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

Categories Genre: Angst, Dark, Erotic, Forbidden, Romance, Taboo Tags Authors:
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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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I lean up, ramming my face into his, causing my already busted face to bleed more.

“Fuck.” He sits up, his hands flying to his face. “Bitch.” He pulls his hands away to see they’re now bloody.

I rise to a sitting position and do it again. My forehead hitting right on the bridge of his nose this time.

His cock slips out of me when he falls backward onto his ass.

My heart is racing, but this is it. My only chance. If I don’t make it, he’ll for sure kill me. But I refuse to go without a fight. I slam my foot into his neck, knocking him to the floor, and he starts coughing.

I stand on shaky legs and bend over. I slide my arms down over my ass and the back of my legs. Sitting on the edge of the couch, bent over, I slide them out from under my feet. They’re still tied, but at least they’re in front of me now. Jumping up from the couch, I run toward the kitchen. The bastard didn’t tie my legs together. It’s hard to rape a woman with her legs closed.

He reaches out and grabs my ankle, tripping me. A scream erupts from my taped lips as I land on my face.

“Fucking bitch!” he growls, yanking me back to him. My naked body slides across the cold tiled floor. “I’m going to keep you alive while I feed you to the fucking animals.”

I reach out in front of me, trying to grab one of the power tools he knocked off the table, but they’re too far away. I cry into the tape when his fingers dig into my skin. I can feel his nails clawing at my legs.

Turning over, I kick at him and manage to land a few to his face, and he lets go.

I crawl across the floor the best I can and reach what I need just as he flips me over. I lift the heavy orange nail gun and pull the trigger, but nothing happens.

He laughs at me. A deep rich laugh that makes his body shake, and my stomach sinks. “Really, Ray?” Falling to his knees, he straddles my hips, slapping my tied arms above my head. I hear the nail gun clank to the floor as his hands wrap around my throat once again. “You think that’s going to save you?”

Panic grips my chest, and I do the only think I can think to do. Feeling around, I touch the nail gun and grab a hold of it and bring it up with all I have, slamming it into his already bloody face. Hard enough to knock him off me. I blink rapidly to clear my watery eyes and look at it in my hands once again. A green light blinks on the side. It has to work. I need …

“Fucking bitch!” He goes to yank it from my hands, but I press the trigger again, and he jumps back, screaming when it makes contact with his arm. “What the fuck?” Pulling his hand away, it’s bloody.

Hope soars that I did it, and I take the opportunity to get to my feet. What did I do different? His wide eyes meet mine, and he charges me. I shove it into his chest and push it again. He stumbles back. His head drops while his hands feel around his chest. Fresh blood slowly starts to seep into his white T-shirt. “Bitch—”

I shove it into the side of his face and press again. He falls to his knees, screaming. If I could smile, I would. Standing behind him, I kick his back, shoving him facedown, and I bend over, pushing it into the back of his head and press the trigger five more times.

There’s a loud sound coming from the gun, resembling a fan. I can barely hear it over the blood rushing in my ears. Taking a second, I stumble back and fall to my shaky knees, tears running down my face along with snot and sweat. He lies there motionless, and I hold my fingers over the trigger, ready to shoot him again if I need to.

I just need a second to regroup. To catch my breath. I’m suffocating with this duct tape on my face.

The front door opens, and I push myself up against the side of the couch as Mike enters.

“Holy shit.” His wide eyes look over his house before they land on me.

I can’t speak. The tape is too thick around my mouth for me to remove, and I’m not letting go of my only weapon. I’m still not even sure how to use it.

“You’re okay,” he says gently, his eyes falling to what I pray is a dead body that lays next to me. Swallowing, he blinks a few times. “I’ll help you.” I allow him to walk over to me. He reaches down to grab my arm, and I shove the end of the nail gun into his and press the trigger.


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