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

Present

Camille

“I can do it!” I gritted my teeth and rushed out. Removing a pair of undergarments and a nightdress from the wardrobe, I put them on, ignoring his scrutiny. 

Without speaking, he headed towards the door, but I called out. “Scott!” 

Guess what, I didn’t know why I called him. 

I saw Scott’s back rising and falling rapidly as his hands clenched tightly. Without speaking, we knew what we felt at that moment. As he spun around and hauled me into an intense kiss. I was struggling to breathe as he was bruising my mouth. 

The next moment, his body covered mine as he slammed me against the wall and kissed me hungrily. I kissed him back with the same hunger and need. As much as he needs me, I need him. 

Scott paused suddenly, breathing hard in my mouth and avoiding my gaze. His face and muscles tensed in pain. We stood like that for a moment before I spoke. “Get off me!” 

With a furious expression on his face, he snapped his eyes at me. Almost wrathfully, he clenched his jaw harder and tightened his hand into a fist. “I would appreciate it if you kept the same tone with Conan Arthur.” He growled, glaring at me. 

“He is not you,” I retorted. “I feel better when he is there, but you make me feel sick.” 

I gasped when he grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me up to his face, which made me look at his dreadful expression. “Is that why you enjoyed kissing me, Miss Davidson?” 

“Get away from me, Scott.” I barked when he pressed his chest against mine and then ground himself against me. After feeling his bulge against my pelvis, I shook and tightly squeezed my eyes. He was like a rock. 

“Well, you make me hard, sweetheart. But what about this? Can you help me get rid of it?” He smirked when I whimpered when he thrust his hips further. His firm body was so comforting against my thin one. Eight years had passed since my last sexual encounter. Samuel had died but left a deep mark on my heart. When I tried to date a man, his cruel face would flash across my vision and I would feel sick to my stomach, which made me stop taking things further. He never let me move ahead or allow me to die. But Scott…

His eyes were angry and enticing at the same time. The man captivated me. I didn’t know what made him different from the rest of the males, but he was different.

“You want me to stop? Tell me,” Scott said. His voice softened and his expression changed. “Tell me…” 

“It’s wrong. You have a girlfriend and you’re about to get married to her.” I exclaimed, shoving him away from me. 

“I don’t give a damn!” He breathed out, looking impatient and desperate. “It doesn’t matter how close I am to my girlfriend. She might look closer to me, but she doesn’t seize my mind the way you do. You have been in my fucking mind since the day you entered my life. I hate you so much that I don’t know why I can’t let go of you. I want to get rid of you so bad, Cam, but I know I will never because my heart won’t allow it to.” He squeezed my arm roughly. “The more I hurt, the more I feel pain within me. You kill my fucking brother in front of my fucking eyes, despite that, I’m thinking of a way to provide you with a better life. I’m a fool, aren’t I, Cam? You’re my enemy, but still, you feel like home.” 

Tears broke through my eyes as I watched Scott, dumbfounded. He let his guard down and told me everything. His vulnerability was apparent. 

“This is my only option. After this marriage, we will be on our way. I don’t want to see you in my life anymore. You’ll get out of this country or anywhere else but here. I’m tired of revenge-shit, I’m tired of enduring your pain, I’m done with you.” He sat on the couch and put his head in his hands. 

I reached out to touch his shoulder as I stepped closer to him. “I wish you happiness, Scott.” 

He remained quiet for a few moments before looking up at me with the same puzzled look. “I know I’ll never get happiness.” He let out an empty laugh before rising to his feet. “Because you never let me…” 

The statement caused me to frown, but I did not ask why because I was too hesitant to ask. 

“Do you like him?” he asked calmly, gazing at my lips as if he wanted to kiss me. 

I nodded and said nothing. 

“Beware of this Casanova.” 

With a rough laugh, I let out. “I don’t care who he is; all I care about is that he makes me feel better.” 

His eyes turned a deep shade of black, making my breath hitch as he whispered, “How?”  

I stepped back when he drew nearer to me, causing me to breathe in the alcohol he was consuming. I wondered if I smelled sweet to him. I almost stammered when my back hit the wall and he put his hands on either side of me. I had nowhere to go. He invaded my personal space by placing one leg between my thighs. 

“Can you give me a chance to make you feel better?” He asked before brushing my hair away from my face. 

“Scott…” I hesitated as my heartbeat rose in my chest and my palms were getting sweaty.

“Don’t say no.” 

Before I could say anything else, he captured my lips in a kiss. That time, he kissed me tenderly and passionately. I gasped in his mouth when he bit my lower lip before kissing me and sticking his tongue in my mouth. Our kiss lasted for a few minutes before he ran his tongue down my jaw, neck, and shoulder blade. My eyes squeezed in pleasure as I cupped the back of his head, enjoying his wet tongue running along my skin. 

“Can I take your clothes off?” He asked with a hint of hesitation. I noticed his cheeks and ears turned red. 

I bit into my lower lip before giving him a signal. He instantly grabbed me in his arms and wrapped my legs around his hips and covered my mouth with his. I felt my heat pool between my legs when my pelvis rubbed against his hard erection. I had never thought I would let him sleep with me. 

Scott put me on the bed before taking off his clothes. First, his suit jacket was gone, then his tie, shirt, and shoes. My eyes bulged out when I spotted his erection forming on his pants. He smirked and sat closer to me before he cupped my face and stared into my eyes.