hoping he’d wear himself out at some point, which would allow me to get away. I locked my knees dragged my heels on the ground. If he was going to take me anywhere, he was going to have to drag me there.

I wondered where he was taking me. There was an alley and a parking lot straight ahead. I was worried that he was going to drag me behind a dumpster and rape me. I didn’t know whether I should have been relieved or more anxious when he turned and pulled me towards the parking lot.

On one hand, I wasn’t going to be violated behind a dumpster. On the other hand, if his car were parked in the parking lot, he’d be able to take me anywhere he wanted, making it far less likely that anyone would catch him in the act

My fear was realized when we turned the corner and found ourselves standing in front of his black Lexus RX. He pushed me hard up against his car and forced his tongue into my mouth. It was the most disgusting kiss I’d ever experienced in my life. His breath was hot and it felt like he was in a competition to discover how far his tongue would go down into my throat.

“Get in the car,” he demanded after opening the door.

“Go fuck yourself, Kade. I’m not going anywhere with you,” I retorted. After what happened the last time I was with him, I was scared to death what would happen if he got me out of that parking lot.

“Don’t fuck with me you stupid bitch. Get the fuck in the car before I put you in the car myself.”

I crossed my arms over my chest in an act of defiance. I was determined that I wasn’t going to go anywhere I didn’t want to go. I may not have been strong enough to stop him from doing whatever he wanted to do with me but I was going to make his job as difficult as I could. He grabbed me even harder than before and started pushing me into his car. I struggled with every last ounce of energy I had but it was no use.

Before I knew what was happening, my entire upper body was lying on his back seat. He kept trying to grab hold of my legs to put them in but I wouldn’t let him. I kept kicking and kicking, hoping to catch him in the face. I was praying one good shot would be enough to stun him, allowing me to run away. He wouldn’t quit. No matter what I did, he adjusted, determined to get my way. Eventually, he was able to grab hold of my legs. I was about to give up, realizing that my resistance was of no use, when somebody pulled Kade off of me.