Hotel O

by Clarissa Wild

  His lips … are everything.

  Addictive. All-consuming. Hot. Needy.

  His tongue dips out to lick my lips, groans coming out as he takes what he wants. His body presses against mine, smashing me into the window as I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him in for more.

  Just one kiss and I’m already done for.

  And the moment his mouth unlatches from mine, it feels like I went through a whirlwind of emotions, a roller coaster I don’t want to get off from.

  “So are you going to tell me why I can’t find anything about you?”

  “No,” I reply. “I don’t like being searchable online.”

  Why can’t we just go back to kissing? I lean in, attempting to do so, but he leans back.

  “Or you have a second number that you didn’t give me.”

  “Wha—”

  “Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m asking. It’s as if you don’t exist online. The only possibility is that you gave me a number you rarely use.”

  I swallow away the lump in my throat.

  “That’s it, isn’t it? Tell me. Do you have a second phone?”

  “Yes. I have a personal phone and a phone for work. So what? A lot of people do.”

  “No, just those with a profession that needs privacy. Like mine. Or you know … law enforcement, journalists … people who want to protect whatever it is they’re hiding.”

  I lean back away from him, but there’s nowhere to go.

  I’m stuck between him and the window with a heart that’s going a million miles an hour.

  “I’m not hiding anything,” I repeat.

  “Yes, you are,” he says through gritted teeth. His grip on my arms grows firmer. Then he spins me around again, shoving me face first against the glass pane.

  “You wanted to be fucked? You wanted to be mine?” he growls. “I’ll give it to you … my way.”

  Chapter 19

  Kat

  His hand snakes down my body, all the way to my ass, and squeezes tight. I suck in a breath as he pushes up my dress and claims ownership of my ass.

  “Still want it?” he growls. Then he smacks it so hard I squeal.

  “Fuck!” I can’t hold it in. My skin is glowing, and it sizzles everywhere.

  “That’s what you get for being dishonest,” he says.

  He slaps the other cheek, making the pain reverberate all over my body. I can even feel it in my pussy, making it thump. Fuck.

  “I’m not lying,” I say, but he smacks my ass again when I do.

  He rips off my panties, throwing them in the corner. “Stop denying it,” he growls.

  Another smack has me moaning out loud. I’m not sure whether it’s from pain or pleasure. The sensations are all over the place. The palm of his hand is against my back as he spanks my ass with his other hand again and again until my skin is hot and my legs begin to quiver.

  “Are you going to tell me who you work for?” he asks, his voice dark and heavy.

  But that’s just the thing. I don’t want to tell him. If I do, I’ll probably never get into the hotel again. And despite him being such a raging bastard, I do fucking love it when he humiliates me like this.

  The curtains aren’t even closed, and it’s broad daylight, so anyone could see us. Anyone could see me. Naked, in front of the window, for everyone to see. And I can’t even tell him to stop.

  His hand gently caresses my ass and then it dips between my legs, claiming what’s left of my dignity.

  “Already wet, huh? Are you such a dirty little slut that you can’t keep it together?”

  Fuck. I have a love-hate relationship with the way he talks to me. It makes me want to snap back, but at the same time, I want nothing more than for him to take me hard.

  His hand cups me, and then he pushes two fingers inside. I gasp, bracing myself against the window as he thrusts in and out of me. “Still determined to keep your little secret?” he asks.

  I don’t respond. Anything I say can and will be used against me. Not in the court of law, but definitely when it comes to his fingers and cock. And I seriously don’t want to miss out on that.

  As much as I hate to admit it, I’d do anything for him to continue. Anything. Even moan when he smacks my ass while his fingers are still inside me.

  When he pulls them out, I feel delirious. Overcome with need.

  I can hear him suck and moan. “Delicious.”

  His voice is far less harsh, but much darker … like rich, creamy chocolate I wanna eat all day long.

  “So are you going to tell me your little secret?” he murmurs.

  “I don’t have—”

  “Yes, you do,” he says. “Are you working for the competition? Is that it? Trying to steal our ideas?”

  “No,” I reply, glancing over my shoulder.

  “Okay then …” A wicked grin spreads on his lips. “Guess I’ll have to fuck it out of you then.”

  His zipper is pulled down, and a packet is ripped open. Three seconds later, his tip is right at my entrance, and he pushes inside. Firm thrusts fill me, causing me to tiptoe around as I struggle to maintain my balance.

  He’s so deep inside me that I feel as though I’m about to burst.

  Every push and pull has me struggling to breathe.

  Suddenly, he tears down the back zipper of my dress and yanks it off my shoulders, exposing my tits. And that’s not even the end of it because it drops down to the floor, leaving me bare naked. Right in front of the window. For the world to see.

  “Fuck! What are you doing?” I try to cover myself, but it’s impossible with only two hands.

  “Enjoying what belongs to me,” he growls, thrusting right back into my pussy again.

  No hesitation. Only rabid lust filling this room as he fucks me raw.

  “No limits. That’s what we agreed on, no?” he asks.

  “But everyone can see,” I say, trying not to panic even though my body feels like it’s about to succumb to the pleasure. Because let’s face it … even though it’s a scary thought to know people could be watching—and so fucking wrong—I’m still letting him do this.

