Page 68 of My Dark Divine
When he tries to pull back, my mouth instinctively follows him because I’m too aroused to care about anything else. Holding me by my jaw, he spits in my mouth, and I welcome every single drop he offers, completely at his mercy.
“Swallow,” he orders, and I close my mouth, doing exactly what he told me. “That’s it.” He lets out a soft hum of approval, then captures my lips in a deep kiss, unleashing a swarm of butterflies in my chest and making my toes curl from the undeniable bliss.
“Come here,” he breathes, strong hands wrapping around my waist and effortlessly lifting me onto his lap. He kisses me again, and I can’t help but moan through the haze, trusting him with whatever he planned. “I gotta make you feel good now,” he says, and somehow, I find the strength to laugh.
I never would have thought West could be such a giver.
I wrap my hands around his neck as his fingers dive inside my pants before he finds my panties. “So wet,” he groans deliciously. “Soperfect. Enjoyed sucking my cock, baby?”
“Yeah,” I whisper, and he sinks his teeth into my neck, the sting blending with pleasure as black spots flicker at the edges of my vision. Warmth spreads through my lower stomach, turning me into a helpless mess in his hands. I feel cherished, safe in his grip, as though I was created just for him. “West?—”
“I know, I know you want this,” he cuts in, twisting my clit between his fingers and giving it a sharp pinch. I cry out, moving closer to him as the ringing sound creeps in, signaling my approaching release. “Be a good girl and let me make you feel good, okay?”
I nod weakly, surrendering to what he offers. My head throws back as he continues biting my neck like he’s trying to consume me, his fingers teasing my most sensitive spot. I can’t control the sounds that escape me, nor can I stop the way they bleed into his name, turning into a litany of ecstasy when I finally come.
My scream is so loud that the plane trembles under its force, my body unraveling into a thousand pieces. He keeps praising me, his arms tight around my body as I ride the waves. My hands tighten around his neck as I push against him with all my strength, terrified to release him, knowing that once I do, we’ll return to hating each other. Right now, this is the last thing I want because, despite how much I loathe him, he is the only person in this world who has ever made me feel this good.
I don’t open my eyes as it ends, soaking in the last traces of tingling bliss around us. He doesn’t push me away; instead, his arms keep me close, his lips pressing softly against my head as his hands trace calming circles on my back. It’s fucking odd and a bit bewildering that he never rushes to release me when we’re done. We descend together, the bliss leaving us in sync, yet he always holds on, refusing to let me go as I hover on the edge of pulling back.
Gradually, the aftermath sets in, and I return to reality, realizing I’ll never regain what I’ve lost. A tiny shred of the hatred I held for this man has been stripped away.
Along with my dignity.
“The results you’ve provided are going to help me rise to the top much faster than I expected,” Lucas exclaims, his manic excitement evident as he repeatedly rolls up and down the sleeves of his blazer. The atmosphere in the room thickens with unease.
Yeah. I definitely missed this.
“We’re just a few steps away from our actual plan.” He slaps his son’s shoulder, causing a barely perceptible shudder to run through him. “You did good,” he adds, shifting his dark gaze to me. “Both of you. And, since today marks the day you’re officially engaged, don’t forget to wear your rings all the time.”
I offer a strained smile, slowly absorbing his words. Spending time with West won’t be enough from now on. I have to wear the diamond ring on my finger, too.
The worst part? I don’t want to tear it off. In fact, it fills me with warmth, especially when I glance at my fiancé and see the less flashy, yet equally beautiful, symbol of us on his finger.
Lucas continues rambling about a new strategy he and my father devised, filled with elaborate terms, numbers, and statistics, but I struggle to focus. During our trip, my thoughts were more on my relationship with West than on the purpose of our travel. The interviews and meetings felt like mere formalities we executed on autopilot, barely caring about the repercussions.
I can’t tell if he feels the same, but it truly seemed like we grew closer, elevating our relationship to a new level. Now, back in this setting with responsibilities weighing heavily on our shoulders, that brief glimpse of brightness vanishes, replaced by the familiar, nauseating routine.
The campaign. We’re doing this for the campaign.
“Your relationship is the best example we could ever hope for,” Lucas continues, growing more animated with each word. “People envy the special bond you two share, all while understanding that family happiness is what matters most to us.”
Oh, I seriously doubt they would want the kind of relationship that West and I have. I’m still uncertain aboutwhatwe are to each other.
“But something’s still missing,” he adds after a pause, his lips tightening into a thin line. I shift in my chair, bracing myself for whatever’s coming next, but instead of scolding us, he turns to Chloe. “Chloe, sweetheart. You haven’t attended any of the meetings we’ve organized—not the charity events, nothing. Have you given any thought to what I mentioned?”
She pauses her nail filing, her blue eyes drifting to the table. With an annoyed sigh, she leans back in her chair, making the cushion bounce. “I don’t know what to do, Dad,” she whines. “You know I’m not good at this… business.”
It sounds almost comical when she says it, especially considering her title as Chief Financial Officer. I glance between her and West, finally grasping the dynamics at play. No matter how hard their father tries to maintain a façade of normalcy, it’s clear he holds a disdain for West while placing his daughter on a pedestal. I have no idea what fuels his animosity toward his son, nor do I care. I’m sure he has his twisted reasons.
Even now, as Chloe continues to complain, he doesn’t snap at her the way he often does with West. Instead, his tone remains composed and eerily gentle, which feels strangely out of character.
Bits and pieces of various memories flood my mind as the bigger picture gradually comes into focus. Over the years we’ve worked with them, Chloe has been tangled in countless scandals. Most of them seemed exaggerated to me, as if she were desperately trying to hype herself up and prove to everyone that she was flawless.
She’s always played the victim, and now it’s clearer than ever—just one glance, a flutter of her lashes, and the way she thins her voice are all it takes for everyone to buy into her nonsense.
She and West are supposed to be close, yet I can count on one hand the times I’ve seen them interact. It feels as though they inhabit separate worlds—hers soft and cloudlike, while his churns with aggression and misery.
“I can help you with that,” I blurt out before I even think through my words. All eyes shift to me, including West’s, who—not surprisingly—has avoided making eye contact since we arrived.
