The Dirty Hotel King: A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  I cupped her face in my hands, looking her deep in the eyes.

  “I know that. You’re the most precious thing to me. Why do you think I went through so much to get you everything you have now? I just didn’t want you to get attached to a man like me, Rosy. You deserve so much more.”

  “A man like you?” She repeated.

  “A man who has hurt women and used them.”

  Rosy tore away from me, anger shooting through her eyes.

  “That was twenty years ago, Steele! This is now! If you want me, then just be with me damn it! If not, then please just go and let me live my life.”

  I sank back down into the couch.

  “Rosy, I want you. I want only you. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t afraid. I’ve been a serial cheater. I’ve been an asshole and a scoundrel. If you don’t want me, I understand.”

  Rosy rolled her eyes and snorted.

  “I never wanted anyone but you! I never wanted Cris, and if it makes you feel better, I never had sex with him or any other guy! I never cheated on you! I only went out with him to try and get over you. He was the perfect distraction.” Rosy looked pleased with herself. “But he’s gone now. I got a restraining order against him. He was stalking you.”

  Rage filled my heart and I growled loudly. “That motherfucking piece of shit,” I uttered through clenched teeth. “I’m going to kill him!”

  “No, that’s not necessary,” Rosy said with a shaking of her head. I could tell she was pleased. “The police are handling it.”

  “Your safety is my main concern Rosy.”

  Rosy walked towards the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. “Do you want anything?”

  I stared at her and blinked. How could she ask such a mundane question? We were in the middle of the most intense moment of my life.

  “Water,” I said weakly. Rosy poured two glasses of water and carried them to the couch She handed one to me and I drained the entire thing.

  I hadn’t drank anything since the night before.

  “I know you care about my safety, Steele. But it’s hard for me to believe what you’re saying. How do I know this isn’t one of your traps?” Rosy trailed off. “How do I know that you’re telling the truth? How do I know you won’t change your mind and leave me?”

  “I thought I was being smart by letting you go, but I realized that was biggest mistake I could have ever made. Rosy, I love you. I can’t live without you.”

  Rosie looked away, her cheeks deepening in color.

  “You hurt me to the core. But I want you to trust in yourself,” she said softly.

  I got down on my knees and held onto her hand.

  “I want to try, Rosy. Just give me a chance.”

  Rosy stood up again and head over to the window, turning her back to me. I had a thought to follow her, but I knew I should probably keep my distance.

  “Have you ever loved someone so much that you placed their happiness above your own?”

  I swallowed hard. The truth was that I’d never felt that until Rosy herself had come into my life. But now that I’d experienced it once, I knew I couldn’t live without it. I couldn’t live without her – I needed her, like a drug.

  “Yes,” I said slowly. “I have.”

  Rosy clenched her fists.

  “I spent my entire life trying to make my dad happy. He never really liked me though. I was a liability to him.”

  “Yeah, but you’re his kid still.”

  Rosy shook her head and turned around.

  “No, I’m just his biological daughter. He sees me as a problem. When my stepmother left, he blamed me. He blamed me for so much, yet I still did everything I could to make him happy. And you see how that worked out for me,” she added with a touch of sarcasm.

  “He didn’t deserve you,’” I said savagely.

  Rosy bit her lip. “I don’t know about that,” she said in a soft voice. “I think I could have tried harder, to be a better daughter. But either way, no matter what, I bet he’d still have wound up selling me to the first man willing to pay.”

  Rosy walked closer to me. Her arms tightly by her side.

  “Are you going to let your past determine your future with me? Because if so, then you really don’t care about me. If so, you’re just as selfish as my father.”

  Her words were painful as they sliced through me. I took a deep breath as I thought over what I’d have to do in order to convince Rosy that I would do anything to make it work with her.

  “No. I’m not going to let my past dictate my future. But I know that I’m not willing to hurt you. I can’t do that.”

  Rosy’s chubby fingers squeezed mine. “Good,” she said. “Because I am not going to share you with other women. You’re going to be mine.”

  I pulled Rosy closer, until her frantic heartbeat was thudding against my neck. I wanted her to be proud of me and trust me. I wanted her to know that as long as she was in my arms, she’d always be safe.

  My history with women haunted me like a disease, but I was looking forward to discarding it for good. I was ready to be cleansed of my sins.

