Page 64 of Dark Torment

I blink at him, smiling even though I know it’s crazy. “I’m glad.”

Giving him a gentle kiss, I stand from the bed and move to the dresser to grab Grams’ jewelry box.

Now that I know there’s a false bottom, it doesn’t take us too long to find it before I’m faced with another envelope.

“For an old lady, she was kind of sneaky. I like that,” Jon says proudly, and I laugh.

“She was smart. Clearly even smarter than I knew,” I reply, opening the envelope.

Inside is a key and a card with the bank address. I blink at it a few times before groaning and turning to him. “Feel like a road trip?” I ask, and he smirks.

“Where exactly are we going?” he pulls me into his arms.

“Kentucky,” I groan. “Why choose a bank over eight hours away?” I question, and he shrugs.

“Probably to make it even harder for your dad to get his hands on it.”

“This all feels like too much,” I whisper, and he frowns.

“How can I help?” He’s so sweet to me. I feel like it’s impossible for him to be the man I love and a feared killer, but I know it’s the truth.

“Honestly? I don’t know. Just what you’ve been doing.” I lay my head on his chest and he rests his chin on me.

“Always.”

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How?How did he come up with this so dang fast?

I am in pure shock as we walk into our hotel room. The bed is covered in sunflowers, and he managed to get a room with a fake fireplace.

“I—” I trail off, speechless.

“Do you like it?” he asks behind me, and I nod, still looking around.

“It’s beautiful,” I whisper, turning to look at him. “You’re just a giant romantic under all the stabby, aren’t you?”

He chokes a little before shaking his head. “Only for you, Olivia. I’ve never been this kind of man for anyone but you.” He moves in, kissing me gently at first, but I can’t help but take it farther.

I wrap my arms around his waist, standing on my toes to kiss him with the love and passion I’m feeling for him in this moment.

No one has ever gone out of their way to do something like this before. He grunts, bending down to pick me up by my butt, making me squeal.

“I need you, Liv. So fucking badly.” He carries me to the bed, lowering me down without removing his lips from mine.

“I need you, too,” I say, smirking against him.

Reaching between us, I lower my hands to the button on his jeans, fumbling until I get them open.

He pulls back, staring at me with hungry eyes before dropping his pants to the floor, kicking them off with his shoes and socks before pulling his t-shirt over his head.

He’s so freaking delicious. I really want to lick him everywhere, so I smile at him, hoping I look sexy and not crazy.

He groans, palming dick as I sit up and move to pull his boxers down. “Liv,” he moans the second my hand tries to wrap around him. He’s so big it’s hard to make my fingers touch, but I do my best.

“I want to taste you, Daddy,” I say, and a darkness lights up his eyes that sets me on fire, my core flooding with need.

“You want Daddy’s cock in your mouth, baby?” he rasps, and I nod. His hand moves into my hair, fisting a good chunk of it and pulling me closer to him. “Then take me. But listen carefully, Olivia. You do exactly as I say or there will be consequences.”

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