Sabotage: A Dark Enemies to Lovers Romance

“Just how I like you. Restrained to my bed and crying.” He runs his thumb over my lips, and I move my head, able to suck it into my mouth.

“Oh, no.” He yanks it out. “You’ll have plenty to suck on later.”

I groan in frustration, trying to rub my thighs together to ease the pressure between them. He’s got every light in his room on and it hurts my tired eyes. We’re both wet, fresh out of the shower. He helped wash me clean of our previous activities because I was too weak to do it myself.

He lowers his head to my chest and sucks on my nipple.

I arch my back. This isn’t my first time to fuck my stepbrother. It’s been going on for years. I went out with Tatum tonight. We both got wasted. An Uber dropped me off and I walked through the house to find him and his friends in the formal dining room. I actually can’t remember what was said or how things went down for me to end up on my knees with my hands tied behind my back with his belt, but I’ve stopped questioning it years ago.

If Colt wants it, he gets it. If I want it, he makes sure to give it to me.

It’s just the way things go.

“Colt, please. I need to come.”

He releases my nipple and crawls his body down mine. Gripping my thighs, he throws them over his shoulders.

“Fuck—yes.” I lift my hips, practically in tears.

He slaps my pussy, making me cry out. “You’re so fucking greedy.” He growls before licking up my wetness.

I could burst right now. My pussy is pulsing, I’m soaking wet, and I would do anything to get off at this point.

“I’ll let you come, princess.” He kisses my inner thigh, and I try to move my hips side to side to get his mouth where I want it.

He sinks his teeth into my thigh, making me yank on the restraints. Releasing my skin, he kisses the now burning spot tenderly. “And after you come all over my face, you’re going to lick it clean. Do you understand?”

I nod, squirming. “Yes.”

Another kiss, this time on my pelvic bone, and I growl at him like an animal about to attack. “And you’re going to thank me.”

Another yes. Or maybe I just think it. I don’t know. I’m starting to see dots.

“Then I’m going to fuck your mouth and come all over your face. You’ll thank me for that too.”

“Anything.” My hips buck when he pushes a finger into me.

“We’re going to repeat that process, princess.” He pushes a second one into me, and I can’t breathe. My body is pulled tighter than a rubber band. “Until you pass out from exhaustion.”

That night was the best kind of torture. He delivered on his promise. I passed out in his bed at some point and woke in mine the following morning. I didn’t get out of bed that entire day. My body too weak, head too foggy. I knew I’d never reach that high again.

Keeping my eyes closed, I lower my hand between my legs and start to play with myself thinking about that night. Nate didn’t get me off earlier in bed, so I have to do it myself.

A sound has my eyes springing open, and I go to scream out when I see I’m not alone, but a hand slaps over my mouth.

COLTON

“HEY, PRINCESS,” I say, and her eyes narrow up at me.

Her hands hit my bare chest, and I take a step back, lowering my hand from her mouth now that the initial shock of me being in the shower with her is gone.

“What the fuck, Colt?” She shoves me and goes to exit the shower. But I grab her upper arm, keeping her inside.

“Get out!” she snaps, turning around to glare at me, her wet hair slapping her face in the process.

“No.”

She lets out a huff. “Going to punish me for destroying your precious car?”

I laugh. I’ve had a few hours to calm down since the show she put on for everyone. The drinks and the joint that Finn gave me helped settle my anger. Now I’m just horny, and Amy wasn’t doing it for me. But the moment I saw Raylee standing at my door, I knew exactly who would. I didn’t even finish. Once Amy came, I was done with her. Raylee has ruined me for any other woman. They’re boring. Unfulfilling. “Not right now.” I answer honestly.

“Then get the hell out of here. I want to shower in peace.”

Reaching up, I grip her wet hair, yanking her head back and making her hiss in a breath. “I want you.” I don’t hide why I’m in here with her. “And by the way you were touching yourself, I think you want me too.” Highly doubt she was dreaming about her boyfriend since he’s in her bed. If she wanted him, she’d wake him up.