His Lethal Love by Monika Singh (short story to read txt) 📗

Thanks to Scott Martinez for his brilliant achievements. 

I got to my feet and rinsed my mouth and face with water before heading out. But suddenly, my feet staggered when someone bumped into me and I crashed to the ground. “Shit!” I hissed out angrily when my head hit the toilet seat. 

I raised my eyes to see the person in front of me but before I could get a glimpse, my forearm was gripped firmly and yanked me up. I was baffled to see Scott standing in front of me with a glass of water. “What are you doing here?” I demanded with gritted teeth and, for a flash of a moment, my vision blurred. I was feeling terribly weak as my entire body was shaking due to weakness. I had been living on glucose for a week and had eaten nothing. The doctor strictly refused to eat anything until I got rid of nausea. 

“Giving you a hand,” he said with a smirk and brought the glass to my lips while securing his other arm around my waist. I was feeling awfully good in his muscular body and inhaling his minty, musky, and masculine smell. “You haven’t taken medicine yet,” he said and shoved tablets in my mouth. 

With my flared nostril, I spat tablets right in his face, causing him to pause in shock. “I don’t want to take this shit!” 

A chill went through me when I looked into his flammable eyes. “How dare you?” He gripped my arm menacingly. 

“Let me go,” I breathed and pushed him away from me before darting out of the bathroom, but before I could fly away from him, he snatched my arm and knocked me back against the tiled wall. After my back hit hard against the wall, I yelped in pain. “Are you not satisfied with what you did last week...?”

“I said take your medicines!” He cut me with a sharp edge. 

“I won’t…!” I protested, trying to break my hand free from his brutal grip. 

“I won’t let you go unless you take your medicines, Davidson.”

“Stop calling me Davidson.” 

“Do you prefer bitch?” 

“Shut up!” I hissed, trying to yank myself free. 

“Okay, take your medicine.”

“I won’t be taking any medicines...” My lips trembled as I cringed at the smell of medicines that left a bitter taste on my tongue. “Let me go.”

“If you won’t then I’ll let you.” he stepped forwards, placing his muscular leg between my skinny ones. His solid body pressed against me, making me weak to my knees. A black t-shirt enclosed his large biceps and stretches against his firm chest. When he placed his hands on either side of my head and pressed his nose against mine, my heart flipped over. “Are you going to do it on your own or will I force you?” he asked.

“I’m not your puppet, Mr. Martinez.” I roared. 

“Yes, you fucking are!” he retorted before crushing his lips against mine into a kiss. Before I could understand anything else, I was already starting to melt into him, unable to hold myself back. The way he was kissing me was as if he was trying to destroy my mouth. He was very harsh and sensual at the same time. I greedily pushed back, parting my lips and letting him thrust his tongue inside my mouth. 

While my heart grew hungry, I pressed my body tightly against his, tilting my head while his rough lips bruised my mouth and the bristles of his beard scratched my cheeks. 

I groaned out in frustration when he withdrew himself, glaring into my eyes. His chest rose and fell rapidly with heavy breathing. “I made you swallow.” He smirked before cupping my face again and pressing his tongue against mine. 

“Let mu...” I tried to speak, but he nudged me into the wall, kissing me more aggressively. His enormous body pressed against me as he pushed me further into the bathroom. I felt as though his tongue was attempting to pin me like a wrestler.

“Scott!” suddenly Maura’s voice broke out...

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