Sabotage – A Dark Enemies to Lovers Romance Read Online Shantel Tessier

Categories Genre: Angst, Dark, Erotic, Forbidden, Romance, Taboo Tags Authors:

Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)

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Sabotage - A Dark Enemies to Lovers Romance

Author/Writer of Book/Novel:

Shantel Tessier

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An all-new dark standalone romance from the USA Today & Wall Street Journal bestselling author, Shantel Tessier.
Raylee Lexington Adams is my stepsister and the one woman in the world who can make my blood boil. She’s vindictive, a lot of crazy, and absolutely stunning.
I hate everything about her except for when she’s on her knees begging me to use her as my own personal toy.
We’ve been playing a game of cat and mouse for far too long. We have used each other for our own sick pleasure.
I’ve ruined every relationship my little princess has ever had. A sure way that she’ll come crawling back to me, begging me for what only I can give her when another man fails her.
But I’m tired of watching others get a piece of what is mine. So, I did what any rational man would do—I staked my claim, showed the world that she belonged to me, and I’m going to do whatever it takes to make her believe it too.
Colton Remington Knox is a man I despise but can’t say no to.
He’s what any girl would call a walking red flag. But I’ve never claimed to be a smart woman when it comes to men. Why should he be any different?
I’ve always managed to hold my own against him. But this time, he’s gone too far. Posting a video of me on my knees for him, for what? To brag? Embarrass me? He’s acting like he doesn’t know me very well.
Colt wants to play a game? I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure I win. No matter what it costs me.
People already think I have no dignity, so why let them down now?
Things to know about Sabotage
It is MF with an MFMM scene (no MM interaction. They are focused on her)
TW (Please see the WARNING/author's note posted at the beginning of the book. If you have no triggers and want to go in blind, please skip to the prologue.)
OTT (over the top) H.... J/P (jealous & possessive) H..... A dark college/stepbrother romance..... Told in multiple POV's
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For those of you who wish to go in blind; please remember this dark romance is a work of fiction, and I do NOT condone any situations or actions that take place between these characters. Continue to the prologue, just remember that I warned you. If you do NOT want to go in blind: please read the trigger warnings listed below.


One thing you need to know about me—is that I’m not you. Once you understand that, this will make more sense. – Raylee (ray-LEE)



“GODDAMN.” I GROAN at the feel of the woman on her knees. My hands tighten in her bleach blond hair, and I suck in a deep breath while my hips lift on their own off the dining room chair where I’m sitting.

My breathing picks up, and the sound of her sucking on my cock fills the formal dining room. She doesn’t gag very often. No, I’ve trained my little slut very well.

Opening my eyes, I look down into her crystal blue ones, and they’re drowning in tears as she stares up at me. 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.

Giving her hair a little tug, I pull her head off my cock, and she keeps her mouth open and ready for me to violate it some more. “Such a good girl.” I groan, licking my lips.

A line of drool runs down her chin when she sticks her tongue out, waiting impatiently. Releasing her hair with my left hand, I shove three fingers into her mouth, forcing her head back. She blinks rapidly from the invasion as a wave of new tears runs down her pretty face. “You like that, don’t you, princess?”

She tries to nod but can’t, so instead, garbled words come from her.

“Yeah, a dirty slut loves having her mouth full.” Removing my fingers, she sucks in a breath, and I slap her across the face, making her cry out. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt, but it definitely stung. “Say it,” I demand.

She shifts on her knees in her white clubbing dress. It dips low in the front, showing off her impressive tits, and is barely long enough to cover her pussy. I’m going to shred that thing before the night is over with. “Colt—”

I slap her again, cutting her off, and then grip her chin, my other hand still holding her by her hair. She whimpers, and I lean forward, my face inches from hers, and I spit into her mouth. “Say it, princess. Tell me that you’re my good little slut, and that you’ll do anything to please me.”

Some women are stuck-up bitches who don’t like to explore their sexuality. Raylee Lexington Adams isn’t one of them. This woman is pure ecstasy. The fact that I hate her fucking guts makes this even better. Knowing she hates me just as much is icing on the cake.

We are hate sex at its finest.

“I’m your good little slut,” she finally moans, shifting on her knees once again. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

I smile down at her.

“Please?” she begs. Her once red-painted lips are now smeared and open for me again, so I let go of her chin but keep the other in her hair.

“Prove it,” I challenge, sitting back in my chair. Snickering comes from the men sitting around the dining room table to my right, but I ignore them.

Leaning forward, she wraps her lips around the head of my dick once again, and I shove her face down, holding my cock inside her mouth. She shifts on her knees, and I lift my hips again, going deeper. The tightness I feel once I slide down the back of her throat takes my breath away.

Fuck, I want to throw her on her back and fuck her face until I’m coming all over it. But I can’t. Not tonight. I knew she’d come home wet and ready for me. I had a plan. One that will come in handy eventually. I’m all about playing games. Raylee and I have been playing them for years. And I learned very quickly that the only way to win against her is to play the long game.

Releasing her hair, I lift my hands and lock my fingers behind my head, relaxing into my chair while she gasps and spits all over my dick. She looks up at me through watery and matted mascara-coated lashes. A look of utter desperation in her gorgeous blue eyes.