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

“I do not care,” I snapped before making my way towards the studio. Taking a deep breath I stepped inside. I almost fell to my knees to my feet when I found the entire crew watching me intently. 

“Welcome, Miss Davidson.” Scott sneered. He was sitting behind the monitor. “We’re delighted to see you again.”

I glanced at Maura who was sitting next to him smirking.

“I’m willing to do anything you ask me.”

“Sorry…” Scott Martinez. “Can you repeat it?”

“I’m ready to do anything,” I shouted angrily. 

“Remove your clothes.”

Panicked, I exclaimed, “Excuse me.”

“Take off your clothes and lay down on the bed.” he pointed to the bed at the corner of the room. 

“And then…” I whispered. 

“We’ll film  your intimate scene.”

“I can’t do this!” I spat and stepped back.

“Then you may go, Miss Davidson,” Scott said calmly and gestured to the cameraman to stop. 

“Could there be a second option?”

Scott narrowed his eyes at me and my heart skipped a beat. “No, Miss Davidson.”

“Okay, I’m ready to do this!” A sharp breath escaped my lungs. 

“Good,” Scott smirked in victory. 

Slowly raising my hand I removed my t-shirt then my jeans exposing my ungroomed body. My cheeks darkened with humiliation as everyone watched my naked body. I was standing just in a bra and panties. Scott leaned against his chair, looking comfortable. 

“Shall we start, Miss Davidson?” 

I nodded and walked over to the bed. 

“Daniel…” Scott called out to someone and a man appeared next to me in just a pair of boxers. 

My eyes went round when the realization hit me hard in my chest. “I’m not going to shoot with him!” I hissed out and panic struck me when he stepped closer to me. 

Suddenly, his images freshened in my head. He was slapping me, choking me, and hurting me. I was screaming, and trying to break myself free from his steel-like grip.

‘He won’t love you!’ He smacked my cheeks hard and made my lips bleed. ‘You ugly bitch!’ He ripped my panties and thrust inside me. I cried out in pain. I fought, screamed, and shouted but no one came to my rescue. He took me like an animal, ripping my inner soul. Samuel Martinez was not only brutal but barbaric. 

I tried one last time to get away from him but it only caused me more pain. He grabbed a knife and sliced my shoulder brutally. Blood started to soak the sheet but it didn’t make him stop. He brought his mouth to my shoulder and licked my blood like a beast. ‘Scott bleeds your heart and I bleed your body. Isn’t it interesting?’

‘Samuel, stop it, please…’ I choked. ‘I won’t tell anyone, I swear I won’t tell anyone. I’m pregnant with your baby...please stop it.’

‘I don’t want this baby!’ He growled in my face and gripped my jaw. ‘Do you get it? I don’t want this bastard.’

‘I want this baby!’ I retorted and he grabbed a knife and stabbed it right into my stomach. 

I jolted when someone touched my shoulder and pulled me back into the present. I turned my head to see the same naked man lying next to me on the bed. I looked at Scott, Maura, and other crew members who were watching us with amusement. Archie was standing at the doorway, looking frustrated. 

“Action!” Scott called out before cameras, lights and mike focused on us. 

The man started to hover over me and gave me panic attacks. My breath shortened, my heart pounded and every muscle in my body shivered with anxiety. I had never been with any man after Samuel. He had left me scarred. I raised my shaking hand and moved it down to the man’s abdomen. He smirked and caught my ear in his mouth before chewing it erotically.

“Closer!” Scott commanded and he got closer to me, preventing me from breathing. 

He let out a fake groan which made me nauseous. I flinched when he caressed my breasts and my stomach and my thighs. Once I tried to follow his suit and touched his body but it only caused me panic. 

When his hand went between my legs I didn’t think twice before shoving him away from me. “I don’t want to do this!” I jumped off the bed before heading towards my clothes. 

“Stay the fucking where you are!” Scott ordered and made me cringe. Getting to his feet he moved towards me. His eyes explored my body and for a moment they flicked something different other than hate. The way he was gazing at me made me feel breathless. 

I frowned when he started to unbutton his shirt. His eyes were on me while he was undoing his clothes. My knees weakened when he took off his shirt and approached me. His raspy breath fanned on my head as he stood tall in front of me, shirtless. Each line on his body was defined and profound. I had seen his body before in movies but never seen it in person. Five consecutive years he held the title of world’s sexiest man. 

When he grabbed my forearm and threw me onto the bed, I yelped out in pain. “What are you doing?” I asked quietly.

“Shoot!” he commanded his crew, ignoring my question. 

When he kissed my neck, I was left breathless. As his firm chest touched my stomach, my toes curled in anticipation. I waited for a panic attack, but it didn’t come. I looked into his eyes again. Although he hated me, I adored him. I loved him so much that sometimes I forgot who he was. He was the man that every woman dreamed of. His kindness was unparalleled. While he wanted to help, he never wanted to show the world how much he cared. 

His erection rubbed against my thighs, causing me to gasp. Stunned, I stared into his eyes and amusement danced in his eyes. 

“Don’t worry this is not for you.” He ground himself against me harder, breathing rapidly. “Unbutton my jeans.” He ordered. My hands moved down, unbuttoning his jeans as I swallowed hard. “Remove them.”