Page 122 of Darling Psycho

He’d been waiting for her to get with the program and realize her position in his world. Their world.

Angela was not timid, not by a long shot.

She spoke her mind too much sometimes, but he never minded. On the contrary, he enjoyed listening to her varied and wild opinions. But in their relationship, she’d been timid, waiting for him to decide.

Staking her claim like she was bidding on a rump steak had hardened his cock fast enough. He felt the head rush as blood careened to his groin.

The little badass wanted a war, did she? Lawless smirked and tightened a hand on her thigh to keep her from jumping off his lap.

“You want to hulk out and lay a claim on me. Go for it. But you’re gonna come up against people I’ve fucked. I had a life before you were born.”

She was goddamn stardust, bursting from every pore at his words, and Lawless’ dick grew harder than the NASA shuttle.

“Don’t throw your age into it, Einstein. I know you’ve had a past. I don’t care for your past slithering all over you in front of me and you not doing anything about it. So I did something because you’re my man. Not hers, not anyone else’s, got it?”

There she is.

Fucking badass with thedare deny me, Lawlessstare.

If he goaded her, would she claw and bite?

His lips found hers in a bruising kiss, and Lawless didn’t stop until she melted on his lap. Then he held the side of her head, lips still brushed together, and spoke low. “I got it, angel. But so you’re prepared, you’ll pay for giving me lip. Tonight.”

He felt the tremble go through her, and it wasn’t from fear.

Fuck, if he pushed a hand between her legs, he’d feel her soaked through her clothes.

“I’m wired differently to every other man you’ve ever known,” he said, keeping her locked in his hold. He always wanted to touch her, some weird affliction he’d developed recently.

It couldn’t be love.

Not for a man who didn’t have predictable emotions.

“But I’d be crass as fuck to leave your thighs soaked and shuddering this morning and then let another woman touch me hours later. Sadie works at Capone’s sandwich place; she’s also a member of my club.”

“Your club?”

He’d get to that later.

“She needed my advice about something. I haven’t fucked her.”

Not that the bad fish hadn’t begged a time or two at the club. She wasn’t his flavor now, or ever. His tastes ran to temperamental Mexicans. One in particular.

“Oh,” she said, her voice dropped low, and her face flushed.

Goddamn, he wanted to screw her until she was ruined.

Instead of comforting her this morning when she’d been sad over her parents’ deaths, what did he do? Fucked her like the monster he was.

He could drape Angela in all the fancy shit her little heart desired, would kill a man if she asked it of him, but as for being ahead of her emotional wellbeing to making sure she was okay, he was a clueless dickhead.

“Well. I didn’t know that, did I? But now I do. So, grumpy, I don’t think we need to discuss any punishment tonight.”

Fucking glorious, all sweet and innocent when he knew better.

Lawless took a bite out of her lip, tugging it slowly before releasing it. “Not discussing it, angel. It will be put into practice. You gave me lip.”

“And you gave me irritation, so what do you get, huh?”

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