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

Chapter 27

Present

Camille

“It’s so romantic.” I slurred while grinning and leaning against Conan’s shoulder. God knows how much alcohol I had just downed.

“You look so cute when you’re drunk,” Conan chuckled as he caressed my hair lovingly. 

The water across the river was twinkling like fairy dust. We were sitting on a bridge, gazing at the bright moon and enjoying a chilly evening. It was just the two of us enjoying this quiet time together, with no one to disturb us. Would I like Conan Arthur? I couldn’t believe I was sitting next to him, sharing my happiness and pain with him. I couldn’t believe it. And I really gave him a chance. 

“I’m glad to be here with you, Conan,” I said. 

“I know you’re tipsy, but I’m enjoying every minute because tomorrow you’ll be your cold old self again.” 

“I’d like to stay with you.” I smiled and gripped his arm. 

“I will always...” he whispered and planted another kiss on my head. 

“Are you interested in fucking me?” 

Conan tensed next to me, staring me down with irritation. “Yes, Cami, but not fuck. I want to make love to you if you ever let me.” 

“I’m scared to let you have me.” 

“Why?” 

“Because I was raped,” I blurted out before I could stop myself.  

“What have you just said?” He demanded desperately. 

“Umm...nothing.” I rubbed my eyes, trying to see clearly. “I’m so tired. Can you take me home?” 

“What did you say, Camille?” he demanded, making me stare at his furious expression. “You… you just said you raped…” 

I lowered my gaze, biting into my lower lip, fidgeting next to him. “I don’t know, I forgot.” I rubbed my temple with irritation. 

“Who did this?” He stressed angrily and cupped my face, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Tell me, Camille. I swear I won’t leave this man alone. I’ll give him the severest possible punishment.” 

“He died,” I whispered, looking into his green eyes. “I killed him with my hands.” 

For a moment, he was watching me like he didn’t believe it, but then a sigh escaped him as he pressed his head against mine, closing his eyes. “What makes you believe that I’m not like others, Cami?” 

“I’m scared of falling in love again.” 

“Don’t fall. Just let me make you happy. I want to give you everything for nothing.”

 

“That’s why I doubt you.” I broke into a laugh. “I’ve never found a person like you before besides my bestie.” 

“Well, thanks for the compliment.”

“So, when are you planning to kiss me?” I grinned when his eyes flickered with craving.

“Now!” He said before pressing his lips against mine. He gave me a long, heated, and passionate kiss before pulling himself back and looking into my eyes. 

“I want more.” 

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“Stop it!” When he bit my neck, I broke into a laugh. I gasped when he pulled me onto his lap before kissing me deeply. I cupped the back of his head and closed my eyes before kissing him back. 

“Keep your eyes open.” He ordered, and I opened my eyes, staring at his dreamy gaze. “I wonder if I’ll ever stop kissing you.” 

“You’re a good kisser.” 

“Can you feel my beast down there?” 

I gasped when I felt his erection pressing against my butt. “Pervert!” 

“Don’t call me a pervert, because it’s a natural reaction from every hot-blooded male.” 

“Umm… I’m not ready yet,” I said while gliding my fingers along his squared jaw to down his neck. Conan was flawlessly gorgeous, with his dark blonde hair, golden skin, and deep green eyes. 

I grabbed his head before pulling him into another kiss. Suddenly, footfall echoed in the living room, and the next moment a tall shadow appeared in the doorway. I froze in shock when my eyes met Scott’s. He leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms over his chest and watching us kiss. 

Conan kept kissing me as he didn’t realize Scott’s presence in Maura’s house. Conan insisted I come to his house, but I refused and we ended up there and doing drying humping on my biggest enemy’s house. 

Something dark and angry flickered in Scott’s eyes when Conan deepened his kiss and pressed me against his chest. I didn’t stop either as I kissed him back with the same excitement. Scott’s jaw clenched, but he kept his cool and gazed at us patiently with a blank expression. 

“Scott!” Conan called out once he noticed him standing. “What the fuck are you doing here?” 

“This is my property,” Scott said calmly, without breaking our eye contact.  

“Seriously, dude. How long have you been standing there?” 

“Fucking long!” Scott spat and narrowed his eyes on Conan in the slit. “Can you get out of here now, or do you want to strip her naked right there?” 

Conan’s jaw twitched as he glared at him. “I want to strip her naked but not in front of other males because she is mine.” 

And Scott’s nose flared like a beast. He almost lost his control, but then his eyes moved to me and he let out a sharp breath. “Get the fucking out before I break your fucking neck.” 

“Well, try it if you want.” Conan retorted with amusement. 

“Don’t forget who has more connections than anyone fucking else, Mr. Arthur. Mess me, I’ll let you see my true colour. You’ll be begging for mercy if you enter this fucking house without my fucking permission.” 

Conan kept his smile on as he stood up and approached him. “I’ll take what’s mine by hook or by crook. I’m not fond of your property, what I really want…” he glanced at me briefly before he gave a playful wink to Scott, making him angry. 

“Fuck off, bastard!” Scott growled. 

“Sure.” Conan grinned before planting a kiss on my head. “Hoping to see you tomorrow.” He took his jacket and left. 

My breath caught when Scott’s cold gaze shifted on me. Without speaking, he strolled toward me while sliding his hand into his pants pockets. 

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