  I’m willingly letting him fuck me against the window for the whole world to see without pushing him away.

  “We’re high enough not to be lewd in public,” he muses. “But I’m sure someone will see your thirsty pussy.”

  “Fuck!” I moan as he slams into me with fervor.

  “You had no limits, remember?” he says. “Or do you want to quit?”

  This is a taunt. It has to be.

  And no fucking way am I going to answer that question.

  “Just say the word, and I’ll stop,” he growls.

  He’s unrelenting. Like he’s fucking me out of rage. Fucking me to get me to talk.

  But I won’t budge. Not yet.

  “You love this, admit it,” he groans.

  We’re banging like animals. As if I’m merely a fuck doll to him. And I don’t even mind. All I crave is the fix he gives me. I’m literally addicted to the way he treats me. How he degrades me. Uses me. Humiliates me. Turns me upside down. Makes me remember his name, his touch, his cock, his claim on my body.

  Everything. I want it … and more.

  The pressure is building, and I’m on the verge of coming when he pulls out and smacks my ass so hard that I squeal out loud.

  “Not yet, Kitten. Wait until I say you can,” he says, sliding his finger along my slit to make me aware of how badly I’ve caved to his will.

  He leans to the side and grabs something off his desk. I can’t see what it is, but it’s definitely a bottle because a liquid is squirted onto my ass.

  “Now the real fun begins …”

  Declan

  First, I insert one finger. Slowly but not gently. I want her to feel every inch. Every nook and cranny of her body … that I own. Every piece of her that she wants to give to me.

  I want her to know she gave it to me willingly … but I intend to take it without remorse.r />
  I’m not the type to ever desire a girl more than once or twice, but this girl is begging for it. Her struggled moans make it so much more fun, especially when I add another finger.

  She gasps and tries to look over her shoulder to see what I’m going to do, but I shove her right back against the window.

  “No peeking,” I say. “Just enjoy.”

  “It feels so tight!”

  “It’ll only get tighter …” I groan from the thought of claiming her ass. God, I can’t fucking wait. But first, I need to prepare her for my size.

  I grab more lube and spread it all across, making sure my fingers are nicely oiled before I push them in farther.

  “Have you ever been fucked in your ass, Kitten?” I ask.

  “No …”

  “Toys?”

  “Maybe once or twice … Okay, a few more times. But no dick.” She gulps, her body shivering as I go deep and start to thrust. “Oh God …”

  “Don’t fight it. Relax and take it deep …” I whisper into her ear, filling her completely.

  As her head tilts back to rest on my shoulder, I add another finger.

  A high-pitched noise escapes her mouth, so I cover it with my free hand. “Shh … don’t want anyone to hear now, do we?”

  She shakes her head softly, then nods, sending mixed signals.

  I grin. “Confused about what you should be feeling?”

  The look in her eyes is enough. It tells me everything I need to know. All the ways in which she’ll submit to my every desire. She’s perfect … so perfect I can’t fucking get enough of her.

  When I’m done sizing her up, I take out my fingers and push my cock into her ass instead.

  She’s caught by surprise, her mouth forming an o-shape as I slowly enter her ass.

  “You wanted it filthy?” I moan, going deeper and deeper. “Then take it like a good girl and moan for me.”

  When I take my hand away from her mouth, she makes a sound that pushes all my buttons. And I bury myself inside her to the base. The more noise she makes, the more turned on I get even though that’s not at all what’s supposed to happen.

  I’m fucking her to get information out of her, yet she and that delicious body of hers have gotten me to the point that I just want to ravage her, end of.

  The tighter she feels, the harder I get, and the greedier I become. I grab her wrists and use them as reins to fuck her even harder. Every crevice of her body is exposed. Anyone could spot us right now, and the mere thought makes my cock pulse and my balls tighten.

  But I have to keep the goal in mind.

  “Are you finally ready to tell me what you’re up to?” I growl, slamming into her with every word.

  “Fuck …”

  That’s all she manages to pronounce, and I don’t blame her. It’s hard to talk with a dick up your ass.

  So I start fingering her while I keep fucking her, amplifying the sensations and driving her wild with lust. She gyrates against my fingers as I toy with her clit and push them into her pussy. Her body seems to sing and dance to every single one of my tunes. Like it was made solely for me.

  But right before she reaches her climax, I stop touching her entirely, and I pull out.

  She sucks in a breath, and mumbles, “What … why did you stop?”

  I slide my length across her ass, making her acutely aware of just how much her body is under my control. “Because you’re still not being truthful …”

  “Please …” she mumbles.

  “Oh, so you want more of this?” I ask, prodding her back entrance with just the tip. “Beg me for it.”

  “Please … give it to me.” Her voice is unsteady—weak—as if she’s given up the fight.

  Good. “Where, Kitten? What hole belongs to me?”

  “All of them,” she responds.

  A devious grin spreads across my face. “And which hole do I want right now?”

  “My ass … fuck my ass, please.”

  God, I love it when she says those dirty words. I don’t think she’s ever said them to anyone else before.

