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  Wilde

  Laylah Roberts

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  Laylah Roberts

  Wilde.

  © 2016, Laylah Roberts

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  This story contains explicit sex scenes and is R18.

  Cover Design: Florette Cover Design

  Editor: Eve Arroyo

  Chapter One

  Cassie

  “Professor Addison is an ass. You need to report him, Cassie.” Darcy frowned into the mirror as she applied her makeup.

  I could think of worse words to call Professor Addison. Bastard. Son of a bitch. Motherfucking jerk. Cocksucking prick. He deserved all of them after trying to pressure me into sleeping with him for a good grade on my essay.

  But I wouldn’t report him. Darcy wouldn’t understand. She believed in right and wrong. Everything was black and white to her; she didn’t know just how much of the world was gray. It didn’t matter how right you were if the person you were up against had more power than you.

  Darcy would have reported Professor Addison on the spot, right after she’d kicked his balls in. And, considering how wealthy and influential her parents were, she would have won.

  I was a nobody. My mom spent her time partying, drinking, and getting high. She wouldn’t have my back. It would be his word against mine, and his word was going to win every time against the daughter of an ex-whore and cokehead.

  “I mean, how dare he give you an ultimatum like that. As if you’re going to blow his ugly cock for an A.”

  I regretted telling her now, but I’d been near tears and shaken when I’d met her after class. I’d spoken without thinking.

  Shame filled me. Because for a moment I had thought about it. I had actually considered giving him the blow job for a good grade. I’d earned that grade, damn it. I knew my essay, which was worth nearly half of my final grade, was good.

  Unfortunately, Professor Addison also knew my background. I’d trusted him and he’d turned around and betrayed me.

  Served me right for trusting in a man. In anyone, really. They all let me down—except Wilde.

  I pushed that thought from my mind. Ian Wilde was forbidden territory. He was out of my league. Dangerous. Dark. And my stepfather. I had no idea why he’d married my mother. He and mom slept in different bedrooms and they barely spoke. I had no idea if they even had sex.

  He’d given me a roof over my head, food in my belly, and a safe place to live. I should be grateful. And I was, really.

  I also knew he hadn’t done it out of the goodness of his heart. That wasn’t his style. He had his reasons for taking us in but he wasn’t sharing.

  “Let’s go.” I checked myself in the mirror once more. I’d left my thick, dark hair down, the curls springing around my face. My bangs were cut straight across my forehead. My eyes were heavily lined, and I’d applied a smoky eye shadow. I ran a light gloss over my lips.

  The tight, leather pants I wore left nothing to the imagination. My red top looked demure from the front, but the back was just straps that crisscrossed over my back. I wasn’t wearing a bra.

  “Are you sure we look okay?” Darcy wore a short, dark blue dress. The neckline had a dramatic dip. She’d taped her dress to her breasts. Personally, I thought that was pretty risky. A bit of sweat and the girls would be out to play. Still, hers wouldn’t be the only naked breasts I’d see tonight. Half a head taller than my own five foot two, with long white-blonde hair and blue eyes, Darcy was absolutely gorgeous. I’d always found it hard to make friends, but for some reason Darcy had decided we were going to be friends and she wouldn’t take no for an answer. She was everything I wasn’t. Beautiful. Smart. Normal. And her parents were still married after thirty years. Who the hell stayed married these days?

  They were on vacation in France, so we were getting ready at her house. Like me, Darcy still lived at home while attending college. The only difference was she stayed because she wanted to. I stayed because Wilde wouldn’t hear of me leaving.

  I had no idea why. I also wasn’t brave enough to go against him. Very few were.

  ***

  The club, which was actually a converted house, didn’t have a line outside. It wouldn’t. It was too exclusive. It was situated on a large plot of land, with immaculate gardens that held their own secrets. I’d only been here once during the day. Wilde had been driving me to college, when he’d taken an urgent call and had to stop in here. He’d ordered me to stay in the car while he went inside.

  I hadn’t listened.

  I’d roamed the gardens, studying the statues depicting different sexual positions until Wilde, as furious as I’d ever seen, found me and dragged me back to the car.

  But I’d never forgotten and I’d been determined to visit again. Now I was here. At WildeSide, the most exclusive, secretive club in Boston.

  My hands actually trembled as I stared at the locked gates.

  “You okay? We don’t have to do this,” Darcy told me. She nibbled at her lip, looking worried. “I understand if you don’t want to risk getting in trouble.”

  Darcy had probably never broken a rule in her life. If we’d met during high school, we’d never have been friends. She was the good girl who got straight A’s, always did her homework and helped little old ladies cross the street. I’d been in constant trouble as a teenager. Nothing serious, but I’d never had rules or boundaries until Wilde took us in, and I’d been testing his limits ever since.

  I was kind of surprised Darcy wanted to accompany me to WildeSide. This wasn’t her sort of place. Or so I’d thought.

  “Yes, we do.”

  I opened the passenger window of Darcy’s BMW, a high-school graduation present from her parents. I don’t know if my mother even realized I’d graduated.

  “Let’s take a walk on the wild side,” I told her.

  “Yeah, baby.”

