Hotel O

“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.