Page 60 of My Dark Divine
He continues pushing deeper inside me, and I wonder if he’ll ever stop. Despite the anger radiating from him, he manages to restrain himself from ruthlessly driving into me. Instead, he allows me to adjust, gradually thrusting back and forth, each push burying him deeper.
My head bows down as I finally begin to melt around him, the pain transforming into undeniable pleasure. A moan rips from my throat, and I arch my back, inviting him to take more of me.
But he doesn’t give me much time to relax. With a sudden yank on the belt, he pulls me up. His pace quickens, and when he hits that sweet spot, I let out a pathetic scream.
“You look right fucking there,” he orders, leaving the damn belt to cup my jaw and turn my face to the mirror in front of us. “Look in the fucking mirror and tell me who you belong to.”
“I—” I choke on my words as his measured thrusts turn into relentless pounding. The burning pressure around my neck intensifies the sensations rippling through me. The nagging ache in my bones from holding my head up serves as a reminder of how he steals the remnants of my common sense, turning them to ashes. “Toyou.”
He lets out a low, possessive hum of approval in my ear, his grip firm on my face. “I’ve killed for you, Venetia,” he states, holding eye contact in the mirror. “Not just him. I’ve killed thefucking senator because of how hetalkedabout you. Because of the way helookedat you.”
Rationality tries and fails to penetrate the thick haze of lust clouding my mind. What? He never mentioned anything about the senator before. I recall our recent meeting and the situation he found us in, but nothing else. Did he really say something about me while I was in the bathroom?
Oh, God.
“I would do it again,” he continues, the tingles from his tight grip igniting into a blazing inferno that consumes me. “Over and over, I would do it until there’s no one left but me and you. Do you fucking hear me?”
He jerks me closer, almost to the point of suffocation—the fucking leather collar a reminder of how powerless I am, along with his fingers on my chin. I can sense the bruises beginning to form on my skin. It feels like I’m drowning, and I never want to rise from the depths.
“I don’t care what you think. You’reminewhether you love it or not, and there’s no turning back from this.”
Fuck. I love this. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me, but I do. I find pleasure in the fact that my life is practically in his hands and that his obsession with me has driven him to the brink of madness.
Once, I dreamt of a knight in shining armor who would come and rescue me, stealing me from the fortress filled with monsters. But I’ve outgrown that idea. What I want now is a villain—one who will destroy the world for me and appear as unapologetically insane as I am.
I can feel myself approaching the edge of release, butterflies erupting in my stomach as warm, sparkly sensations travel through my body to my consciousness, transporting me to another dimension.
Hekilledfor me. As insane as it sounds, he did it. And I understand what he’s doing now. This entire night hasn’t been about me since the moment he returned. It’s all about the possession he claims over me. He’s mercilessly fucking me, driving that concept deep inside until I can feel nothing but it.
It’s not love. It’s an obsession—psychotic and untamed. An obsession we’re both burning in. A normal person wouldn’t feel so good discovering her fiancé murdered someone for her. That’s why I’m not a normal person. I’ve always been sick, and this situation only confirms everything I’ve tried to bury deep inside.
Right now, I feel prized. Important.
I feel like I’m finally being heard.
And I fucking love it.
“What?” he taunts, leaning closer, the tips of his short hair tickling the side of my face. “You’re going to come, baby? You’re going to come from how good I make you feel, aren’t you?”
The loud slaps of our bodies fill the room, mingling with my cries. I try to force out a weak‘Yes,’ but it escapes my lips so small and choked that it sparks a chuckle from him.
“This is what you fucking get, Venetia,” he rasps, and I can hear his breathing grow more frantic as he approaches his own orgasm. “I can give you everything you want, so just fuckingtakeit.”
Every muscle in my body tenses to an impossible level, and a loud scream erupts from my throat as I finally shatter around him. The ringing in my ears drowns everything out, and my vision blurs, but I don’t need any of that to feel him coming right along with me.
Everything feels warm and soft as I struggle to return to reality, tingles skittering across my body like millions of tiny insects running beneath my skin. I gasp for breath when I feelthe leather loosening from my throat, providing space and a chance to avoid blacking out.
Strong hands wrap around me, and when my back meets the soft sheets, I close my eyes, shivering from the aftershocks rippling through me.
Everything that happened felt like a whirlwind, with my fucking life flashing before my eyes. Not natural. My body trembles so badly that I doubt I’ll ever return to this world.
Not that I would want to.
“You did such a good job for me,” West’s voice whispers, a gentle contrast to the chaotic noise filling my ears. I feel something cold and wet against me as he gently cleans my skin in slow, careful circles. “Go to sleep, baby girl.” He presses a kiss to my forehead, draping something soft over my body. “You deserve it.”
His tender words, like the sweetest lullaby, accompany the wave of exhaustion that crashes over me.
With a warm smile on my lips, I let the void embrace me, surrounded by calming, unfamiliar sensations that refuse to fade, not for a single moment.
