Page 59 of Dark Torment

“Yes,” I gasp, momentarily worried about what he’ll think of my stomach being round and soft.

“Don’t!” he orders, and I snap my eyes open to watch the fire in his eyes as he looks at me. “You’re so goddamn beautiful, I’m almost busting the zipper of my jeans.” He nods down to his bulge. “Do you see what you do to me? Do you understand how fucking badly I need you, baby?” he rasps, and I nod.

“Yes, yes, I understand,” I say as his hands meet my breasts, thumbs grazing over my hardened nipples. “Oh,” I moan, and he smirks.

“I want to make you feel so good, baby,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss me again as his palms knead my chest.

It feels so good. Too good. How can anything feel this incredible from a simple touch? I want his hands and lips everywhere on me, and he must sense it because he pulls away, looking between us.

“Can I taste you?” he questions, and my heart stops.

Um, I—I, holy crap, my brain.

“I won’t hurt you, Olivia. I just want to make you feel incredible,” he promises, the softness on his face easing my fear.

“I didn’t—I didn’t think guys actually liked that,” I tell him, feeling myself blush.

I wonder if he can see it. It’s dark in here, but not enough that I can’t tell he has a lot of blood on him, most likely belonging to Ben. That whatever he was doing was something I don’t want to know about, and he came to me without thought when he found out I was upset, regardless of what he was in the middle of.

“Oh, sunflower. I’m going to love eating that juicy cunt of yours very much,” he growls, one hand palming his dick as the other cups me through my now soaked sleep shorts.

“O—okay,” I whisper, moaning the second he presses his palm against my clit.

“Fuck, yes!” he groans, cupping me harder, just shy of pain, and pleasure zings through me.

“Oh, God!” I moan, and he pulls his hand back before roughly ripping my shorts and panties down my legs before getting off the bed.

For a split second, I’m worried he doesn’t like what he sees, but he doesn’t give me time to think on it before kneeling beside the bed and looking up at me. “Move your delectable ass to the edge of the bed and spread those legs for me,” he orders.

I swallow down the fear and move to do as he says, but hesitating at opening my legs for him. I know he finds me attractive, and dear God, he’s already seen me naked without my consent. But this is different. Can I openly give myself to him with the possibility of rejection?

“Liv, baby, we can stop.” He sucks in a breath, staring at me with love and desire. With those gentle words, I allow my knees to drop to the sides, opening myself up to him.

“I don’t want to stop, Jonathan. I’m sick of censoring myself. I want you,” I whisper, and he groans, his eyes moving to my core.

“Fuck, Olivia. You look perfect, all spread out for Daddy like a good girl.” He leans in, running his nose along my thigh before stopping at my core.

I hold my breath, fear gripping me. Do I smell? What if he doesn’t like it? I don’t think I can handle his rejection. All those thoughts fly out the window the second his tongue licks the length of my folds.

“Oh, oh,” I moan when he reaches my clit, giving it a little suck and moaning.

“Delicious,” he rumbles against me, before flicking his tongue against my clit in a rhythm that has me flying higher as something in my stomach tightens.

I feel so wound up as he devours me whole, mumbling praises and vibrating my clit, but I need more.

“More,” I whimper, pushing my core into his face.

He growls like a caveman, wrapping his arms around my thighs to pull my ass off the edge of the bed, before letting go with one hand.

I feel his fingers at my entrance before he slowly slides one in at the same time he sucks my clit into his mouth, and everything inside of me explodes.

“OH GOD!” I scream, closing my eyes to the exploding light, and feeling coursing through my entire body. The feeling of coming undone better than I ever imagined it would be, and suddenly, I want it all.

“Fucking perfect,” he growls against me as I come back into myself, my mind made up.

I want more of that. More of him. I want it all, and I need him to give it to me. Suddenly, Shelby’s obsession with sex makes so much more sense to me.

If she feels even a fraction of how good I just felt, I totally freaking get it.

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