  I punched in the code I’d memorized from the last time I’d been here, praying it still worked. The gates silently opened and I breathed out a sigh of relief. Darcy drove in and parked her car behind a Maserati. The parking area was filled with expensive vehicles. Wilde’s clients were pretty much all filthy rich.

  “Are you sure they’ll let us in?” Darcy asked, taking hold of my arm.

  “Uh-huh, I have the golden ticket.”

  “What about your dad? Won’t he be angry that you’re here?”

  I clenched my jaw as a frisson of fear ran through my gut. What would Wilde do? Would he kick me out? Would he be angry? He didn’t get angry often, but when he did he was terrifying. Once, he’d grown furious at my mother when she’d driven me to school high as a kite. It wasn’t the first time, just the first time he’d found out.

  After that, whenever I missed the bus, he’d taken me to school—despite working nights at the club and never getting home before three in the morning.

  “Wilde will be fine. And he’s not my dad.” Besides, I’d checked his calendar and he had a meeting scheduled for tonight.

  I dug a large coin out of my back pocket. It was gold-colored, smooth and half the size of my palm.

  A broad-shouldered man with a clean shaven head approached us. Dressed in dark jeans and a navy, checked shirt, it was obvious he worked out; his muscles bulged almost to the po
int of popping the seams of his shirt.

  “Oh dear Lord,” Darcy said.

  “Keep your cool,” I told her. I gave the man a confident, haughty look as he studied us. “Let me do the talking.”

  “Who let you two in here?” he rumbled with a slight southern drawl. “This is private property. You’re in the wrong place, ladies.”

  “Actually, we’re supposed to be here.” Darcy placed her hands on her hips, glaring up at him.

  He snorted. “Doesn’t take a genius to spot a goat in a flock of sheep.”

  “Did you just call us goats?” Darcy gaped at him.

  So much for letting me do the talking. He ran his gaze over us both and I bristled as he gave us the once-over.

  “We have this.” I held out the coin I’d stolen from Wilde. It was a VIP pass for non-members. It meant Wilde had personally invited us.

  My mother had told me all this during one of her more coherent moments. She’d also given me the code for his safe.

  His gaze flicked between me and Darcy. I caught my breath, nerves making me feel nauseous. Had Wilde changed the way he did things since he’d had banned mom from this place a while ago? I didn’t blame him for kicking her out, I had firsthand experience of how out of control my mother can get. She once forced her way into my room when I had a few friends over from school. Watching my stumbling, half-naked, drunken mother attempt to proposition some of the boys in my class was enough to scar me for life.

  “ID?” he asked.

  We both pulled out our drivers licenses and handed them over. He studied them carefully then gave me a long look. I swallowed, trying to hide my nervousness. Thank God I had a different last name to Wilde. Finally, he turned to look at Darcy. At twenty-two, neither of us was underage, he had no reason to refuse us entrance. Not with the VIP coin.

  He nodded. I worked hard to keep my relief from showing. “Have you been here before, ladies?”

  I smiled at him. “No, but I’m sure we’ll fit right in.”

  He snorted. “I’m not so sure of that. Welcome to Wildeside. Your deepest pleasure is our desire. There are some rules. No rape. Nothing that might maim or scar. No bestiality. Everyone here is over twenty-one. Whatever happens here stays here. No talking about anyone you see here. No joining in on any scenes without permission. No touching without permission. Any problems you scream red, and one of the attendants will help you. Questions?”

  I shook my head.

  “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.” Darcy smiled at him.

  He scowled.

  Darcy leaned down and whispered, “No sense of humor.”

  His scowl deepened.

  “We don’t have to call people Sir or anything, do we?” Darcy asked.

  “Only if you want to. If you want some to dominate you, I can make that happen. Just let me know your desires and I will do my best to fulfill them. Anything else?”

  Darcy shook her head, eyes wide.

  “Good. Follow me.”

  I nodded as we walked into a huge room with tall ceilings. In the middle sat a circular bar with stools around it. It was the best lit area of the whole room. All the windows were covered by dark drapes and the corners of the room were too dark to make out from here. Moans filled the air, breathy and filled with pain and sex. Immediately my heart raced.

  “I suggest you wander around. There’s a two drink limit. If you see anything you want to join, ask.”

  The beast left us, and feeling suddenly panicky, I fought the ridiculous urge to call him back.

  I looked around, trying to take it all in. I was completely out of my depth. The room was warm but not overly so; even still, I was sweating, my mouth dry.

  “Oh my god, look over there.” Darcy grabbed my hand, squeezing it hard.

  I looked over. A woman with short, spiky hair was suspended in the air, held by thick ropes. She was naked, her ass and pussy on display. A tall, thin man walked up to her. He smacked his hand down on her fleshy ass and she let out a low moan. Oh hell. My whole body tightened. How often had I gotten myself off, dreaming about being tied up, spanked, and taken?

  The man drew his erect cock free from his pants. Around him, people looked on. If he was phased at having his dick out in front of an audience, he didn’t show it. He pulled her towards him and thrust his cock into her pussy, taking her, fucking her as she swung in the air.

