His Lethal Love
Chapter 90

Third Person POV.

Conan was tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as he was waiting for someone outside the nightclub. He looked impatient and tense. He kept glancing at his phone and then peeked at the entrance of the club where two muscular bouncers were standing on either side. He slammed his fist on the steering wheel while cursing when he noticed the time. "Where the fuck is he?" He ran his fingers through his hair in annoyance. Grabbing his phone he typed Camille's number and tapped the green button. In one ring she received his call.

"Hey, what's up?" she yawned. He could hear muffled noises in the background as if she was leaving her bed and heading to some private place. "It's midnight."

"Yeah." Conan ran his hand over his face in irritation. "He hasn't left the club yet. I have been waiting for an hour."

"Oh." Camille fell silent. "I think you should return to the hotel. You must be tired, Conan."

"Not really." He sighed heavily. "How is Colette? You seem to be enjoying your days with Scott Martinez." There was bitterness in his voice.

"Conan," Camille grumbled. "I'm not really enjoying living with him. It's just part of our plan, remember? I'm trying to make him believe I'm starting to care about him."

Conan scoffed as if he didn't agree with her. "You're sleeping with him and for his satisfaction, you even took Colette there. As far as I remember it was not part of our plan." "Colette admires him. I'm just doing it for the sake of my daughter's happiness."

"Well, I can't win against you in this conversation. You always come up with new excuses."

"Conan, are you okay?" Camille asked calmly. "You don't have to be jealous. You know damn well I will never choose him over you."

Conan let out another sigh. "Camille..." His voice softened. "Let me give you a small piece of advice, just try not to fall in love with that bastard again." Before Camille could reply he hung up and shoved his phone into his pocket. Suddenly his eyes caught a familiar figure outside the club. Rika was with a middle-aged man. He cringed at the sight of her as she wore a lacy black dress that barely covered her ass. She looked like a perfect hooker with her heavy makeup and seductive attitude. The man's arm wrapped around her waist as he led her to his brand-new Bugatti. Rika broke into a laugh when he whispered something dirty into her ear. Conan was pissed off by the scene.

Rika sat in his car and they turned in the opposite direction. Conan glanced at the entrance of the club before looking at the car. "Damn it!" He hissed before starting the engine and following Bugatti. He should not have cared where they were heading but he followed them anyway. After a few miles of driving they parked the car in the parking lot of one of the luxurious hotels in Boston. Conan parked a few cars away from them. He tried to keep a safe distance from them as they were making their way into the hotel. The receptionist gave them keys and they moved toward the elevator. Conan waited for a few minutes before he headed straight to their hotel room. It was triple three. He quietly knocked on the door and waited patiently.

In a few seconds, the middle-aged man opened the door with a deep frown. Conan's jaw clenched harder to see him half naked.

They have already started.

"We don't need room service," he drawled and was about to shut the door but Conan placed his foot in between the door and frame, stopping him from shutting it.

"But I need that." Conan hissed and shoved the man back into the room. He crashed on the floor, groaning in pain. "Who the fuck are you, asshole?" He screamed out, baring his teeth. Rika rushed outside, slamming her hand on her mouth when she noticed Conan. She was still in her dress.

God fuck!

"Get out of here." Conan barked at him.

"Who are..." The rich man swallowed hard, dragging himself away from him. "I'll call the police right away."

"If you try it, I'll end your life right there." Conan yanked out a small knife from his breast pocket and kneeled next to the man. He grabbed his neck and placed a sharp blade against his neck. "She's my girlfriend," he whispered in his ear, glancing at Rika briefly. "I would have beat the shit out of you if you put a single finger of yours on her."

"But she..."

"Shh...! Get out of here."

"I paid her a huge amount for sex."

"I repay you." Conan hissed and fished out his wallet from his pocket before throwing wads of bills on his face. "Now stay the hell out of here!"

The old man swallowed hard and gathered his belongings before rushing out of the room as soon as he could, leaving the two of them alone. Rika was confused and scared.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded, crossing her arms over her chest. Her voice was strong and furious. "What did you tell him?"

Conan shot his eyes at her, making her feel terrified. Although she trembled, she chose to stay strong and looked back into his eyes. Conan straightened himself up and stepped up to her. His eyes caressed her body, making her feel uncomfortable. Suddenly, she felt naked under his deep scrutiny. She needed to get out of his sight but her legs seemed rooted in the same spot. She was unable to breathe, move or blink. "Leave!" Rika howled, curling her fingers into a fist.

"I won't..." Conan looked somewhat amused to see her like that. "I repaid him the huge amount he paid you for sex."

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"I didn't ask you to..." Rika winced at his words because they made her feel valueless. Her stomach did a strange kind of flip when Conan checked her out from head to toe.

"Do you know why I repay him?" Rika said nothing. He stepped closer to her until she could feel his hot breath blowing through her hair. "Because..." He leaned over her. "I want to fuck you right against this wall." Rika's knees weakened at his words. She had to press herself against the wall to steady her body. She could feel the heat growing in his eyes. Conan pressed his lips against hers. I'll fuck you just like I fuck whores." Tears brimmed in Rika's eyes as she sent him away from her at full strength. "I don't want to..." Her voice cracked. "You can't talk to me like that!"

