His Lethal Love by Monika Singh (highly illogical behavior .TXT) 📕

Present

Scott

“Let mu...” she tried to speak, but I shoved her against the wall, kissing her more violently. When her delicate breasts rubbed against my firm chest, my cock twitched with need. I bit her lower lip when she tried to kiss me back. 

I felt my heart quicken when Maura suddenly called out, “Scott!” 

Shit! Shit! Shit! 

A loud bang sounded, and the door flew open. She stormed into the room, glaring at us. “What the fuck is happening here?” She raged. 

I didn’t even try to conceal the fact that I just kissed someone who wasn’t my fiancée. I glanced at Camille, who was staring at me, gasping for breath. My eyes went to her lips which were wet and red from kisses and the saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth. My gaze turned back to her. Our eyes locked for a long time before I acknowledged the presence of my fiancée. 

“I had to give her medicine,” I said, running a hand through my messy hair. “We need her to live, don't we?” 

“Scott…” 

“Did I do this right?” I cut Maura off. 

She inhaled sharply, clenching her fist and glaring at Camille with a sour expression. She gave me a curt nod after a long minute of waiting. “It was the right thing to do.” She forced herself to say as angry tears gathered in her eyes. 

Stepping closer to her, I cupped her face in my palms and wiped her tears with the pad of my thumb. “Trust me, it was just for us,” I said with determination. 

“You are mine...” her lips quivered as she spoke the words, insecurity flickered in her eyes. 

I nodded with a smile and walked out of the bathroom. Running my fingers through my hair, I let out an exasperated sigh and strode toward my room. Approaching it, I went inside and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was damp and sweat soaked in my t-shirt and my lips… I glared at myself before grabbing a wine bottle and throwing it on the mirror, causing it to shatter. My reflection was divided into eight, as I kept staring at myself in disgust. I desired the woman I resented most. 

“How could I do this?” I whispered in a raspy voice. “How the fuck could I kiss that slut?!” I shouted and grabbed the table, flipping it over and causing the things to roll down the floor. I grabbed the flower base and flung it across the wall. My pulse sped up and heat flushed through my body as blind rage swept over me. I closed my eyes, breathing heavily when my brother’s dead face flashed across my eyes.

“You kissed her…?” Maura entered inside. “How are you feeling after tasting her, Scott?” she asked sarcastically and with hurt. 

“That kiss was nothing to me, you know it very well, Maura.” I hissed out. 

“Did you forget how cruelly she killed your brother?” she said, coming closer to me. “He loved her unconditionally, and blindly but she had never left a chance to humiliate him and gave him the death he never deserved.” 

I closed my eyes, breathing sharply when Samuel’s images flashed across my mind. “Stop it, Maura. I don't want you to involve my brother in this.”

“Are you feeling petty to her?” she continued. 

“Are you fucking crazy?” I roared, staring into her eyes. She retreated due to my sudden outburst and the next moment fat tears left her green eyes. 

Shit!

“Maura…” I moved ahead, but she quickly got away from me, preventing me from touching her. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m still here with you because I love you more than myself. You cheated on me, but I never raised a question at once and believed what you said, but I would not endure it anymore. She destroyed your small world in front of your eyes, how could you do this? She doesn’t deserve your pity or sympathy. She is a cruel, selfish, and heartless bitch. She won’t think before taking your life to save hers. I want to forget you...” she wiped her tears away from her face. “I cannot forget everything she did to us.”

I said nothing. 

“Do you love me, Scott?” I snapped my eyes at her when she asked this. 

“Of course, I love you, Maura,” I said with an empty laugh. 

“Can you fulfill my one wish?”

“Gladly.”

“Kill Camille and end her chapter.” 

My jaw flexed. “I’ll kill her, but not now. This is not the right time.”

“It’s been eight years since you’re waiting for the right time.” Maura scoffed. “I know you’ll never kill her.” She turned around and walked off into the room angrily.  

Frustrated, I sat down on the couch and clutched my head between my hands as I felt a hard throb in the back of my head. “I don’t fucking care about her, nor do I want her alive.” I rasped to myself, focusing my eyes on the floor. 

Suddenly, my eyes caught a knife on the floor, and an idea popped into my head. I got to my feet and snatched the knife off the ground before staring at its sharp blade. Why could not I kill her when she could murder my brother in front of my eyes mercilessly? Why could not I hurt when she could hurt me beyond repair? Why couldn’t I give her a painful death? 

Without thinking through it, I paced toward her room and dashed inside. A smirk formed on my lips when I noticed how peacefully she was sleeping. Walking closer to her bed, I looked down, examining her fragile and colorless body. She had dark shades under her eyes, her hair cut short, and many red spots on her body. She looked weird without her glasses. My eyes went to her spectacle, which was lying broken on the nightstand. Probably Maura had done this. 

Clenching my jaw, I leaned forward, smelling medicine from her body. She was nothing more than a piece of flesh to me. I raised my knife and was about to press it against her neck, but then she turned off the other side. A frown crease my brows when I caught fingerprints around her neck and a deep cut near her jaw. 

Who did this? 

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I punched it! 

I punched it harder, faster, and rougher. My entire body was dripping sweat and white tape wrapping in my hands, spotting blood, but I didn’t stop. Breathing hard, I punched the punching bag repeatedly until it took all my strength and energy.