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

“So am I…” Scott rasped before releasing himself inside me. I felt his warm and heavy liquid filling me. 

“You just came inside me,” I said in shock. 

“Yeah, I can’t hold my seeds back. Anyway, I wanted to come in your warm pussy.” He smirked while kissing my forehead. “Let me clean you first.” 

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“What if they take our pictures together?” I asked under my breath Scott, who was standing next to me and instructing his staff. He just brought me to his yacht late at night. I couldn’t believe we were going to have dinner on a ship in front of the water and under thousands of stars. 

“This is the menu we are going to have for dinner,” Scott firmly stated while handing the card to the chef. “And you know what your duties are?” he glanced across his ten staff members. All were men in grey and white uniforms. 

“Yes, sir,” all of them said simultaneously. 

“Leave,” Scott said and turned to me. “Is there anything you would like to order? Wine or food?” 

“Of course, not,” I laughed, shaking my head. “Are you serious? You have just given them tons of orders and still, you think I want more. One sandwich and a cold drink are enough for me.” 

“Nope, I’m treating you and I want to treat you in my style.” 

“Are you showing me off?” I frowned. “That’s not going to impress me.” 

“No, of course not, darling.” He smiled, staring at me. “Did you remember the day after your mother’s funeral? You were sitting in a greenhouse house and we talked all night. You once told me you wanted to be on a yacht with lots of food and wine.” When Scott saw the look of surprise on my face, he smiled sadly. “You even told me about the meal you wanted to eat under a thousand stars...I remember everything, Cam. I also remember you telling me to make a drink out of different wines.” 

“Scott…” Before I could speak, he held my hand and led me to the deck. As the waves crashed against the hull, seabirds cried out as they flew overhead. The ocean air filled my lungs as I closed my eyes. 

“Is it worth it?” he asked. 

“That’s great.” I smiled and looked at him. “Did you bring Maura here?” 

“No,” Scott replied with a rough smile. “This yacht belongs to me alone. No one has ever been here.” 

“Why me?” I asked curiously. 

“You make me feel like home, Cam.” 

“I killed your broth…” I snapped shut my mouth once I realized what I had just said. 

I felt Scott’s fingers loosen around my hand as his jaw tightened. His eyes weren’t on me, but rather on the sky. “Cam, we’re not here for the past, are we?” His voice clipped. 

“ No,” I muttered and wrapped my finger around his callous hand. “We’re here for us.” 

His lips curled in a slight smile as he looked at me. “Come here…” he cupped my face. “Because I know we have no future. I’m making this beautiful memory. At least I can keep these memories forever to myself.” 

“It’s the beautiful memories that hurt the most,” I said with an empty laugh. 

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