Page 105 of Darling Psycho

But even then, if given a chance to, she would have happily, decadently swam in his scandalous waters.

But the love always found a place inside her where she could think only of him, want him, need and crave only him. His darkness called to Angela like something from a horror movie, urging her to run toward the unknown.

Lithely, he rose, and fingers grasped her ankles and yanked her down to the edge of the bed, making her squeal out in surprise to have him towering over her, looking good enough to lick all over.

“You think I’m domineering right now, angel? I wanted you to know what freedom tasted like, to know what sweet felt like before I took you over. Do you even know what that means? It’snothingsweet.”

She was frozen in place.

Turned on.

Buzzing beneath her skin.

Stripped to the waist in just a pair of low-hanging sweatpants on that perfectly trim waist. Low enough, she saw the deepest V groove in his abs.

So deep.

Holy shit.

She could eat a whole riverboat of soup from those grooves and not lose a drop.

And then he turned slightly, and she saw his back, and she nearly swallowed her tongue.

A great span of tanned skin with terrains of muscles all perfectly in the right places, flexing as he watched her, gauging as if waiting for her reaction to his words.

Ha, he’d have a long wait if he assumed she’d be mad.

How could she be? He told her he waited, and that was so lovely.

Eyeing the god-like body like a piece of meat, she wanted to straddle that thick tree trunk thigh and just ride it out until he brought it home for her, making her come until she could glide to the ground, boneless and sated.

Suddenly, that’s all Angela wanted to do. She yearned to ask him to stand still while she creamed over his leg.

“So, in short, yes, youaredomineering. Good to know,” she chuckled.

“I’m sixteenyears older than you.”

“Big deal. So you know where you were when Benjamin Franklin invented electricity. That has no basis on how attracted we are to each other.”

“Mouthy little brat, your attempts to butter me up are not benefiting you.” He flashed her a devious smirk.

“I’m not buttering you up, old man. You’re still sexy as hell.”

He grinned again, and she felt this one in her chest. He didn’t care about age differences. She ought to have known that already, but it was something that needed to be said only once, so they didn’t have to talk about it ever again.

“Welcome to the Thunderdome, badass, it’s about to get rough.”

It should have been weird to hold a conversation when she wore no clothes, but it wasn’t. This was the closeness she craved from him. Lawless was sitting on the edge of the bed between her feet, still stroking her leg from knee to inner thigh. Sending flutters of longing through her veins until she was unable to keep her eyes open.

She wanted him.

And that was never changing, no matter how dominant he got.

She could give as good as she took. Not a pushover by any standards, but her pleasure in Lawless’ hands? She’d give him every ounce of obedience to get that.

“Is the conversation part of this night over? Can we get to it now? Or do you need some time, old man?”

The fire from his eyes was a direct path between her legs, and Angela groaned low in her throat.

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