Sabotage: A Dark Enemies to Lovers Romance

“Colt,” she whispers my name. “Please?”

I look down at her. “I don’t think …”

My words trail off when she grabs my hands and places them on her large breasts. “I want you, Colt.” Leaning up on her tiptoes, she plants a soft kiss on my lips, and it takes everything in me not to return it.

I can’t hold back the groan when her tongue runs across my lips. My thumbs brush over her nipples on their own, feeling them harden with my touch.

Pulling back, I see the internal battle she’s fighting within herself. The want to not let Nate win and the fear that she’ll no longer be the same woman she was.

“I don’t want him to be the last man to touch me,” she whispers.

My chest tightens at her words. That I didn’t save her. How can she ever trust me again? I’m not going to hide anything from her ever again. If she wants to know something, all she has to do is ask. Hell, she knows I kill for a living now and is still here with me.

“Please, Colt?” Her bottom lip trembles at my silence. “Remind me that I’m yours.”

Gently cupping her face, I bend down and take her lips with mine. She opens up for me, and I taste the tears she cried while in the bathtub. I hate that they make my cock twitch.

I didn’t realize that she was training me while I was training her all these years. What she needs is what I need. It’s why every other woman hasn’t been able to compare to her.

Pulling away, I lay my forehead on hers, taking in a deep breath. I jump when I feel her hand wrap around my dick. She runs it up and down my long shaft. “Princess,” I whisper, trying to fight the urge to pick her up by her ass and throw her onto my bed.

“Please,” she begs, gripping me tighter. “Please, Colt.” Her voice trembles.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Even as I say the words, my hands come up and tangle in her wet hair, pulling her head back gently so I can look down into her eyes.

“I want you to,” she chokes out as her tears spill over. “I-I need you.”

I shake my head, knowing I won’t be able to turn her down.

She releases my dick, and I let out the breath I’d been holding in, but my relief is quickly replaced with something else when she drops to her knees. “Raylee,” I growl, pulling on her hair to lift her up, but she swats my hands away since I didn’t have a tight enough grip and takes my cock into her mouth. “Raylee,” I snap, getting angry with myself.

Getting to her feet, she slaps me. “Don’t call me that, Colton.” She uses my full name.

“Ray—”

She slaps me again, and I grip her chin, my eyes narrowing down on her. The look of fucking triumph crosses her pretty features, and I hate that it makes me want to wipe it off her face.

We’ve always gone toe-to-toe with one another. She knows what to do and exactly what to say to push me. “Don’t make me—”

“Make you what?” She licks her busted lip.

My body trembles with the need to dominate while rocking her to sleep. I’ve never wanted to hurt her and cocoon her in Bubble Wrap at the same time.

“Show me who you are, Colt. Remind me what I am.” She runs her nails down my chest, cutting my skin, and I grind my teeth.

“You’re letting him win,” I growl, and her body goes stiff against mine.

“No. You’re letting him win,” she argues, shoving my hand from her chin. “You’re treating me like I’m broken. As if I don’t know what I want.” Her hand connects with my face again, and my cheek is now on fire. “You’re fucking weak!” she screams.

I grip her wrists in my hands to keep her from hitting me anymore, and she whimpers, but her eyes tell me she’s not going to stop. “I’m not—”

“You said you love me.” Tears fall from her pretty eyes, and she yanks her hands free from my loosened grip. I’m trying my best not to hurt her.

“I do.”

“Another lie!” she shouts. “I’m just a game to you. You don’t give a fuck …” Her hand slaps my face once more, and I’ve had enough.

Stepping into her, I grab her ass and lift her off the floor. I walk over to the bed and toss her onto it. Settling between her parted legs, I take my cock into my hand and press into her cunt. Not even checking to see if she’s ready.

A cry rips through the room when we both realize she’s not as wet as usual. I’m not going to use a condom with her. I never have before, and I’m not going to start now just because Nate raped her. I want her to know that things are the same. That I still want her and need her like I always have.