Page 77 of Dark Torment

EPILOGUE

OLIVIA

Five Years Later…

“Yes!Oh, God, yes! Right there, Daddy!” I scream when his tongue rolls inside of me, just the way I like.

“Fucking cum, baby. Now,” he growls against me, vibrating my clit and sending me over the edge. “That’s it,” he praises, moving up my body. He sits himself against my core and thrusts into me while I’m still riding the high.

“Oh!’” I moan, throwing my head back as he pushes into me.

“Fucking damnit, woman. You’re too goddamn tight,” he groans, pulling out and sliding back into me.

Lifting his hand around my throat, he squeezes a little, making me purr.

There are a lot of things we’ve discovered I love over the years, and breath play is one of them. After that night at the hotel in Kentucky, we started experimenting a lot more with his dominance and my submission. Turns out I have a bratty side that I feel free to unleash on Jon now that I’ve grown comfortable in myself.

It really came out when I was pregnant with Bree, and I think it took us both by surprise.

“Daddy, oh, please,” I beg, digging my knees into his sides. “Yes!” I scream, and his hand moves from my throat to my mouth, muffling the sounds as he thrusts his hips harder.

“Quiet, sunflower. You don’t want to wake the baby,” he hisses at me before groaning his release. “Goddamnit, I can never last with you when you squeeze me so tight,” he growls in my ear.

I smile against his hand. I know that, and I love it.

“I love you,” I whisper when he removes his hand.

“I love you too, sunflower.” He leans down and kisses me gently as the baby starts to cry.

“Feeding time.” I laugh when he whines, before pulling out and dropping to the bed.

“I miss having your boobs in my mouth.” He pouts as I walk over to the bassinet.

“Hey, Andrew,” I coo at my sweet baby boy, ignoring my grown-up one. “Are you hungry, baby? Your sister will be home from school soon.” I pick him up just as Sadie scratches at the door with a bark.

I laugh as Jon gets up to let her in, grumbling about everyone needing me, but I know he doesn’t mean it. This is the life we both wanted, and I’m thankful every day for the family we’ve created.

Woof. Woof.Sadie barks softly, nudging her cute head against my legs. She’s super protective of the kids and doesn’t like being out of eyesight for long.

“Everyone loves my wife,” Jon says, walking over to me in all his naked glory with a smile on his face.

“Everyone loves my husband.” I stick my tongue out at him, and he taps my ass.

“Sassy brat.” He shakes his head with a smile. “You feed Andrew. I’ll get dressed and go wait at the end of the road for Bree.” He kisses my head before walking off to get dressed.

Shame, really. I love the sight of his butt. “Come on, little man. Let’s get you changed and fed, so mommy can get dressed too.” I smile down at my baby as I go about changing him.

Both of the kids have their own rooms, but just like we did with Bree, we’ll keep him in the bassinet until he outgrows it, so he’s close. As much for my own sanity and sleep as it is for his comfort.

Once he’s got a clean diaper, I sit on the rocking chair and get comfortable, helping him latch before looking out the window.

“I wish you were here, Grams,” I whisper. I talk to her a lot when I’m alone with my thoughts like this.

Some days, it’s still hard to believe she isn’t here to see my beautiful family. Others, I can feel her surrounding us with her love, and it brings me comfort.

Jon and I have done a lot over the past five years, since everything happened. We’ve allocated funds from both my father’s missing income, as well as the money my grandmother left me, in order to help the people my father stole from.

I donate a lot to charities that speak to my soul every few months. I also still own the grooming shop and try to get in there at least once a week, but for the most part, Shelby runs it as my manager.

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