The Dirty Hotel King: A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  “I can’t help but think you’re lying,” My voice shook.

  Steele sighed and took a long sip of his coffee.

  “Well, I’m not.”

  “You’re a billionaire, and I’m a nobody…”

  “Rosy, stop.”

  “My dad is a bum but he’s all I’ve got. I’m invisible and I’ll never measure up to those women you’ve been with.”

  “Rosy, enough!”

  I stopped talking and looked away. I couldn’t let him see me cry.

  I opened the screen door and went back into the cabin. I felt incredibly stupid. Why did I think someone like Steele would want me?

  No one had ever wanted me. I enjoyed the sex, and I’d loved how he had made me feel like a woman, but it had all been a dream.

  I wobbled to the bedroom, locked the door, and got ready for a shower.

  The warm water felt so relaxing on my bare skin. I let the water wash over my hair and closed my eyes.

  I wished I could just drown and forget about everything.

  I was too hurt to gather my thoughts. Memories of the past month flooded my head.

  Meeting Steele. Losing my virginity. Falling for Steele. And then having to deal with Steele pushing me away.

  It was all like a bad nightmare. I started to wish I had never met him. Maybe then it’d be easier.

  Tears filled my eyes as I dipped my head under the warm spray and sniffled in a bleak attempt to drown my sorrows.

  I switched the shower off and stood still for a moment. Maybe Steele would be inside, telling me that everything would be okay. Maybe this was all a test. Maybe he just didn’t want me to run off again. Exhaling loudly, I opened the shower door and stepped out.

  I walked into the bedroom, dripping wet. My mind flashed back to Steele, sending heat through my body.

  I heard the front door open and close. Steele was back inside.

  Defiance started to radiate through me, killing off an remaining sources of innocence I had left.

  I walked out of the bedroom and stood in the middle of living room, stark naked. It was chilly and my nipples were as stiff as little pebbles, but I didn’t care. I wanted Steele to see me – all of me.

  Steele immediately looked at me with shock.

  “Rosy?” There was confusion in his voice.

  “Do you really want to watch me walk away forever?” I asked plaintively. I was shocked at my statement, but I didn’t regret it. My inner bad girl was slowly coming out.

  Steele scanned me up and down, his eyes mesmerized by my wet, naked body.

  I stood up taller and walked in front of him. Grabbing his hand, I placed it on my breast, then stared him straight in the eyes.

  Steele swallowed hard, his hold on my breast becoming tighter. His index finger carefully outlined my erect nipple, making my pussy wet.

  I wanted him, but I wanted him to beg for it.

  I put my hand over his and slowly removed it. Moving even closer to him, I put my hand on his hard cock and rubbed it.

  His lips twitched as my hand grazed over him. I could tell he wanted to fuck me.

  As badly as I wanted him to turn me around and fuck me in the ass, I had to make a point.

  “Are you a bad girl now?” Steele teased. I stopped rubbing his cock and took his chin in my hand.

  I got on my tip toes and kissed him hard on the mouth, sticking my tongue in his mouth. As I pulled away, he looked shocked and confused.

  “No more innocence. You fucked it out of me, Mr. Steele.”

  Steele grinned and unbuttoned his pants. I turned quickly and walked back to the bedroom, throwing myself on the bed.

  At least he could fuck me.

  Chapter 14

  Rosy

  When Steele started to distance himself, everything took a turn for the worst.

  In fact, the very moment he had told me our interactions were just a part of the transaction, my heart was broken.

  I felt stupid.

  Why had I even allowed myself to think anything different?

  It didn’t matter that I’d been unable to avoid thinking of Steele as a boyfriend. I was a fool, a naïve little girl, and I should have listened.

  But ignoring him was impossible. He was like a mixture between a young Clark Gable, with his dark hair and smoldering sea-blue eyes, and a hint of Clint Eastwood with his strong and masculine demeanor.

  I loved it.

  But he didn’t love me.

  He saw me as an immature, somewhat convenient, piece of ass. I realized the sex was the only thing that could block out my heartache.

  After that morning on the porch, he had come back inside and demanded a blowjob.

  I had a couple of tears left in my eyes, but I wiped them away to please him as best as I could.

  I had dropped to my knees the moment his request left his lips and submissively crawled to him on my hands and knees.

