Page 65 of My Dark Divine
“Ah, look at that,” I coo mockingly, gripping her cheeks as I hold her in place, purposely ignoring her sharp words. “So desperate to come right here, with so many people around. Does that turn you on?” I kiss her lips, lingering longer than I intended. She has an unexplainable ability to draw me in without even trying. “Does this shy little thing get off on the thought of being surrounded by strangers?”
“Just as much as you get off on having control,” she whispers against my lips, “I enjoy being fully under it.”
Fuck. She’s going to be the death of me.
“Yeah?” I tighten my grip on her cheeks, turning her to face the screen where Elijah delivers his mindless dialogue. We can’t ignore the main reason we’re here. “Look at him, baby girl. See him?”
She inhales sharply, her nails digging into the table as the twisted pleasure surges through her. I remember when I first saw her react like this after I revealed the truth about the times I killed for her. It wasn’t dread or shame that flooded her system—it was something deeper, something only a sick mind could fully grasp.
She enjoys this.
“You want to know what I did to him?” I ask, my fingers finally returning to her pussy. She tenses as I drag my finger up her folds, and shrieks when I twist that sensitive bud between my fingers, giving it a sharp pinch. “I cut off every single finger he used to touch you with,” I begin, and her lips part as she bumps the back of her head against my shoulder, sinking back into euphoria.
Her eyes remain glued to the screen, while a gleam of sadistic satisfaction lights up her eyes, and I know exactly what’s goingthrough her mind. She wants to picture what I did, and I’m determined to give her every single fucking detail.
“I cut off his tongue,” I keep going, letting my lips graze hers before her tongue slips into my mouth, circling mine. The pressure inside me intensifies, building low in my stomach.
I don’t want to come in my pants again, but fuck, it’s getting hard to hold back. The effect she has on me is something that should be studied—she embodies every sinful thought I have. Her soul is as depraved and twisted as mine, and I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t the most addictive feeling I’ve ever experienced.
“I gouged out his fucking eyes for the way he looked at you.” My breathing quickens as I increase my pace, working her faster, making her wetter, pushing her closer to the edge. I want to tease her, to prolong her pleasure, but I doubt I can manage it. She makes me feel too good, and I want to give her what she deserves.
“Fuck, West,” she moans, trying to keep her voice down, her entire body tensing like a tightly wound chord. “You’re going to make me come.”
“Then give it to me,” I exhale, my lips seeking hers. We kiss, and waves of electric jolts rush through me, lighting up every nerve ending. What starts as a flicker between us quickly turns into a blazing inferno, consuming every rational thought in its wake.
Kissing her is like stepping into another realm.
“Did you enjoy killing him?” she asks, barely holding herself together. “Did you enjoy doing it for me?”
I let out a low, amused chuckle. “What’s your secret, Venetia? How many people know just how deprived and obsessive you really are?”
“Shut up and answer my question,” she snaps.
This time, I let it slide, but that doesn’t mean I won’t find out what I need, sooner or later. “Yes,” I reply, driving my fingersinto her harder and faster, giving her everything she needs. “I would do it all over again foryou.”
My words act as the tipping point, and her lips part as a scream rises in her throat. Before it can escape, I press my lips against hers, silencing both her and myself as we break apart. Her walls tighten around my fingers, and her body trembles against mine, each spasm flaring through my veins like a burst of fireworks.
My teeth sink into her bottom lip as I come, feeling like a lust-driven teenager. She grinds against me, intensifying my orgasm to the point where it feels like I’m being torn apart, her hand clutching the back of my neck, holding me in place. Both of us are breathless, eyes shut, clinging to each other as if we’re each other’s lifelines.
I’m hopelessly addicted to her—to her scent, her voice, her fucking attitude, to everything she gives and will give me in the future.
Even though I realize how wrong this is, moments like these only add gas to my fire. It feels like I’m making the same mistake again, but I can’t stop.
I just can’t.
I don’t want to be dependent on her, but it’s already begun, leading me toward an inevitable downfall.
The moment is shattered when music begins to play. ‘I’m Gonna Miss You’ byMilli Vanillifills the air, and we lift our gazes, catching sight of Elijah’s character driving away with the song pulsing through his car’s speakers.
Slowly, we turn to look at each other, the lingering lust still smoldering between us. A tired, awkward smile tugs at the corners of her lips, accentuating her perfect features. I’m not even aware of the smile forming on my face until hers widens, and she chuckles, burying her nose in my chest.
Yeah. This is unironically accurate.
The air inside the taxi is thick with an unbreakable silence, punctuated only by the low hum of music from the radio. As we drive back to the private plane, West and I—strangely enough—don’t fight. We both stare out the window, watching the last traces of the city slip away before we reach the airport.
I’m torn between the urge to jump out of the car and run back to our hotel room and the desire to keep driving in silence. The first option feels absurd, almost laughable. Why would I want to stay? Why would I want to relive these memories that seem to fade too quickly?
I’m leaving this place more confused than ever. My thoughts buzz chaotically against my skull, each one wilder than the last.I never expected to feel… anything that West made me feel. As naïve as it sounds, I know his feelings toward me are genuine. This psychopath is anything but a liar when it comes to matters of the heart. He possesses, and he takes good care of his possessions. I shouldn’t be attracted to this, yet how can I not be when it’s everything I’ve ever wanted?
