CHAPTER 90

  Olivia's POV

  His kiss deepened, and I let myself sink into the sensation, our tongues tangling and dancing. His hands roamed my body, squeezing my flesh like he couldn't get enough. A growl rumbled from his chest, vibrating against my lips.

  "You taste so fucking good," he murmured.

  "And you better keep tasting," I panted, nipping at his bottom lip.

  "Daddy likes it when you're feisty."

  He tugged my dress over my head and tossed it across the room. The bra followed, and he lowered his mouth to my breast, taking my nipple between his teeth and tugging gently. I arched into him, a moan escaping my lips.

  "Oh, fuck," I breathed, my fingers knotting in his hair, urging him closer.

  His tongue swirled around the peak, sending shivers down my spine. "That's my good girl," he rasped, moving to give the other breast the same treatment.