  My mouth was hungry for his cock. Whenever he had a wish or command, I couldn’t ignore it. Steele was my master, my lord.

  And I had no choice but to obey him.

  He bit his lip as I pressed my palms into the soft carpet. I could see the print of his huge cock through his jeans and despite my feelings of heartache and sadness, I was so excited to have it in my mouth again.

  I kept my eyes on him, hoping he’d be aroused enough to want me in the way I wanted him.

  But he simply unzipped his jeans, and whipped out his large cock.

  “Yum,” I breathed as I wiggled my tongue around my lips. Steele kept a stoic expression and motioned for me to come closer. I inched closer, trying to conceal my desperation.

  By time I made it to his feet, he roughly took my head and shoved his cock down my throat. I closed my eyes, savoring the taste and sensation.

  “I’m just here to fuck your throat,” Steele informed me with a grunt. He kept a firm grip on my hair, squeezing it tighter and tighter as his cock plunged into my waiting mouth.

  His cock was warm and invited my throat to open for him. I started to gag, but he didn’t take his cock out of my mouth.

  I didn’t want him to.

  “Take all of my cock, baby girl,” Steele grunted. I looked up as I tightened my lips around his cock. His eyes were partially closed and he was biting his lips hard, trying not to let any sound out.

  I knew how to get a rise out of him though.

  Gently cupping his balls, I jiggled them in my hands, never taking my gaze off of him. His eyes opened and his lips parted, letting out a cry of pleasure.

  His eyes met mine and he tried to mask his pleasure, but I gently squeezed his balls tighter. When I held him like that, it made me feel powerful. For one single second, I was in control. Even though I was on my knees, Steele’s balls were in my hand and I had the power to hurt him.

  Not that I ever would, though. All I wanted to do was worship him and give him pleasure in ways that he’d never dreamed of before.

  “Fuck, Rosy!” Steele panted. He placed both of his hands in my hair, yanking it hard. The sensation drove me wild, and Steele pushed his cock nice and deep in my warm mouth until my throat was full.

  I placed my hands in on his hips to allow him deeper in my throat, wanting to feel his cock deep inside of me.

  The tip of his manhood was soft on the roof of my mouth as his balls gently slapped my face.

  I quickly took his cock out of my mouth, jacking him off with my hand. His breathing was heavy and jagged as I stared deeply at him.

  “You taste so fucking good, Mr. Steele.” I licked my lips to show just how badly I wanted him. “I love the taste of your hard cock.”

  Steele flared his nose, unable to control how much he wanted me.

  He then yanked me by the hair, bringing my lips to the tip of his cock.

  “You better make me come then.” His jaw was clenched and he seemed more aggressive than usual which turned me on even more.

  My cunt was drenched with my own juices, and I wanted him to fuck me hard. I took
his cock in my mouth again, bobbing my head up and down his shaft.

  I kept my hands on his shaft, rubbing them up and down. His eyes rolled back, and he gritted his teeth.

  “Rosy....”

  It didn’t take long for his cock to start throbbing, signaling me that his cum was about to start rushing down my throat.

  I kept his balls in my hands, gently massaging them until his load filled my waiting mouth. My eyes started to water, and I could fear tears sliding down my face from taking his cock so deep in my throat.

  I couldn’t stop though. I loved the taste of him, and the sensation of him fucking my throat with his cock.

  Steele was moaning uncontrollably now. He grabbed a fistful of my hair as his warm load started to gush down my throat.

  “Oh fuck,” he whispered, pulling his cock out of my mouth.

  I giggled and wiped my mouth clean with the back of my hand.

  “I take it you enjoyed that?” Peering up at Steele, I blinked at him. Now that I’d given him head, I was ready for him to fuck me. After all, a good blowjob meant that we were on good terms again, right?

  But I was wrong.

  Steele walked into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. My heart sank as I listened to the sound of him filling a tumbler and draining it at once.

  Placing the cup in the sink, he cleared his throat and walked right past me. I felt dejected as I watched his perfect body walk further and further away, closing the space between our bodies.

  I stayed crumpled on the floor as he strode away to the bedroom and turned on the shower.