  Darcy and I moved further into the room. We approached a seating area; four large chairs were in a circle, facing each other. Three men sat, chatting with each other. I nearly jumped as one of them laughed. It seemed odd to see something so normal in the middle of everything else going on, until we grew closer. All three men had their pants open, while two women and one man knelt between their open legs, sucking on their cocks.

  Holy shit.

  Two men walked past us. One led the other, who walked with a strange gait. When he passed us, I blushed as I noticed a plug in his ass—his bright pink ass.

  Toto, we’re not in Kansas anymore.

  “Over here.” Darcy caught my hand and pulled me towards where a crowd of people had their backs turned to us. And I’d thought she’d be the reticent one. She was practically bouncing with excitement. We squeezed our way through the crowd. The sight that met me as I made it to the front had me catching my breath in shock—and excitement.

  A large mat lay on the ground. A dark-haired man lay on his back on the mat. A slim-built redhead straddled his face, plucking at her own nipples. She threw her head back, moaning softly as he ate her pussy. A dark-skinned, gorgeous man had the other man’s legs pushed back against his chest as he thrust his dick in and out of his ass.

  “It’s a threesome,” Darcy whispered.

  Yeah, that was pretty obvious.

  Another naked man with a hairy chest and a thick, muscular body moved onto the mat. He grabbed the redhead’s face between his hands, guiding her mouth to his erect cock. With a lick of her lips and a smile, she took his cock into her mouth.

  I’d never seen anything so raw, so sexual. And I couldn’t deny the way my body stirred. My clit throbbed. Cream slickened my folds. The dark-skinned man pulled his cock free then stood. Grabbing hold of his dick, he ran his hand up and down the shaft until he exploded, ropes of cum landing on the male he’d been fucking.

  “Like what you see, sweetheart?” I glanced to my right to see an older man staring down at Darcy, his gaze fixated on her cleavage. His hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, and an earring glinted from his right ear.

  “No thanks,” I said, grabbing Darcy’s arm I headed towards the bar.

  “Hey, he was kind of cute.”

  “Darcy, he was at least twenty years older than you.”

  She shrugged. “I thought he was cute. I was enjoying myself, why’d you pull us away?”

  “Because I need a drink,” I muttered, climbing onto a bar stool.

  “I’ll buy. What would you like?” I turned to stare up at the man sitting on the stool next to me. How the hell hadn’t I noticed him before? I blamed the orgy scene we’d just come from—it had blinded me to everything else going on. The man who’d spoken wasn’t classically handsome, his jaw was just a bit too wide, his face a bit too rugged. Cleanly shaven and well-dressed, I could tell this guy had money. And unlike the man with the ponytail, his eyes didn’t linger on Darcy’s boobs. Points for him. I still wasn’t accepting a drink from him, though.

  “Two vodka sodas,” Darcy piped up.

  Seriously? Did I need to gag her? I sent her a death glare. She just shrugged. “What? I read it was the lowest calorie drink.”

  “I don’t think you need to worry about calories,” the man said smoothly, making Darcy smile. “I’m Sinclair. And you?”

  “I’m Darcy, and the grouch here is Cassie. It was her idea to come here, but I’m starting to think she’s a prude.”

  “Darcy,” I hissed. What was going on with her?

  Sinclair ordered our drinks, and they arrived quickly. “And have you se
en anything you like, Darcy?”

  Darcy scrunched her forehead into a frown. “I’ve barely seen anything. Cassie dragged me away from the orgy in the corner like her ass was on fire.”

  Dear Lord, would someone please shut her up?

  “Ah, yes, Claire and Dan love to put on a show. Anyone that wants to join in is welcome. I’m certain they’d be pleased to have you.”

  “Umm, well, not so sure about that.”

  “You’re blushing. I can’t remember the last time I saw someone blush.” His voice held a note of surprise. “What about you, Cassie?”

  “What about me?” I frowned at him. I wouldn’t be falling for his suave, sophisticated bullshit. Some of the biggest assholes I’d met were wrapped in wealth and manners.

  He raised his eyebrows. “Is there anything you like the look of?”

  Before I could answer, someone called out his name. And my tongue turned to concrete, my heart going into overdrive as I watched my biggest nightmare stride towards us.

  “Fuck, Darcy, let’s go.”

  Darcy spun on her stool. “What is it? Oh shit, Cassie, is that your dad?”

  “He’s not my dad,” I hissed at her. Too late to run. He was here. And he was furious.

  Oh shit.

  Wilde

  I couldn’t believe my eyes. There she was, sitting in my club, next to one of the most dangerous men in the city, sipping on a drink like she didn’t have a care in the fucking world.

  Oh, but I would make sure she cared. I would make sure she knew exactly how much she should care about my wishes. My rules.

  She didn’t belong here. This wasn’t the place for Cassie. She was a sweet, innocent kid.

  She’s twenty-two—no longer a kid.

  I didn’t want to think of her as an adult because then I might do something we’d both regret. She was my stepdaughter. Under my protection. Off limits.

  “What are you doing here, Cassandra?”

  She visibly swallowed, and her nervousness softened my temper. But she still had no business being here.

  She lifted her chin. Brave girl. Foolish, but brave. She was no match for me, and we both knew it.