His Lethal Love

Scott POV.

The elevator slid open and Camille stepped into the penthouse. I was sitting on the couch in the living room and enjoying scotch. She ignored my presence and walked straight into my room. Since she lived there, it is now her room. I could practically smell her scent everywhere in my suite.

Putting my Scotch glass on the table I followed her. "So Colette called Conan dad? Conan is not Colette's father if you ask me," I said bluntly and she paused doing whatever she was doing a second ago and shot her eyes at me. For the first few minutes, she did not understand what I was saying, but when she realized, she smirked.

"I didn't ask who Colette's father was," she retorted.

"I'm just letting you know. Colette will share my last name, not his or anybody else's."

"She has her last name. She doesn't want your last name."

"But now I'm changing it since I want her to share my name, Cam."

"She won't share your name." She turned around, looking into my eyes in a disapproving way. "She'll never find out about her biological father."

"I'll tell her if you don't," I smirked when her eyes went round in shock.

"You won't be doing this, Scott. She is my daughter and I'll decide what to tell her and what not to tell her," she growled angrily.

"I want you to tell her I'm her father."

"Don't talk stupid, Scott. I told you before and I'm telling you now she will never know you're her father. I don't want her to know our past."

"You'll tell her everything I did to you and then you'll tell her I'm her biological father. I don't like calling her dad to another man."

"You lost the title of father when you tossed me out of your life," she said quietly, almost painfully.

"Camille, please, stop bringing up our past over and over again!" I growled in her face, making her retort at my sudden outburst. "I...I'm sorry." I ran my fingers through my hair in irritation.

"If you think this will scare me off, Scott, you're wrong," she hissed. "I'm not the same person as I was before. You might have taken everything away from me, but you cannot take my dignity and courage from me."

"I never scared you before either,” I said calmly, staring at her intently. I stepped up to her and she stepped backwards. “I never wanted you to fear me, Cam." I took another step and she swallowed hard. "I always loved you even when I hated you the most." I caught her arm when she tried to escape away from me and slammed her body gently against the nearest wall. "I have loved you for fucking for two decades, Cam. I have been in love with you but it was you who always pushed me away. It was you who never believed my fucking eyes and my fucking words."

She paused, gazing at me. "Scott..." Before she could speak further I claimed her lips and kissed her fiercely. I didn't give her a chance to breathe as I covered her mouth fully. I sucked, licked, and bit her soft skin making her moan loudly. My body pressed into her harder as I shoved her further into the wall until our bodies became one. "Sco..." She gasped and cupped the back of my head.

"I have always wanted to love you, Cam." I rasped while running my tongue along her jawline, her slender neck, her collarbone, and her shoulders. I kissed her like my life depended on her. Her eyes closed and pleasure shone on her face. I fucking knew she was enjoying my fucking lips on her goddamn body.

Without waiting for a second I scooped her onto my shoulder and threw her on my bed. Ripping my shirt off I pulled down my pants. She groaned when her eyes pointed at my erection. Shit! I was as rigid as stone. I climbed onto the bed, crawling over her body. Her eyes were dreamy and her lips were swollen. I kissed her hard nipples through her dress, making her yelp in pleasure. While my mouth was working my hand found its way inside her panties, cupping her sex. Fuck!

She was wet!

She was so wet!

"This is how he fucked you last night!" I snarled while stroking her pussy.

"He knows how to fuck a woman better than you." she smiled sinisterly and provoked me.

I tore open her dress, making her gasp in shock. I kissed her savagely like a wild animal. Her face was red but her body couldn't stop responding to my touch and kisses. I cupped her breasts, kneading each of them. If she could only know how sexy she looked while moaning. My mouth ran between the valley of her breasts, trailing down her belly button and then between her legs. My tongue slicked her wetness. I like her sweet taste.

Camille cried out when I sucked into her pussy. I twirled my tongue around her clitoris while thumbing her clit. I felt like I would explode at any moment if I didn't get inside her. Camille arched her back, moaning and fisting my hair when she was on edge.

"Don't come," I ordered her and she bit into her lips. I could see how her thighs were shaking with pleasure.

"Scott," she breathed heavily.

I straightened myself and took out a condom from the drawer before tearing it open and sliding it on my length. I looked at my beautiful woman who was sprawled on the bed and waiting for me. I kissed her mouth before entering her slowly. She breathed shallowly, preventing herself from screaming.

"You didn't fuck Conan, right? You were just trying to hurt my feelings that day. You were trying to hurt me, Cam. Tell me, is it true? Tell me, baby, you didn't fuck him."

"I fucked him!" Camille grunted between her breaths. "I just fucked him, Scott. And I like it when he makes love to me."

I fastened my pace, pounding into her harder and faster. She cried out, digging her nails into my abs and shoulders like a hungry kitten. "Fuck, Cam!" I hissed out and bit her neck. Our bodies moved in rhythm and at the same pace. Our breathing was matching and our bodies were sweaty. I thrust into her non-stop until I reached my climax. In a few pounds, I came hard with a loud groan. I let my body fall on her, inhaling her sweet smell. My head rested against hers while I was still inside her. My body was shaking from this delicious experience.

After a while, I looked at her and found tears in her eyes. "Cam..." I whispered but she shook her head and got away from me disgustingly. She didn't let me touch her and got to her feet. "Camille, what's wrong?" I raised my voice. She put on a robe and glared at me. "If I let you fuck me it doesn't mean I forgive you."

"I'm not asking for your forgiveness, Cam. All I want is for you to stay with me for a while. I want to feel you against me." I rose to my feet and reached out to her when she didn't speak. Tilting her head up I wiped her tears with my thumb. "Camille..."

It hurts me to see you make me feel this good, Scott." She broke into tears. "I hate myself for enjoying having sex with you. I'm no better than those who fall into your shit face."

"The only thing I want from you is you, Cam." I grabbed her hand. "Just for a few months. I'm not asking for your life. I'm just asking for a few months, just a few months of your life. I don't know if I ever make..." I halted in the middle when I noticed Camille's confused expression.

Damn! I closed my eyes, sighing exasperatedly.

"Why just a few months?" She asked and I breathed sharply. "Why not my whole life?"

"Because..." I searched for the right words. "Because I know you'll never give me your whole life.”

"I still don't understand why you didn't ask for Colette's custody. You had an excellent opportunity to snatch my daughter away from me."

"Because I don't want to hurt you anymore, Cam." I cupped her face, and our eyes locked. "I want to make you happy."

She searched into my eyes for a few minutes before saying, "Is there something you're hiding from me, Scott?" My heart ached when I heard the concern in her voice. She was worried about me?

"No," I spat and turned around before storming out of the room. I walked straight into the bathroom of another room and closed the door. I turned on the shower. The cold water sprinkled on my body, relaxing my tense nerves. I was trembling with fury. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, scanning my body and her nail marks. I touched them lovingly and smiled sadly. Tears shimmered in my eyes as I flung my fist into the mirror aggressively, cracking it into pieces. "I'm gonna die, Cam, I'm gonna die...!!!" I whispered defeated, lying my head against the wall. The shower kept pouring on my face as I stared blankly for a moment. "I wish you could see once how much I love you."