  I had suffered my sentence indefinitely. I’d put myself through pain and torture for years, and I knew it would take more time before I was able to finally forgive myself.

  Rosy was my primary focus, and I had to be sure I did everything to protect her.

  We fell into silence and I kissed the top of Rosy’s head, wondering what she was thinking.

  “How many women did you hurt?” Rosy asked suddenly. I cleared my throat and drained the rest of my water, swallowing tightly.

  “Rosy, this doesn’t matter anymore,” I said. “Those women are my past. You’re my future.”

  “I want to know,” Rosy insisted. She pursed her lips. “And…I know it’s going to hurt,” she added quickly. “I hate thinking about you with other women. But I love you, and if we’re going to make this work, we need to be honest with each other.”

  “It doesn’t concern you,” I said flatly.

  “Steele, if we’re going to be together, everything concerns me.”

  “I really never kept track Rosy,” I lied. In truth, there had been dozens and dozens of women. But Rosy didn’t need to know that. She was mine, my girl forever, and I had to protect her from the horrors of the world.

  “You’re lying,” Rosy said sourly.

  I shrugged. “They weren’t important to me. Not like you.”

  “Do you ever think about them?” she asked. I shrugged, anxious to get off of the subject.

  “Only briefly.”

  “You see how uncomfortable you are speaking about it? That’s how uncomfortable you should be when you think about cheating.” Her words were edged with anger and her brown eyes were intense and dark as she took my water glass into the kitchen and left me alone.

  My heart was still beating like crazy.

  Rosy washed dishes in silence for a good ten minutes before coming back into the living room.

  She stood in front of me, her brown eyes boring into my own.

  “You have given me so much to be thankful for, so I’d be stupid to not want something with you, Steele. But I want you to want to be better. That’s the only way I can stay with you.”

  “Rosy, that’s all I want. Please teach me how to be better. I want to trust myself.”

  Rosy walked over to me and sat in my lap, resting her head on my chest. I leaned back on the couch and cradled her gently. It felt so damn good to have her back in my arms again.

  Her hair smelled like fresh jasmine. My favorite. Her skin as soft as silk, and her body was soft and luscious pressed against mine.

  I smoothed her curls down with my hand, and leaned close, bringing her in for a light kiss. As soon as our lips touched, I felt awakened. She was pulling me in, but this time I was staying.

  I held her tighter than before, kissing down her neck, savoring the sensation of her. I needed her.

  I didn’t want to be playboy Steele anymore. I loved Ro
sy. I wanted her to be safe in my arms forever.

  “I love you, baby girl,” I whispered into her hair. Rosy hugged me tighter.

  “I love you more.”

  I had my baby girl. I was whole. Finally.

  Epilogue

  Rosy

  Two Years Later …

  Light streamed into the bathroom, reflecting on the glass and marble. The steam from the shower filled the space with a hazy mist that was scented with jasmine and honey.

  These lazy Saturday mornings were my favorite because they were full of laughter, hot sex, and happiness.

  I had woken up early, as usual, and decided to take a hot shower before making breakfast.

  I had been craving chocolate waffles with maple sausage all night, even in my sleep. My back was aching and my ankles were slightly swollen, but I ignored the pain because I was full of joy.

  Two years had passed since Steele and I had committed to each other, and I was growing happier and bigger every day.

  I turned the shower on and waited for the stream to fill the entire bathroom, delighted that I had been able to slip out of bed without waking Steele.

  A smile stretched across my face as I stepped into the shower, letting the warm water soak my body. As always, I couldn't help but admire the gorgeous pearl walls of the shower.

  The ceiling had shimmering diamonds scattered over a mural of the ocean. This was Steele’s personal touch. He said he had always wanted to live in the ocean, so he decided to paint it.

  I had encouraged him to start painting a year ago, and he flourished like a natural. He even opened an art gallery with his paintings. There were oceans, parks, mountains, and my favorite: a painting of me sleeping in his arms.

  The Grand had hosted the art gallery two months ago, and aside from our wedding day, it was one of the only times I’d seen Steele show so glee and happiness. He was elated with the way things were going.

  I was, too.

  I rubbed soap all over my body and was about to grab the shampoo when I felt Steele’s warm, strong arms hug me from behind.

  “A shower without me?”

