Hotel Deviant

Hotel Deviant Deviant Kady Ash Published by Flower Bone Publishing, 2023. This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. HOTEL DEVIANT First edition. April 19, 2023. Copyright © 2023 Kady Ash. Written by Kady Ash. 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 Table of Contents Title Page Copyright Page Dedication Content Warning One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty Twenty-One Epilogue Other Books by Kady Ash About the Author Sometimes, reality is better than fantasy, and when it's not... we have books. Dirty, filthy, fuck-your-step-brother books. Like this one. Content Warning This book contains mature/darker themes, such as a step-sibling romance, breeding, touch her and die, OTT J/P hero, anonymous sex, sex work, somnophilia, perceived dubcon, spying, anal, face-fucking, toy use, orgasm control, breathplay, bondage, and cum-marking. Please be kind to yourselves. One “Who the hell is that?” Sloane asks, and I hum inquisitively as I look up from my phone. “Who is who?” Her red-tipped finger pokes the family portrait hanging on my living room wall, drawing my eye to the man on the far-right side. “Him, Marlowe.” She points again. “Him. Mr. Crazy Blue Eyes. How do you know him?” “Oh. That’s Dean. He’s my step-brother, and no, you can’t fuck him.” She snorts, looking at me and then the photo multiple times before she says anything else. “No really, who is he?” Blinking, I repeat myself. “That’s Dean. Y’know... the guy I blow you off for every Tuesday because we have a standing taco date.” “Fine, what does Dean do for a living?” She crosses her arms after air quoting my step-brother’s name, and I have to laugh — right until I remember I don’t actually know. How the fuck do I not know? “Um,” I flounder, “I think he works at a club. He’s mentioned one a couple times, but he never wants to talk about work. It’s one of our rules.” The fact that she looks like she just won a million dollars makes me want to slap her a bit. “He definitely works at a club. Did he ever mention what kind?” “The... drinking kind?” I ask, suddenly wondering if I even want to know. “How do you know him if you were just asking me who he is?” “I don’t want to ruin Taco Tuesday or the image you might have of him, but it’s kind of unfair for you to say I can’t fuck him when literally anyone can fuck him if they pay enough so... I’m just going to say it. He works at Hotel Deviant. Remember that New Year’s when we drove past that one sleek, black building and you said ‘what the hell is a building like that doing out here in the middle of nowhere’ or something? Well... it’s basically a sex hotel. Simply put, your step-bro is a hoe, but like a high-class hoe.” One breath, two breaths, three. “No, he isn’t,” I argue, shocked and a little disturbed by the way my thighs are clenching. “You’re thinking of someone else.” For a second, she looks like she feels sorry for me. “Maybe I am. But if you book a room with someone named Atlas and see him walk in... don’t say I didn’t try to warn you. All the Doms are named after gods. I’m a fucking regular with Athena.” Suddenly, the map tattoo on his back makes more sense. She’s not lying to me. Holy shit. “How the fuck often do you go?” I blurt out, lightheaded and gripping the arm of the couch like it’s a life raft keeping me from drowning in the ocean. She shrugs, walking over to put a hand on my shoulder. “Every Saturday pretty much. Athena hasn’t accepted my marriage proposal yet. Are you okay?” “Who?” Oh, right. Me. Cause I’m sweating and it’s a crisp sixty-eight in here. “I’m fine. You think you know a guy, right?” I deflect, laughing awkwardly. “Guess I know why he doesn’t tell me about his job now.” “Maybe he’s worried you’ll look at him differently? Honestly, the hotel seems to be the tamest of all of Deviant’s facets. There’s a camp you can go to for however long you want where smoking hot guys will chase you and fuck you if they catch you, a school where they’ll teach you about any and every kink known to man, and a club where pussy is literally on the menu. There’s also House Deviant, but I don’t know much about it except that the guys who work there are complete psychos and you have to pass a psych eval before they’ll let you in. It’s weird.” That’s so much information to process, I don’t know where to start. “Anyway,” she continues, “I don’t know how men work. It’s why I haven’t touched one in a year. And I haven’t fucked your brother, promise. I just... admire the aesthetic of him from afar.” What am I supposed to say to that? I can’t exactly admit that I’ve been admiring his aesthetic since I was fourteen years old and my dad married his mom, or that I’m now counting down the minutes until she leaves so I can Google the hell out of Hotel Deviant. Settling on an “Oh,” I get up to refill my wine. “Learn something new every day. Tell me about this Athena.” The way Sloane smiles is so foreign on her face it helps me actually listen to her when she responds. “She’s a literal fucking goddess. I’ve tried a few Doms there, but she’s my first Domme — and my God, I will never go back. One look from her makes me fall to my knees and I honestly might actually kill for her, which sounds fucked up, but whatever.” I study her face a little closer this time. I can’t help it. I’m dying to know