Sabotage

by Shantel Tessier

Some are already running down her cheeks, smearing her makeup that she painted on before she went out earlier tonight. She may have danced and flirted with other men, but I knew she’d come home to me—she always does—needing to be fucked.

That’s one of the reasons I forced her to live with me. I’ve always got my eye on her.

“Say it, princess. Tell me that you’re my good little slut, and that you’ll do anything to please me.”

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.

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

“You are to please them. Only I please you. Understand?” 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.

You gotta look your best when you decide to show your crazy. Otherwise, you’re just another stupid bitch like all the rest. Any woman can allow a man to make her go insane. The point is to stand out—be remembered and feared for your toxicity—but look fuckable while you’re doing it.

I’m going to make her mine. She’ll spend the rest of her life being my slut.

“I just wanted the world to see how pretty you look when you’re on your knees, princess.”

“Shh, princess. Your boyfriend is in your bed. Don’t want him to catch me fucking you.”

She adjusts herself, doing as I say, and I take a step back from her so she can push her ass out a little. I’m too tall to be doing this shit in here, but she’s got a man in her bed, and I’ve got a woman in mine. Neither is going to stop me, so this’ll have to do.

“I want my cum dripping out of that sweet cunt, princess. That way, when you wake up in the morning with Nate’s head between your legs, you know he’s tasting me.”

She’s my slut, my fucking bitch to use, and if I have to carve my name into her skin to prove that to any man who wants her, I will.

“Can’t we move on from this? You being a bitch and pretending not to want me?” She glares at me. “You followed me up here. Not the other way around.” “You’re right.” I sigh. “I’m attracted to you, Raylee. You’re fucking crazy, but every time I see you, all I can think about is fucking you.”

Once my girl understands that she belongs to me, she’ll never need or want another man. And I’ll kill any guy who even tries.

“God, you’re so fucking pretty when you look like this,” I say, my free hand pushing the wet strands from her face while I pour more onto my cock. Her eyes are still closed, her face is soaked and so are my jeans. But she doesn’t stop sucking.

Her heavy eyes flutter open and her lashes are wet and clumped together, lipstick smeared, and makeup completely ruined. “Gorgeous,” I praise her.

Jerking her up by her hair, I make her cry out. I grip her chin, slamming my lips to hers, shoving my tongue into her mouth, tasting the wine. I’ve never wanted to get drunk more than I do at this very second. I want to drown us both in it.

Her rocking picks up, and I watch her come alive again. It’s like her body is a fire—always burning. But when I touch her, it roars to life, burning bright and all-consuming. And I’ve decided that I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure no one else gets to fan her flames.

“Beg me to fuck this pretty mouth like the slut that you are.”

But no matter what happens, I find myself crawling back on bruised knees to beg him for more. And he’s more than willing to give it to me.

“Look how hard they are. They enjoy watching you get off on me treating you like a slut, princess.”

“Do it, princess. You don’t even have to tie me down. I’d gladly lie there while I bleed for you.”

“Straddle my hips and carve your name into my chest, princess. Let the world see how much you love me.”

“You’re my dirty little slut, princess. Mine. And that’s why I carved my name into your ass. So you’ll always have a reminder that I own you.”

“I’ve always been yours.” Isn’t that what this is about? He’s my addiction. My drug. I’ll never get enough of him. He knows it, and I know it. I’ve spent so much time on my knees for him that I don’t even care if I ever walk again.

I don’t know what’s going to happen today or tomorrow, but I do know that no matter what, Colton Knox will be by my side, reminding me that he belongs to me. And I will crawl on my hands and knees, begging him to make me his.