Page 58 of My Dark Divine

The impact of my bones hitting the hard laminate sends a jarring vibration through the space, and a scream of pure agony rips from my chest. For a moment, my vision goes dark, and a wave of nausea rises in my throat, leaving my legs numb.

“Oh, Netia,” he coos, clicking his tongue in disappointment. My eyes are tightly shut, but I sense him moving closer, positioning himself before my face. His voice has lost its vividness, now feeling fragmented, as if it has broken into countless pieces that echo within my mind. “Why do you always have to complicate things?”

I force my eyes open, feeling a hot, wet trail slide down my cheek. The pain begins to release its grip, and just when I expect him to grab my face or slap me, he cups my jaw, his thumb slowly and tenderly wiping away the tear. Electricity dances beneath his touch, and I instinctively nestle into his hand like a shadow settling into the curve of the earth.

But just as quickly as it came, his touch vanishes, leaving a hollow void in its wake. A whimper catches in my throat, but I swallow it back, the remnants of my pride flickering dimly within me. West strides over to the bed and sits down, his gaze fixed on me. He brings his fingers to his mouth, releasing a long, weary breath as if grappling with how to handle the situation.

“Come on,” he murmurs roughly, using his other hand to pat his knee. “Crawl to me.”

Oh, God. I can’t help but wonder if this was his plan all along or if my attempt to escape prompted him to devise it. Either way, I have no choice but to comply.

Still on my knees, I press my palms against the cold laminate floor, ignoring how its icy surface cuts into me, only adding to the fear that paralyzes me from inside. That streak of defiance I held so tightly is now crushed beneath the heavy weight of dread and sick pleasure clouding my mind.

Perhaps this time, I’ll allow myself to be someone different—just like I’ve always wanted.

“There you go,” he hums in approval, his eyes never leaving me as I do exactly what he told me. “Youcanbe a good girl, Venetia. I don’t understand why you keep trying to deny what you want.”

I keep my gaze lowered, magnetized by the sight that sucks all the air from my lungs. His cock is pressing against his pants, hard and ready for me to take it. I’m anything but inexperienced, and I’ve seen a lot in my life, but this… It’s already too much. A single thought of being under him while he’s going to drive himself inside me sends another wave of electrifying fright through me.

His hands move to the waistband, and he slowly—agonizingly so—slides down his pants along with his underwear. I lick my lips, seconds from drooling over myself like I’m an animal, not a grown-ass woman with morals and principles. I have no idea where my self-respect just vanished, butJesus fucking Christ.

“See what you do to me?” His timbre—low and possessive—wraps around me, melting me even more. Instinctively, I lean in, and he runs his hand through my hair, bringing my face closer to his cock. “See how ready it is for you, baby?”

Without giving me a chance to answer, he brushes his tip across my lips, smearing the warm pre-cum all over my mouth.My eyes flutter shut, and I open for him, my tongue ready to give him what he wants. But then, his grip on my hair tightens, and he yanks my head back, sending dozens of skittering tingles across my scalp. I yelp, tears welling up in my eyes at the burning sensation that overtakes me in an instant.

“Too bad for you, Netia. You don’t have the privilege of having me in your mouth yet.”

The corners of my eyes widen in shock at his words, and a weak whimper of protest falls from my lips, eliciting a sinister smirk from him.

Fucker.

I open my mouth again, this time to say how much I fucking hate him, but then, with one hand still holding me in place, he reaches for his belt with the other hand. One quick, swift movement as he unwraps it, and, finally letting go of my locks, leans in, wrapping the leather around my throat.

My instincts kick in, and I claw at his hands, trying to stop him, but he pays no attention to my struggle. More so, the asshole brings his lips to mine and kisses me.

Confusion dulls much of my body as I wrap my hands around his neck, pulling him closer. I can’t quite grasp the mind games he’s playing on me, but they work. The small spark of rebellion fades beneath the weight of his intentions, which I’m still struggling to understand.

“You wanted to stay silent, didn’t you?” he teases against my lips, evoking a memory of that cursed night when I pressed my finger to my lips and left him without a word. In a way, he’s reclaiming what I owe him. “I’m letting it be the way you wanted it to be.”

He threads the belt through the buckle, pulling it tight against my skin and cutting off my precious oxygen. My eyes widen at the sudden pressure, and tears spring up with renewedintensity. The metal bites into my skin, sending a wave of burning discomfort that swiftly overtakes my senses.

First, he sears me with his words from within, and now he inflicts pain on my body. This is what it means to be with West—it feels like I’m burning alive, with no escape in sight.

Choking on my breath, I dig my nails into his hands, trying to fight back. He merely smiles at my feeble attempts—a wicked grin that weakens my resolve. “Youcanbreathe, baby,” he says, gently wiping away my tears with his thumb. “Breathe for me, slow and steady.”

With my face close to his, he helps me regain control over my breathing, guiding me to match the pace he shows. He’s right. Icanbreathe, just not very well.

“Spread your knees and touch yourself,” he commands, pulling back and scanning my face to ensure I’m not drowning in panic. “I want to watch you.”

I swallow hard as my trembling hand moves to my soaked panties. I slide a finger inside, and a gasp of pleasure leaves my lips—the intensity of being so wet and ready is almost too much to bear. With my eyes closed, I spread my knees wider and begin circling my clit with slow, deliberate strokes.

“Eyes on me,” he growls, and I instantly open my eyes, jolted by the intensity of his command. “How does that feel, Venetia?”

The pleasure is undeniable, but what truly sends my senses reeling is the fact that I’m doing this under his watchful gaze, obeying his every command. There’s a twisted satisfaction in being so vulnerable and exposed before him.

“It feels good,” I breathe, drinking in the sight of his chest rising and falling as he barely holds back.

“Do it faster,” he instructs, his eyes locked on my movements. My pace quickens, and I bite my lower lip, feeling the pressure intensify. “I said,faster.”

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