Sabotage

by Shantel Tessier

They know how much I hate her, and they also know I’d kill them if they ever touched her behind my back. What can I say? I’m a complicated man.

“Oh, they are, princess.” He pulls back and lifts the knife in front of my face, making me suck in a shaky breath. “No other man will love you the way I do.” He runs the tip of the blade down my chest bone, and I hold my breath. “No other man will bring you to your knees like I do.” The knife trails down over my stomach and my pelvic bone. I spread my legs when he shows no sign of stopping. “Or make you crawl like I do.” The tip falls between my legs.

He points at my door. “You two are going to kill each other trying to prove that you don’t love one another.”