His Lethal Love

Present.

Camille POV.

"What are you doing?" I gasped when he played with the zip of my gown. I felt a tingly feeling all over my body when his rough hand brushed my bare skin. I liked his touch. I liked his stiff hand caressing my back. His warm breath was blowing across my neck. "Go away, Maura will be here at any second." I hissed out when he didn't remove his hand from my back.

"I told you before that I didn't give a damn about her," he whispered into my ear. "You're cheating on her."

"Okay, so I've been cheating on her," he said. "I've always wondered how I could always stick with someone I've never loved once." He continued to stare into my eyes in the mirror. His lips curled up into a sad smile. "I was nothing but a cheater to her, Cam. And I was a cheater because of you."

"Scott, what are you talking about?" I grabbed his hand and removed it from my back before turning around to face him. "Get out. I need to change."

"Then change it." He smirked, peering up and down at me. "I'm here."

"There's no way I'm doing this in front of you." I gritted my teeth out. "Now leave."

"Either you change in front of my eyes or step out in this gown."

"I don't ask for options."

"Neither do I give you one?"

"Camille!" Maura called out from outside.

"I am going to..." Before I could respond, Scott closed my mouth with his hand and shut me up. With wide eyes, I glared at him as he hovered over me, his breath blowing across my hair.

"Don't you dare?" He mouthed and shoved me into the wall.

"Camille!" she called out again, and I fought Scott to break myself free from him, but he didn't let me budge from my place. "Where the fuck are you?"

I shivered when Scott took the last step, filling the small gap between us. Our bodies pressed together. I was sweating "like" a sinner in church, and Scott looked "cool" in his three-piece suit. I wondered if he ever sweated. "You look sexy." His eyes followed the droplet of sweat running between my cleavage. "While sweating."

"I need to change this gown," I shouted with irritation.

He slid a hand behind my back and was about to unzip it when he asked, "May I help you?".

"No!"

Taking a moment of pause and looking at me, he said, "I'm just trying to be kind."

"There's no need for your help. So, go!" I tried to shove him away, but he didn't move from his spot.

"I was waiting for you last night." His jaw clenched harder. "Where were you?" I lowered my gaze as my heart raced. When I didn't speak, he grabbed my forearm and made me look at him. His eyes burned into mine. "Tell me, Cam. I told you what kind of person he is, but still..."

"But still what?" I charged. "Conan makes me happy. I want to be with him. He is a kind person and I know he will never break my heart. What's your problem, huh? Can't you see me happy?"

"No!" he snapped. His face contorted with rage.

"Why?" I asked, trying to hold back my tears.

"Because I want to make you happy." He breathed hard, looking away. We fell quiet for a while before he looked back at me. "For a while, I wish to let go of everything, Cam. Everything. I want to forget how you treated me eight years ago. I want to forget how your family treated my father and brother. I want to put behind me how unfair your mother was. I want to forget about the brutal murder of my brother. I want to forget how my father died of cardiac arrest. I want to forget how mess I had become once you were gone. I want to forget our past..." he took a long inhale as if it took all his strength.

"What do you want to remember?" I whispered.

"You." I noticed his trembling fists. "Only you. I just don't know..." he shook his head, running his shaky fingers through his hair. "I didn't realize your value until Conan came into your life. Seeing you with him feels like pure torture. I don't understand what is fucking wrong with me."

"What is it, Scott?" I asked. My voice was barely audible. "Have you ever felt it before?"

"Yeah." he sighed heavily and his expression was marked by grief. "I felt it before." "When?"

"It was eight years ago when you were with Samuel." He struggled to meet my gaze. "I wish I could tell you I'm glad you'll stay with me."

When I said nothing he raised his eyes at me. "Cam, I need a small part of you. I've always wanted it since the day I saw you. I've always wanted to own something from you. Are you willing to give me that?"

I looked down.

"I know you will never..." he stepped back, letting me breathe.

"I'm..." I chewed the corner of my lips nervously. "I can't forget Samuel."

He scoffed and stepped further away from me. It irritated me that his warmth was fading with every step.

"Can you help me forget him? I want to forget him." I asked, making him surprised.

Without responding, he clicked the door open and left me.

I was lying on the bed, trying to fall asleep, but couldn't when all I thought about was Scott's words. There was something in his voice. Something deep and painful. He wanted to forget everything so that he could get a small part of me. I had nothing to give him. All I was left with was misery and grief.

I sighed heavily and closed my eyes but opened them at the same time when the door cracked open. I sat up straight and looked at the dark figure.

"Scott." I was surprised to see him in my room. "What are you doing here?"

"I'd be glad to lend a hand, Cam." He smiled and my heart raced. I had never seen a smile like that before. "I want you to forget him."

Him? Samuel?

