Bad Boy Sinner (Bad Boy 2)

"Will you help Graham?"

I took in a breath, surprised at how my body still responded to her, especially with her on her knees like that. The callous part of me couldn’t help but think of her on her knees before me, sucking my dick. At that moment, a plan began to develop in my mind.

"Tell me why I should, Celia. What do I get out of this?"

Of course, I knew exactly what I wanted to get out of it. I wanted her.

I wanted her to be my fuck toy. My plaything. I wanted to be able to order her onto her knees and she'd comply, opening her mouth wide to accept my dick.

I stared her down, waiting, my hands on my hips.

"I'll do anything you want, Hunter," she said, her voice breaking. "Anything. Name it and I'll do it."

I shook my head. "What can you do for me that I can't get from any number of other women?" I asked, enjoying the way she looked as she knelt at my feet. "Women who'd enjoy it, and not hate every minute."

"Anything," she said once more, tears spilling out of her eyes and down her cheeks.

In truth, I would have been willing to pay off Graham's debt and not collect anything in return, but at that moment, I wanted her to suffer.

"I'll pay the debt," I said. "As for your off

er, I'll consider my options. How much does he owe?"

I already knew, but I wanted her to have to say it, confess it all.

"A hundred and forty thousand."

I whistled, trying to imply it was big money, but it was pocket change.

"That's a lot of high-priced call girl services, Celia." I eyed her, amused now at my cunning plan. "At five hundred an hour, that works out to…" I said and smiled, "three hundred hours of being my fuck toy."

Her eyes widened and I'm sure I heard her intake of breath—in surprise or horror, I didn’t know.

"Are you really going to hate fuck me in payment?" she asked, defiant to the end.

I liked that fire in her. She was willing to come to me and ask for help even though she knew I was now in deep with the mafia.

I respected her balls.

I bit my bottom lip. "Hate fucks are pretty good, Celia. You should know. Isn't that what you did to me?"

"That was never what happened between us," she protested, and I almost believed her. "Why would you even think that? "

"Graham told me." I met her eyes. "He told me you wanted Greg, not me, but I was easier. As soon as you got Greg, you threw me away like trash."

"No, no," she said. "That's not true. I never—"

"Stop," I said and chopped my hand down. "It doesn’t matter anyway so no more lies." I walked down the hall. “I’ll contact Stepan and pay the debt. As for you," I said opening the door that led back to the club. "I'll think about what I want from you, if anything. But you better make it worth my while."

Celia went through the door, wiping her eyes, and I passed her on the way back to the sofas where Misha and the girls sat. I stopped before I got to the dais and turned to face her.

"You should go home, Celia. Your makeup's all messed up and I'm sure one of your frat boys is waiting for you. We'll be in touch. You can count on that."

Then I went back up to the sofas where Lila and Misha were waiting. I bent down and kissed Lila on the mouth.

Celia left the club and I was determined to never see her again. I wouldn't collect on the debt Graham owed me. But then I thought of what Stepan had done to Graham. I thought about how Celia had been on her knees in front of me, begging.

I turned to Misha. "Do you feel like helping me out, teaching someone a lesson? Get a bit of boxing time in? There's someone who needs my special touch."