Page 34 of My Dark Divine
“West! Are you fucking serious?” She trails behind me like a pesky insect, stepping on my heels. “Wait!”
In a second, she grabs me by the shoulders and spins me around. My body has no choice but to comply, the effects of the coke beginning to kick in. “Jesus Christ. I can’t believe this.”
My half-closed eyes watch as her hand reaches beneath my nose to wipe off the remnants of cocaine I hadn’t noticed. The warmth of her skin pleasantly tickles mine, and I have to stifle a giggle that threatens to escape.
“Give it to me,” I rasp, my mouth reaching for her hand to clean off the traces of the drug from her fingertips. But she slaps me away, destroying the remnants by wiping her fingers on my shirt.
“I’m not here to fucking babysit you,” she snaps, spite dripping from every word.
“I wasn’t asking you to,” I retort, shrugging her off and stepping back. “You do your part, and I’ll do mine. Stop getting in my way.”
Her eyes blaze with fury, and I turn away, ready to leave. I don’t have time to talk to her any longer. The drugs are kicking in, and all I want is to throw my head back, close my eyes, and revel in the high.
“I wasn’t signing up to deal with a weak junkie,” she throws at my back, and I freeze, allowing her words to sink in. “You’repathetic, and you’re making me look the same.”
This little bitch.
My body reacts on autopilot. I turn to her, my hand wrapping around her throat as I slam her against the nearest wall. The sound of her bones colliding with the surface merges with her choked scream as she tenses, immediately attempting to break free from my grip.
“Trying to relive the elevator moment?” I taunt, a wicked smile spreading across my face. “I didn’t know you were so fucking desperate, Venetia.”
“Go fuck yourself,” she hisses through clenched teeth, her hands wrapping around mine. The sensation of her sharp nails digging into my skin sends a different kind of pleasure through me, the feeling pulsing in my temples. “You psychotic fuck who can’t even accept the truth about himself.”
No matter how thick my walls are, her words cut deep. A dull ache spreads in my chest at the way she delivers each syllable, and I can taste the fucking malice. The hate and disdain she emanates are palpable—I don’t understand how she can stand to be in the same room with me.
“And you act like you’re somehow better,” I snarl, a chuckle slipping past my lips. “You’re just like me, if not worse. Don’t you think I see it?”
My free hand travels down her stomach, mirroring the movement I made in the elevator. But this time, I’m not aiming to bruise her skin. Instead, I go lower, my fingers sliding beneath her dress and disappearing inside her panties.
“Hateful.” I press the tip of my index finger against her clit, sending a violent shudder through her. “Desperate.” Slowly, I drag it down, seeking refuge between her slick lips, feeling the warmth I craved back in the car. A fresh wave of moisture seeps from her, blending with the icy blooms of earlier pleasure. “Broken.”
“It’s not true,” she breathes, struggling to keep her expression neutral. The pleasure my touch gives her is undeniable, and her eyes darken with each agonizingly slow stroke. I’m certain her precious Eli didn’t think about what would make her feel good. She’s fucking starving. “You’re delusional, and I fucking hate you, West.”
I lick my lips, blending the taste of her hate with the lingering chemicals in my mouth. “Try saying that again when you’re not dripping all over my hand, baby.” I drag my finger back to her sensitive bud, drawing a circle around it, and a quiet moan rips from her throat. “Bad, bad liar. Scared of me, hating me, yet ready to come again. What a shame, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, keep telling yourself that,” she manages to choke out, her cheeks turning crimson. “Only these thoughts will make you feel less pathetic.”
My blood boils with impending anger, that familiar negative emotion crescendoing into something new. My arousal thickens as I apply pressure to her throat, cutting off her air and silencing another sharp remark she’s so desperate to throw at me.
“Keep talking, baby,” I jeer, eroding her control layer by layer. “What? Can’t say anything now?”
A tear slides down her cheek, and before my fogged brain can process it, I lean in, my tongue tracing a path upward untilmy lips magnetize to hers. The taste of her sorrow blends with the sweetness of her mouth, drowning out the chemicals. She responds to my kiss, her teeth sinking into my lower lip until my skin splits, a sharp spike of pain igniting the fire within me. Colorful spots dance behind my closed eyelids, and before I can stop myself, I moan, the sound escaping into her mouth.
Time ceases to exist as my desire to take everything from her consumes my thoughts, drowning out the world around us.
We ravage one another, lost in the moment, while I draw circles across her clit, pressing myself harder. A whimper flows from her mouth, raw and needy, as her fingers clutch at my hair in a desperate attempt to hold onto whatever control she can find.
The tip of my finger begins to throb from how wet she is, and when I pinch her clit, she unravels. Even though I’m not inside her, I can feel how tightly her walls clench, how every sense in her body comes alive. She fists my blazer, pulling me closer, urging me to do more.
It’s hard for her to breathe, yet she keeps tugging me in, her lips crashing against mine. I can’t remember how she managed to take away all my control, but now it’s her who dictates the rules. I stop responding to her mouth, remaining still as I let her consume me. She kisses me as if it’s our last time—the kind of kiss that lingers long before you let someone walk out of your life for good.
My hand moves from beneath her dress to cup her face, momentarily forgetting the wetness coating my skin. I smear it across her jaw before sliding my fingers between our lips. And then, I nearly fall to my fucking knees when she takes them into her mouth, moaning as she sucks the blooms from my skin before withdrawing and allowing me to mirror her actions. The unique taste wraps around my tongue, washing away the remnants of my fucking sanity.
She tastes like the deadly poison I’m willing to drown in.
“Jesus Christ, Venetia,” I groan, and she snaps her eyes open, meeting mine. Lust sparkles in the emerald depths of her gaze, reflecting my own desire. She licks her lips, smearing a glistening trail of her juices across them. “A junkie like me can easily get addicted if you keep acting this way.”
She smacks my cheek with her hand before wrapping her fingers around my face and tugging me closer. “Shut the fuck up, West,” she whispers as my hands slide to her waist, wrapping around her and pulling her against me. “It feels so much better when you don’t talk.”
