Page 64 of My Dark Divine
“We look weird. What’s the problem with me sitting beside you?”
“The problem is—” I trail off, tightening my grip on her waist and pulling her closer. The way her body rubs against mine sends a surge of electric satisfaction through me, and I have to stifle a groan. “We came here so you won’t forget who you belong to. I need you close for that.”
She takes a deep, shuddering breath, tensing as her eyes dart nervously around the room. Slapping her purse on the table, she mumbles, “So many people are watching…”
“We’re in a relationship,” I interject, quelling any worries that might be racing through her mind. My lips travel from her cheek to her neck in a slow, deliberate motion. “Two people madly in love with each other.”
In the blink of an eye, the room is engulfed in darkness. I feel the tremor that ripples through her body as she fidgets in my lap, unsuccessfully trying to escape the hardness pressing against her. The screen flashes to life, and the room fills with whispers and gasps of awe. While everyone else’s focus is on the film, mine never wavers from Venetia.
“Lean your arms on the table,” I command. “Relax. I’m not going to do anything you won’t like.”
With obvious reluctance, she complies, and I nearly roll my eyes at the flicker of defiance that still burns within her. She’snot easy to break, and each time she loses the game, it fills me with a sick sense of pride.
The title of the movie appears on the screen, and the crowd’s chatter intensifies with excitement as if they’re about to witness a cinematic masterpiece they’ve long awaited.
I guess most of them don’t need much to satisfy their minds.
I let Venetia bask in an illusion of peace, watching as every muscle in her body relaxes, and she finally stops fidgeting in my lap. I have no idea how I’m managing to keep it together. The urge to throw her over my shoulder, head back to our hotel room, and bring every fantasy I have to life is nearly overwhelming.
Minutes tick by, and when the main idiot finally appears on the screen, I feel her tense up. She tries to lean back, only to press harder into my chest. With one hand still resting on her waist, I let the other slide down to the side of her thigh, easing it beneath her dress. I take my time, savoring the shiver that runs through her as I trail my fingers to her panties, only to discover nothing but warm, wet flesh.
“Now, who’s being such a dirty girl?” I whisper into her ear, the warmth of my breath causing delightful tingles to spread across her cheek. “Keeping it bare for me, baby girl? I love that.”
Her back arches as she melts against me, biting her bottom lip to suppress a sweet sound. “It’s a pretty dress. I don’t want any lines showing.”
“Yeah, but it makes it harder for you to pretend you don’t want this,” I reply, gliding my index finger along her pussy lips. She grabs my hand, attempting to guide me to her clit, but I shrug her off, denying her any hint of her touch. “Keep it natural if you want me to continue. What happened to that fear of someone seeing us?”
She lets out a long, irritated sigh but ultimately complies, placing her hands back on the table and fixing her gaze on thescreen. “What happened to your desire for everyone to see who I belong to?” she retorts, rubbing her ass against me. I clench my teeth, the friction of the fabric separating us sending delicious, painful pleasure through my body. “I thought you wanted them tosee, West.”
This fucking woman. I give her one word, and she fires back with ten. I make a biting remark, and she retaliates, multiplying the impact. She accuses me of being manipulative, yet she does the same to me—if not worse. It feels like she’s fucking with my mind, bending me to her will, and somehow she’s the only one who can provoke such a visceral reaction from me.
I really don’t know what I want more—to fuck her or to kill her. Probably both.
Annoyance brews inside me, twisting and turning my insides while spreading its poison through my veins. In an instant, my hand is back on her pussy, but this time, I don’t give her a chance to warm up. Sliding two fingers inside her, I slap my other hand over her mouth, muffling the scream that was about to escape.
“Maybe I should consider getting you a tight collar with a button I can press and tighten whenever you get sassy. Would you love that, baby?”
She tries to curse at me, but I press my hand down harder, her warm breath tickling my palm. My thumb finds her clit, and I start rubbing circles across it while maintaining a pace that drives her wild, plunging in and out of her already soaked pussy.
Venetia throws her head onto my shoulder, her eyes rolling back from the pleasure. No matter how she tries to present herself, my girl enjoys it when I take control. It’s a fine line that can easily blur if we’re not careful. In our dance, it’s clear—she bites, tries to escape, and then I chase her down to show her that she’s mine.
Her phone vibrates, sending a shudder through the table as it slips out of her purse, the screen lighting up with ‘Dad’ flashing across it.
A wicked grin twists my lips as I catch her glance at the phone, her expression one of undeniable bliss. I lean closer to her ear, holding myself there for a moment, closing my eyes to savor the tension in her body as she waits for my next move.
“You don’t need him anymore, do you?” I ask as she grinds herself against my hand, chasing her climax. Gradually, I lower my hand from her mouth, the urge to hear her reaction taking over. “Not when you’ve got a new Daddy from this moment forward.”
I can feel the sweet sound rise in her throat, and before she can release it and draw all eyes to us, my hand moves back to her mouth, my fingers never ceasing the pleasure she craves. The phone finally stops ringing, and she closes her eyes, giving herself to me like a star collapsing into the endless void of space.
Her breathing quickens, muffled moans attempting to break free, and just when I sense every muscle in her body tensing, poised for the long-awaited euphoria, I pull out, keeping my hand on her inner thigh. Gently, I withdraw my hand from her mouth, and she gasps for air.
I hadn’t planned on giving her a quick finger-fuck and then sitting here to watch the rest of this crap. No, I need more of her.
Her head hangs low, the flashing images on the screen illuminating a wet trail sliding down her flushed cheek. The sight weakens me further, and a pleased smile spreads across my face.
She tries to squeeze her legs together, chasing the high she desperately craves, pushing against my hand as I prevent her from doing so. Fully aware of her sensitivity, I slap her inner thigh. Hard. One, then another.
“I fucking hate you,” she hisses through clenched teeth, and I let out a low laugh against her cheek. “How can you manage to get even worse than you already are?”
