Sabotage: A Dark Enemies to Lovers Romance

Fuck, she’s absolutely stunning.

My teeth grind at that thought. I hate that about her. How she parades around town with other men. How she knows what to wear to turn me on. And the fact that I can smell her in this house. It’s aggravating, to say the least. I hate this bitch with everything inside me, but even I can’t deny that I want her. That’s what makes this so much worse. That I can’t get enough of her.

“I’m not convinced, princess,” I inform her, making a tsking sound with my tongue and teeth.

Her wrists are tied behind her back with my belt so she can’t use her hands. She’s going to have to show me what her mouth can do. As if I don’t already know.

Her eyes narrow up at me, making them darken, and she bares her perfectly straight white teeth. Good. I want her angry. Because I’m going to humble her real soon.

Laughter grows from the guys to my right, but we both ignore them. She doesn’t care who watches as long as she gets what she wants. Plus, she’s into humiliation and degradation. They turn this slut on.

Taking in a long breath, she lowers her open mouth to my cock and swallows me whole. Her anger making her more determined than ever to get me off. Just another level of our game that she doesn’t have a chance at winning. I lean my head back and close my eyes like before, enjoying how good her hot and wet mouth feels.

Soon, I feel my balls tighten, and I look down to watch. Her head bobs fast, and I’m about to explode down her throat.

With every ounce of willpower I have, I shove her off me. She sprawls onto the floor on her side, and I grip my dick just as I come. Some gets on my jeans, but most of it covers the black marble floor next to her.

I take in a few deep, calming breaths just watching her lie there. She’s gasping, eyes closed, hands still restrained behind her back. Her white party dress has ridden up around her waist, showing me the lace, nude-colored thong that is high up on her hip. I bet if I spread her legs, they’d be soaking wet. Opening her eyes, she pulls her knees up and manages to tuck them underneath her so she can sit up.

I reach out, pushing her matted hair away from her wet face, tucking it behind her ear, allowing her to see. “Look at the mess you made,” I say, pointing at the cum covering the floor in front of her.

She whimpers, her body shaking with need. My princess wants more. A slut is never satisfied.

Leaning forward, I wrap my free hand around her slender neck, feeling her pulse race, and gently kiss the side of her face. She tastes like the ocean—salty—from all the tears she’s cried, and I whisper, “Clean it up.”

Her body trembles while she breathes my name. “Colt—”

“Clean it up!” I order, standing from the chair. I grip her hair and shove her face-first onto the floor next to the cum.

She cries out but then wiggles her body to lie in a more comfortable position, flat on her stomach.

I shift my legs to where I’m standing over her, one boot on either side of her ass that is now showing thanks to her dress. “That’s what sluts do, princess,” I tell her, holding the side of her face to the cold floor while she sniffs. “They clean up their messes. And you’re my good little slut, right?”

She nods the best she can and sucks in a breath.

“Say it.”

“I’m-I’m your good little slut,” she whispers, spit flying from her mouth.

“Now, show me.”

She parts her lips, and her tongue darts out, licking at the cum, smearing it across the floor.

“Good girl,” I praise her, and she whimpers. I let go of her hair and smooth it away from her face. “All of it, princess. Every drop. Clean up your mess.”

I take a few steps back and look down at her. She’s rocking from side to side, her arms fighting being restrained by my belt, with her tongue stretched out as far as it’ll go to lick up the cum, and I smile. Every time I have her like this, it’s a small victory.

Getting an idea, I bend over, grip her thighs, and shove them apart. Then I fall to my knees between them on the floor. “I knew it.” Smiling, I look over the wet spot on her nude underwear. Since her legs are spread, she’s got her ass tilted up off the floor to give me a great view.

I move the thong to the side and run my knuckles over her wet cunt, my mouth watering for a taste. She’s completely shaved. I know she did this thinking she’d get lucky tonight.