He took off his suit jacket and threw it on the couch. I cowered when he jumped on the bed. His eyes were on me. Intense and dark. "I want you, Cam."

I swallowed hard, gripping the sheet in my hands. Anticipation curled within me. As much as he wanted me I wanted him.

"Scott, I think this is..." He pressed his finger to my lips, shaking his head in no.

"I could see it in your eyes, Cam. Don't you dare to refuse me? I want us tonight. It's about us. Let's get rid of our past and present. I don't want to spoil this moment. I mean it," Scott said firmly, pulling himself closer to me. I flinched and tried to push myself away from him, but he instantly wrapped his muscular arm around my body and pulled me onto him.

I was feeling strangely comfortable in his arms.

He held my hand with his other hand and placed it right in his heart. I could feel his throbbing beats underneath my palm. Was he nervous?

"I want to do..." he pursed his lips. "I want to do those things I have never imagined with anyone else. You have always been close to my heart." He pointed to his heart and my throat was clogged with emotions. "I don't know, but you have been fucking there all the time. No matter how many times I tried to forget you. No matter how bad you were to me and how hurtful I was to you, you were always in my heart. I wish I could get rid of it and live peacefully, but it is fucking hard."

"Why are you telling me all this now?" I whispered.

"I have always wanted to tell you this, Cam. Trust me, I have always wanted you, but I thought you loved my bro..." His jaw clenched as he squeezed his eyes briefly. "I told you I'm not here to discuss our past."

My brain and heart were fighting over whether to tell him about my past or not. Scott was staring at me, asking for my permission silently. I bit into my lower lip before moving my hand further to his collar and pulling him into a kiss. I kissed him and he kissed me back. Our kiss was slow and sensual.

"I want to make love to you," he muttered while kissing me. I started to unbutton his shirt without breaking our kiss. Slowly, his warmth spread through me as I ran my fingers down his bare chest. His flesh was warm and smooth. I gasped when he lay me flat on the bed and came on top of me. His shirt was off. Heat pooled in me when his tongue ran along my jaw, neck, and shoulder.

"Can I take it off?" He looked cute when he asked for my permission.

"Yeah." I nodded, and he quickly removed my top before brushing my nipples with his fingers and smiling.

"They are cute."

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"Was that a compliment or a criticism?" I frowned.

"Absolutely, a compliment."

I blushed hard when he kissed them. "You're gorgeous, Cam." He circled his tongue around my nipple, making me moan harder. His mouth lowered down at a slow pace. I could feel his wet tongue on my abdomen and then between my legs. He removed my underwear and pressed his lips to my clit.

"Scott!" I gasped harder when he sucked into my clit.

"Is it okay with you?" he hummed.

"Yes." I squeezed my eyes, clenching my fist into the sheet when his kiss became intense between my legs. I was feeling overwhelming pressure in my tummy. The heat kept pooling between my legs and I wondered how Scott was feeling down there. I had never felt this before. "Shit!" I screamed in pleasure when he pressed his mouth further into me. My orgasm was building slowly and steadily. "Get off!" I breathed hard when I was unable to bear this extreme pleasure. Shit! I want to come.

I heard Scott's soft laugh when I held his head to stop him. My entire body was shaking as a warm wave came through me.

Suddenly, he stood up to his full height and took off his remaining clothes. My heart nearly stopped when I saw him naked. His body was flawlessly sculpted. His muscles were thick and strong. No wonder he won the award of sexiest man. I bit into my lower lip when he weighed his weight on his arms and came on top of me.

"I need this night to be beautiful, Cam. Tell me you want me to stop."

I shook my head. "I want you to continue this."

He sighed and kissed my forehead. "I promise, I'll be gentle."

I tried to hold him with my trembling fingers. As soon as he entered me, I froze. My chest was rising and falling rapidly as terror hit me deep in my gut.

I looked into Samuel's eyes, he was gazing at me. His expression was brutal. 'Camille.' He sneered. 'You're mine!' he hissed and got deeper into me.

"Stop it!" I shouted while throwing him away from me. "Get the fuck off me, bastard!"

"Camille." A gentle voice said and grabbed my shoulders to calm my body.

"No!" I cried out, and tears welled up in my eyes. "Don't do this. Don't!!!"

"Okay, I'm not doing..." he whispered and was unable to finish his words. "Fuck! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." A second later, I looked at Scott's pained expression with my blurry vision. "I'm genuinely sorry."

Before I could realize it was Scott, he wrapped a blanket around my body and put on his clothes. "I didn't..." his jaw clenched. "Are you okay?" He looked into my eyes, but I couldn't speak. He must have seen a terrified expression on my face as he retreated himself. He thought I was scared of him. I wanted to stop him when he headed to the door, but couldn't because Samuel's demon was still in there.