Page 52 of My Dark Divine
When I open my eyes and see West, my teeth grind together, fury coursing through me. He knows nothing, yet he has the nerve to behave like this, acting as if he can say whatever the fuck he pleases.
This isn’t what I had planned. I intended to piss him off, to make him jealous, and, of course, he sensed it. He’s too smart for his own good, and now he’s changed the rules of our game, forcing me into a position where I have to lose.
But I don’t lose.
He needs to be taught a lesson because his words fucking triggered me, and I’ve spent so long trying to bury those memories deep within.
“I can,” I agree, summoning every ounce of strength to break free from his grip and press my lips to his. I hear Elijah chuckling too close to my ear, mumbling something irrelevant.
He doesn’t matter. But I’ll make West believe he does.
West’s hands slide down to grasp my breasts, squeezing them together. The fabric of my dress rubs against my sensitive skin, sending a wave of pleasure through me, and I moan into his mouth, the sound intertwining with his tongue.
He tries to regain control, pulling me closer and sucking my lips before putting the skin between his teeth, marking me as his. I can feel his desire to punish me for flirting with Elijah and to assert his claim over me.
Fuck him. He won’t win this time.
Pulling my mouth away from his with a loud smack, I push him back onto the couch with both hands. He touches his lips, clearly astonished that I chose to kiss him again willingly.
Holding his gaze, I turn to Elijah, placing my hand on his jaw and pulling him closer. My mouth hovers just an inch above his, and I can feel West’s thoughts as he drills me with his eyes.
‘I fucking dare you.’
Well, it was his idea from the start.
I close my eyes and crash my lips against his, employing the techniques I learned over the years. I kiss him deeply, maintaining the right pace despite my distaste. He shoves his tongue deeper into my mouth, and I fight back the wave of revulsion that rises in my throat, keeping my eyes closed.
Only now do I realize how different West is from everyone I’ve ever kissed. Elijah fits the mold of every random man I’ve encountered over the years. It’s hard to feel anything with him. Sure, I notice the tickling sensation of our tongues brushing and the warmth of his mouth against mine, but that’s it—no emotional impact, nothing significant.
A hand runs through my hair, and in an instant, I’m roughly pulled away from Elijah’s lips. West looms over me, shielding me from everyone else, his gaze intense and menacing as he studies my flushed face. “You little bitch. You think you can do whatever you want without consequences?”
“You wanted to share me.” I manage to put on a smirk, though I’m genuinely scared by the way he looks right now. I can feel his urge to snap and wreak havoc over my actions. “So share me, West. I’m enjoying the game you started.”
He grins, the sight igniting a fire deep in my stomach. “You’re driving me fucking mad, Netia. I’m going to kill you for this.”
When his mouth finds mine again, I dissociate, greedily soaking in the feeling that only he can provide. Every nerve in my body ignites, the sensation coursing from my toes up to my core, consuming me and transforming me into a volatile mess.
I wish I could kiss him forever. He tastes better than anything else I’ve ever tried, and our movements sync perfectly.We’re neither gentle nor rough, but he understands my signals better than anyone else ever has, and our rhythm feels perfect.
But I didn’t start this to indulge in physical pleasure. I need to win, and he has to learn once and for all that I’m not someone to be messed with.
Pulling back, I cup his face, surprised when he allows it without immediately chasing my lips again. My tongue darts out, licking the remnants of the bittersweet poison. The neon glow highlights his dusty freckles, shimmering in his sapphire eyes that blaze with desire. “Hey. I need you to trust me now. Okay?”
He glances between my lips and my eyes, torn between the urge to ravage my mouth and the desire to listen to me. “Uh—Okay?”
Fuck. There’s no going back from this.
I push him back, and he obediently sinks into his seat. Shifting my attention to Elijah, I notice he’s practically drooling, his mouth agape at the scene that just unfolded before him. The idiot looks like he’s never seen people kissing before.
Great. What I’m about to do is incredibly lame and embarrassing, but I need to see this through for my plan’s sake. I can’t let West cloud my thoughts and take control of my mind. I’ve allowed that once and paid dearly for it. I won’t let any man do that to me again.
I’mthe one in control.
I lean closer to Elijah, my hand brushing the side of his neck as I whisper, “Get me out of here. Just the two of us.”
After a moment of hesitation, he lifts me into his arms and stands upright. I release a forced giggle as he turns and begins walking away, holding me close.
The last thing I see before we disappear into the crowd is West’s shocked face, the betrayal in his eyes, and the way his gaze follows the index finger I press to my lips, signaling him not to cause a scene.