  I giggled and turned to face him, kissing him softly on the lips. He grinned and tucked my wet hair behind my ears.

  Steele pressed his body against mine, admiring my dripping wet tits and cunt. I could feel his cock getting hard as he ran his hands up and down my chest. The sensation of his hands on my skin had me trembling and gasping and I spread my legs, eager for him to take me.

  He pushed me back against the wall and slid his fingers down onto my swollen clit. They massaged my pussy, and finally rubbed over my clit, gently teasing me. I purred as the sensation grew more intense with Steele’s ministrations.

  “I know you like that. You’ve been wanting me to play with this pussy, huh?” Steele whispered. I nodded my head quickly, biting my lip.

  “Yes,” I whimpered.

  Steele slid his middle finger inside my hole, causing me to gasp. It felt so goddamn good.

  “Do you want more baby? You want me to fuck you?” He kissed me hard, slipping his tongue in my mouth. I pulled away and ran my fingernails down his chest.

  “I want you inside me!” I gasped. After two years of passionate sex, I’d learned to be more vocal about my needs and Steele always rewarded me with his hard cock. It never got old or tiring – I always wanted him.

  Steele pulled away, taking his fingers out of me. His black hair was drenched from the water, and completely slicked back. In the morning light of the bathroom, his eyes looked brilliantly blue.

  Steele caressed my cheek and gave me a wicked smile.

  “God, you’re beautiful,” he said with a glint in his eyes. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into an embrace.

  Our warm, wet bodies were pressed together and for a second, I felt like we would never come apart.

  “Thank you for making me feel that way,” I whispered as tears sparked in my eyes. I truly believed that Steele saved me from my self-hatred.

  Two years ago, I was lost. But all of that had changed when I’d met Steele. Steele had shown me what it meant to be loved.

  How did I get so lucky?

  I pulled away from Steele and blushed hotly. The water drummed on my back and I smiled as a blend of arousal and happiness swelled inside of me.

  Steele gently took me by the arm and gripped tightly. “I need you,” he growled.

  He laced his fingers around my neck, gripping it hard. My mouth gaped open as I gasped for air. With his free hand, he traced my bottom lip with his thumb, looking me up and down hungrily.

  “The only question is…where should I fuck you?” He asked with a mischievous look in his eyes.

  My pussy was soaking wet, and my ass needed a good pounding. I shivered as I thought about Steele’s cock plunging deep inside of me and taking me for his own.

  “Take whichever one you want,” I teased.

  I grinned and turned around, sticking my ass out. I looked over my shoulder and saw that Steele was licking his lips at the sight of my open holes.

  He smacked my ass hard and rubbed the tip of his cock on my asshole, teasing me.

  “Are you ready baby girl?” He asked breathlessly.

  I placed my hands on the shower wall and spread my legs.

  “Yes, daddy.”

  Steele placed his hands on my waist and pushed the hard tip of his cock to my tight hole. I groaned as I felt my skin stretching to fit him. He felt so fucking good.

  I moaned out, ready for him to fuck me nice and hard.

  “Fuck me already!” I cried out. Steele grabbed my ass, squeezing it hard and then slid his hard cock all the way in my ass.

  My eyes rolled back as he stretched my hole. I cried out with pleasure and took my hand to my pussy, rubbing my clit hard and fast. Tears filled my eyes as intense sensations flooded my body.

  My legs shook as I continued to rub my clit. Steele began pounding my ass hard. He spanked me and slapped me, riding me hard against the wall of the shower. When Steele took my hand in his and held me tightly, I grunted and pushed my ass against him. I wanted every inch of his powerful manhood deep inside of my ass.

  “You’re so tight!” He groaned loudly. I could feel his balls softly slapping my ass as he thrusted, and I flushed at the taboo sensation. Who would have thought getting fucked in the ass could feel so good?

  Steele’s grunts quickly turned to soft moans as he pounded his hard member into my ass. I arched my back to allow him to him deeper access. When he was buried to the hilt, we cried out in tandem ecstasy.

  I closed my eyes as my body went limp, I could feel myself descending into another world as we made love in the shower. He held me tight, squeezing onto my tits. I clenched my cunt as we fucked, ready to power through an intense orgasm.

  His breath was warm on my face and as I lost myself further into the magic of sex, I forgot where we were. All I could focus on were the sounds of us fucking each other into oblivion.