  “Good … you’re finally learning,” I growl, and I shove my dick back inside. “You’re my little slut, and you do as I say.”

  “Fuck!” she mewls as I bang her hard and fast.

  Even though I let go of her wrists to play with her, I don’t let her adjust positions as I pound away. I want her to know she belongs to me now. Whether she likes it or not, she gave herself to me willingly, and this is what happens when you prance around in front of me. Tease me and you’re going to get royally fucked.

  And even though I still don’t have an answer to my question, I keep taking her ass because I’m already too engulfed in lust to stop. Her nipples push against the cold glass, peaking hard, and in the reflection, I watch myself fuck her. I keep flicking her clit, feeling it swell underneath my fingers. And right before I come, I tell her to come.

  When she does, her ass contracts around my dick, making it even tighter, and it sends me over the edge.

  I pull out, rip off the condom, and squirt all over her ass, covering it with cum. Then I lather it all over her with my shaft, making sure it’s nice and glossy for me to enjoy.

  Then I grab my phone from my desk and take a picture of her.

  “What’s that for?” she asks, still panting, still dripping wet.

  I smile, cocking my head when she gazes at me over her shoulder. “Insurance.”

  Her face turns sour. “For what?”

  “That you’ll keep me and this business a secret.”

  The infuriated look on her face means I’m right about that.

  “What?” she gasps, turning around to face me. Her eyes shift down toward the phone. “Show me.”

  I lift it up but hold it far away, showing her the picture that clearly shows her face and ass. “Should you talk about my work … This will have me covered.”

  “You wouldn’t,” she says through gritted teeth.

  “Try me,” I reply.

  I barely manage to tuck my phone into my pocket before she tries to snag it away from me. “Ah, ah.” I lift a finger and sway it from side to side. “Mine.”

  “That’s not fair.”

  “Life’s not fair,” I say, raising a brow.

  “Really?” she scoffs, cringing. “What does that have to do with you keeping pictures of me?”

  “I like to be prepared for the worst.” I tuck my cock back into my pants and zip up, then pick up the condom and throw it in the trash.

  Still enraged, she snags some tissues from my desk to rub her ass dry. “You’re only assuming I’m a bad girl who works for some evil company. I’m not.”

  “Well, since you won’t tell me, I don’t know that for sure, now do I?”

  She rubs her lips together, clearly holding something back. I know it’s because she’s frustrated that I don’t believe her. But what else can I do? Why else would she have two phone numbers?

  “You’re an asshole,” she grumbles, pulling up her dress and zipping it.

  My lip twitches. I hate it when she calls me that. All I’m trying to do is protect this hotel. She should understand its importance.

  “I’m doing what I think is best,” I reply.

  “For you, yeah,” she says, clearly pissed off. “But I’m not the one with a compromising picture of you saved on my phone. Are you trying to blackmail me?”

  “No. It’s just for safekeeping. That’s it.”

  She crosses her arms. “Right, so I’m supposed to trust you, but not vice versa? Got it.”

  “Trust? You wanna talk about trust when you’re the one stalking my ass?” I growl back.

  “You know what? Never mind. I don’t even know why I came here in the first place.” She turns around, marches toward the door, unlocks it, and throws it open.

  I follow her as she walks out on me. She doesn’t know what she came here for? Bullshit. She knew from the get-go … Fucking. That’s it. None of this emotional bullshit. None.
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br />   “You came here to be fucked!” I yell at her as she bolts down the hallway.

  But she doesn’t turn around. All she does is stick her middle finger in the air before disappearing from view. And for some reason, it pisses me off more than anything.

  Only when she’s gone do I notice all the people staring at me, co-workers and guests. I quickly turn around, grunting, and slam the door shut behind me. Some fucking peace and quiet—that’s what I need. Fuck.

  Fuck that fucking Kitty Kat messing with my head.

  Messing with my … feelings.

  Why do I even have them? Why am I so fucking angry?

  I march to my desk to get back to work and forget about it all, but something stops me in my tracks. Something I see lying on the floor on the way there.

  Her ripped apart panties.

  A stark reminder of how badly I fucked up.

  Chapter 20

  Kat

  Who does he think he is? Fucking asshole, prying into my private life, trying to find out where I work and who I am. He actually tried to track me down online—like an actual stalker—and then had the nerve to reprimand me for doing the exact same thing. How is that not hypocritical?

  I make a “tsk” sound even though no one here in my tiny little house can hear it. But I don’t care. I need to vent and cool down, and right now, this glass of wine just isn’t doing enough for me.

  So I call up my best buddy, Flynn.

  “Flynn? Where are you?” I ask the moment he picks up.

  “I’m at work, Kat,” he responds.

  “Right now? It’s night,” I say.

  “Yeah. I don’t work regular hours.”

  I groan out loud. “Fuck. I really need you.”

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Oh … a certain asshole did something pretty shitty today.”

  “That same asshole?” he says with a sarcastic voice.

  “Yep.”

  “Kat …” He sighs. “You’re better than this.”

  “I know, but I can’t quit him. It’s like coffee, you know? No matter how many times you tell yourself it’s gonna be your last cup and you’re gonna go cold turkey … it always fails.”