"Take off your clothes," Conan sneered. "Now!"

"No!" Rika stormed away from him but he shot his hand and seized her forearm, forcing her toward him.

"I don't take no!" He hissed into her face. "Now, do as I said."

"Conan, you're drunk." Rika struggled to free herself from his strong grasp. "Leave me."

"I said take this damn dress off if you don't want me to do it for you!" He growled, making her shiver in fear. "If you don't, I'll sue you for the past expenses you made me bear for you. Remember your parents, sweetie." Rika glared at him hard and clenched her jaw. She uncurled his fingers from her arm and took one step back. She removed her clothes without taking her eyes off him. Conan smirked while staring at her. She unclasped her bra and removed her panties, standing straight in front of him, naked. Conan rushed out of breath, running his eyes over her body.

"Damn woman!" Conan breathed and took a fistful of her hair, kissing her hard. She tried to calm herself down after her breath was knocked out of her. He kissed her and waited for her response but she didn't kiss him back. She stood like a statue, letting him do whatever he wanted to do with her. Rika squeezed tears out of her eyes when his mouth ran along her collarbone and neck. It looked like she had stopped breathing and her soul had left her body. Conan unzipped his jeans and pushed them down to his knees. Rika's back hit the wall when he wrapped her legs around his hips. Taking a shaky breath he entered her roughly. Rika jerked at a sudden impact as she contained her sobs. She closed her eyes, feeling him inside her. Her whole body was shaking when he penetrated deep inside her. She could feel him breathing sharply against her neck.

"Rika..." Conan buried his face in her breast and didn't move from her. Suddenly they were still. He didn't look at her, feeling guilty. His arms wrapped around her, securing her against his firm body. Rika could feel his throbbing heartbeat against her chest. Conan didn't speak or move for a long while.

When Rika felt something wet on her breasts she grabbed Conan's head and made him look at her. She was surprised to see tears in his eyes. Suddenly her cold exterior cracked and turned into water.

"Damn it!" Conan gritted his teeth and quickly pulled himself out of her. He wiped his tears with the back of his forearm, looking away. He didn't want her to see his vulnerability.

Rika stepped back from him, looking at him confused and hurt. Since he looked extremely hurt, she was unable to decide whether to hate him or console him. With trembling fingers, she placed her hand on his shoulder. "Conan."

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Conan quickly threw his arms around her and hugged her like a little boy. His whole body was shaking. Her heart sank to see him like that. She dragged her hand across his broad back, letting him hold her for a while. Rika thought she was not in love with that boy twelve years ago but once he was gone from her life she realized she had lost her true love. Rika blamed herself for betraying Conan for her benefit. What did he want from her, just love and care? How selfish she was with him. Conan was always very sweet and charming to her but she never respected him once.

"Why did you leave me?” he whispered. His voice was cold and painful at the same time. "Why did you betray me, Rika? Why did you reject my love? Was I nothing to you?"

Rika swallowed hard, her vision blurred with tears. She had no answer to any of his questions. She had hurt him beyond repair. Conan pulled himself, staring into her eyes. She lowered her gaze, looking at her fidgeting fingers. "Rika, tell me." He cupped her face so that she could look into his eyes. "I can't explain how I was feeling when I was entering you by force. I felt horrendous. I was trying to feel the same way you were feeling when you hurt me but man, it was a terrible experience. I couldn't imagine doing that with you, Rika."

Rika kept watching him with blurred vision. She didn't stop sobbing during their conversation. She thought about what she did to deserve his love. "You love Camille," she whispered sadly.

Conan swallowed, gazing at her. He grabbed her neck and pulled her closer to his face. "I'm not sure what I want, Rika. Everything seemed perfect until you arrived in my life. The only thing I know is that I can't forget you. Damn you're a drug to me."

"I'm a whore." Rika smiled sadly, making Conan feel even ugly inside. "You can't count how many guys I have slept with, Conan."

A trace of hurt showed on Conan's face as he looked at her. "I need you to stop doing this."

"What if it is your other plan?"

"Who betrayed me in the first place, dammit?"

Rika shook her head, trying not to look at him because the more she focused her eyes on him the deeper she was falling for him. She didn't want to fall in love with him because he was her best friend's boyfriend. She couldn't steal him away from her. No doubt, Conan Arthur was the kindest person in the whole world. Anyway, she didn't deserve him.

"I need to go." Rika rushed to her dress and put it on. She fixed her hair and cleaned her splotchy face.

"Rika..." Conan called her but she didn't stop. She snatched her purse from the bed and slipped into heels. "Rika, please stop! Please, fucking stop!"

Rika shook her head and dashed out. She hurried into the elevator and covered her mouth to keep her sobbing. Her body slid down against the elevator's wall as she curled on the floor, crying harder. She could have slept with any random guy but not with Conan Arthur. She closed her eyes, remembering his handsome face. The face that took her breath away at first sight.

"Oh my God, Conan, I can't live without you but I can't hurt my best friend either." Rika wiped her tears and ran into the empty street alone.