  He used to kiss me long and hard on the mouth after I sucked his cock. But he had recently stopped doing that. Steele’s affection had disappeared after our fateful talk, and now I was afraid it would never return.

  Sighing heavily, I hoisted myself up. I knew it was no use.

  I had tried everything to switch things around, but he was like a stubborn old mule. He was stuck in his ways.

  I couldn’t help but think it was all my fault. My brain couldn’t even process what I had done wrong.

  We only had two weeks left together in the remote cabin, but my heart was desperately aching to be with him forever.

  I had nothing.

  My heart couldn’t just give in to defeat though. I loved Steele. I loved him from the moment he fucked me, and I loved him for the times he tried to get to know me.

  No one had ever cared that much.

  No matter what Steele claimed to feel, those nights we’d spent together had meant something. Even my inexperienced mind could tell that our shared passion had been real.

  I was determined to enjoy these last few moments before I was forced to go back to living my uneventful, invisible life.

  I’d always known that I’d wanted more from life, and Steele had confirmed my deepest desires. I was no longer content to work sunrise to sunset for my ungrateful drunk of a father.

  I wanted more.

  There was a tiny sliver of hope in my heart – I didn’t want to accept that Steele was heartless and cold. But I couldn’t keep relying on that small sliver to get me through the next two weeks.

  Most of the time, I tried to tell myself that Steele could never love a person like me. And most of the time, it worked.

  But other times…well, other times, I wasn’t so sure.

  Sometimes when Steele would touch me, I had a feeling he wanted more. His fingers would glide against my skin, lingering on certain spots, as if he were trying to memorize what I felt like.

  Whenever we’d go to sleep, he’d start off on the other side of the bed with pillows between us, but he’d always break through the pillows just to cuddle me, and nuzzle my hair. In the mornings, I’d wake up sweaty and warm from the cradle of his arms.

  When he’d grab me I could feel the want in his hold. He wanted me. But he struggled with accepting that.

  I could sense his blatant desperation.

  Why did he have to hide it?

  I was dreading our last night together, but I knew it had to come. I had fixed one of the most delicious and visually appealing dinners.

  Fettuccine Alfredo with shrimp and broccoli paired with mahi-mahi.

  Steele hadn’t put in a request for anything special, which made me sad: had he forgotten that this was our last dinner together? Still, I wanted to go above and beyond. I wanted to prepare something that was both visually appealing and sensual…just like Steele himself.

  Food always brought satisfaction to men, especially Steele. He was used to well prepared meals, and he loved to eat.

  Everything had to be perfect. Even though our connection was dwindling by the second, I still cherished that small sliver of hope alive in my heart.

  It took me half of the day to prepare it, and by time I was done, I was sweating and my hair was a tangled mess at the nape of my neck.

  Steele had been in his office all day answering calls, and occasionally yelling at associates. I tried to sneak inside a couple of times, once in the morning when I brought him his breakfast, and then again with his lunch.

  But he kept his chair facing the wall, ignoring my presence as if I were hired help, or some kind of pest.

  Making dinner was the only thing I could do to take my mind off of my crumbling heart.

  But when Steele came into the kitchen with a curious look on his face, I knew I’d done well. The delicious aroma looked like it had awakened his senses, and I heard his stomach rumble from the doorway.

  “What is that? Italian?” Steele leaned against the door and crossed his arms over his chest.

  “Yup. Fettuccine Alfredo, and I’ve got some mahi-mahi here as well.”

  Steele started to smile but caught himself. His gaze fell on his shoes and he simply shrugged. The tension came back to the room and I felt a cold stab of fear pierce my heart.

  “Sounds nice.” His tone sounded flat. His eyes caught my gaze, sensing my distress. His shoulders fell and his eyes seemed almost regretful. I tore my eyes from his though.

  I nodded and went back to the stove, trying my best to keep my feelings locked up. I didn’t need him to pity me. My heart was broken, but that could never change how I felt about Steele.

  Nothing could.

  When the mahi-mahi was done, I took it from the oven, tested it with a fork, and placed it on the table. The cabin was filled with mouthwatering smells and despite my apprehension, I was proud.

  “Wow,” Steele muttered quietly. I felt a twinge of satisfaction as he stared in awe of the dinner. It was the first time he’d given me such blatant praise.

  “Dig in,” I said softly.