Page 111 of My Dark Divine

I gather the final bit of strength I have to comply, and he releases a low, approving hum, his body relaxing beneath mine. “Put them to better use,” he instructs. “One on your breast, and the other on your clit. And be quick about it.”

I slow my rhythm, obeying his command, my half-opened eyes fixed on his reaction. My hands, unsteady, fall where he instructed, and a blissful sigh escapes as I become aware of the heightened sensitivity in my body. My inner thighs tremble as I fight to keep them from clenching—an instinctive response my body can’t control.

“Fuck,” he drawls, biting his lower lip before darting his tongue out to wet his lips. It’s as if he wants to devour me, growing angrier with each passing second that he can’t. “Touch yourself. Show me what I can’t have right now.”

Jesus Christ.I’m exposed, but it feels fucking incredible.

I trace slow circles with my thumb over my nipple, while my index finger stimulates my clit. Inside me, I feel him trembling and dripping with need, reminding me to keep moving my hips despite the overwhelming urge to stop and finish faster.

“Good.” He watches as I unfold before him, a flower unfurling in the warmth of the sun. Keeping my eyes open grows increasingly difficult, but I can sense his unwavering focus, even without glancing at him. “My girl is making me fucking proud.” Lust laces his growl, the sound thick with need. “Get yourself off on me. I want to watch.”

The remains of coherent thoughts I had moments ago dissolve, leaving me to crumble slowly, lost in a haze of ecstasy. My moans rise into desperate cries as I intensify my movements, quickening the pace with my hips. I push myself closer to the edge, craving the sweet release, but at the same time, wanting this moment to stretch on forever.

I unravel, inside and out, surrendering for the first time to freedom and abandoning the guilt-ridden self I usually carry.

His name keeps slipping past my lips, each syllable tasting like sweetness from someone I’ve always despised. My orgasm creeps up on me, slow and intense, taking what seems like an eternity to gather before the final push of my hips ignites it, and my fingers fan the flames.

The scream bursts from me, so loud that my throat aches from the sudden force. The ecstasy overtakes me, ripping away everything—my hearing, my sight, and all semblance of reason. I dissolve into a void, my soul pulling away from my body, slipping into a realm beyond reach.

The descent is torturously slow, and as my senses gradually return, I notice that West is silent. The only sound from him is the harshness of his breathing, and I shut my eyes, afraid to meet his gaze and see whatever is in it.

“Venetia,” he calls my name, his voice stripped of the patience that had filled it a moment ago. “Get me out of them. Now.”

My body still trembles with aftershocks, too drained to reach for the key. Instead, I lean in, pressing my lips to his, hoping to calm him, but he doesn’t respond. A wave of fear settles in the pit of my stomach, growing stronger with the lingering echoes of the euphoria he just gave me. He seems anything but resigned, stubbornly refusing to kiss me back.

“Just a moment,” I plead, my lips continuing to pepper his. “One more moment, baby.”

But then, a loud thud from above jolts me upright, and I gasp, realizing he’s just broken the headboard and ripped the chain that held the fucking handcuffs.

Before I can react, he grabs my waist—his touch fierce, heated, and possessive—and slides me off of him. I hiss from the sharp, lingering pain, but he ignores it. In the next moment,he’s behind me, and I’m flipped onto my stomach. Dread floods through me as I clutch the sheets, feeling the hard press of his chest, all muscle and menace, against my back.

He leans in closer, his hot breath tickling my ear as he whispers, “My turn.”

Ashudder runs through her at my words, and I roll my eyes as I sense the fear I’ve injected into her veins. She wets her lips and closes her eyes, already realizing what’s about to unfold. “My god?—”

“No,” I interrupt, my voice still breathless from the intoxicating sight I’ve just witnessed. Venetia is pure perfection, and it took every ounce of strength I had not to break those handcuffs sooner. “I’m not your god, baby. We’re equal.”

Kissing along her bare shoulders, I savor the goosebumps that ripple over her skin. Her heart beats frantically against her chest, each shudder sending a ripple through me. Her head lowers, and I reach for her neck, feeling the pulse beneath my fingers. She gasps as I roughly pull her up, pressing her cheek tomine. But the urge to dominate fades when her hand snakes to the back of my neck, fingers curling around it as she draws me in.

“I want to see you,” she whispers, nudging her face against mine like a kitten. “Please.”

Fuck.

My hand slides from her neck to her waist, ignoring the overwhelming rush of desire pulsing through me. I flip her onto her back, leaning over her as she cups my face, her thumbs grazing my jawline. I’m paralyzed, unable to think or move, melting under her touch, realizing I’m giving up more control than I ever planned. But I can’t—and don’t want to—stop, not when it feels this fucking incredible. Her eyes blaze with desire, lingering on me for a moment longer before she pulls me in, kissing me in a way that shatters the last remnants of my sanity. I can’t take back control now—not when she’s in charge and it feelsthisfucking good.

Exactly as I hoped, she’s given me everything, but now she’s fanning the flames of her desire, offering me even more. She feels so soft, so warm, and so unquestionably mine, and I can’t get enough. I need to hear her dissociating again, and I need it now.

Pulling away from her lips, I hear a soft whimper of protest as I reach for the glass of water on the nightstand. I feel her eyes on me as I slip my fingers in, retrieving an ice cube before coming back to her. “Scoot down to the edge of the bed,” I order, kneeling on the floor in front of her.

She hesitates, her eyes darting between me and the ice cube in my hand. “West?—”

“You don’t want me on my knees, baby girl?” I challenge, and she takes a deep breath, slowly giving in. I do my best to hide the grin that threatens to break free when she makes herselfcomfortable, tapping her leg with my free hand and adding, “Throw them over my shoulders.”

She obeys my command, her gaze never leaving mine. There’s a blend of innocence and fear in her eyes, and a smirk tugs at my lips. Just moments ago, she had me handcuffed to the bed, claiming her pleasure. Now, she’s all bashful, as if it’s our first time together.

Shifting into a comfortable position, I settle my face between her legs, my eyes drawn to her glistening pussy. Desire seeps out of her, leaving shimmering trails on her inner thighs like a messy painting. The sight makes me drool, and I lick my lips, ready to devour her and leave nothing behind.

I’m fucking starving for her.

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