Page 123 of Darling Psycho

“A lot of fucking head.”

“Oh, my god.” She squealed, burying her face in his shoulder. Laughter followed.

Before she left his lap, she cupped his face. “Have you ever thought I might be wired wrong, too? Because I love a crazy psycho.”

She hopped down and strode over to the bar like a seductive model, sending him a longing gaze over her shoulder. She couldn’t hide her truth, even when pretending to act big and strong. His angel had pretended far too long that she was okay.

But now she had Lawless in every aspect, and if that meant taking over her life to ensure she was happy, well, everyone knew he was without scruples and only played by his own rules. Lawless took another kiss from her not long later, this time in front of a group of male customers eyeing her up like rare meat.

He was satisfied with her breathless, dreamy state when he pulled away, and he knocked his knuckles on the bar, making the manager turn around. “Make sure she’s in one piece when I come back to pick her up.”

“Lawless,” Angela chided, and he arched a brow. Was she really looking for a spanking on her birthday? He was more than keen.

“Yes?”

“Nothing,” she grinned, “see you soon.”

Yes, she would. Zara had planned a surprise party, and he was the designated biker to get her there without finding out.

But first, he had shit to do.

Ruiz wanted a sit-down meeting with Rider, and Lawless intended to be there.

So consumed by what he’d do to Angela once he got her alone later, Lawless roared off on his Harley. He didn’t notice the black vehicle following him three cars back.

TWENTY-EIGHT

“There’s never a wrong way to wake up when you have a wicked man between your thighs.” – Angela

He was back in the slums of Ohio.

Putrid sewage under his shoes made every step slippery.

The smell stung his nose and brought bile up from his gut.

He hated this place, hated how it made him feel less than human.

Only farm animals lived this way.

And his dear bitch of a mother had turned him into the biggest animal, forging him with sheer determination to live.

Submerged in that part of his past, he’d dig it out of his brain forever if he could. Lawless nearly ignored the wet, warm feeling that started in his gut and scattered like wildfire throughout his body.

So deep in his psychosis, he almost slipped over the good feeling spreading over the surface of his skin, especially his Johnson.

Leaving his nightmare past, Lawless rushed out of sleep and assessed what had disturbed him.

It took less than a second.

Tiny wet flicks of a tongue around his cock head.

And now Lawless was fully awake; his body raged to roll on top of Angela, to control her, but keeping his eyes closed, he wanted to know what the brave badass would do next.

She was tentative in touching him, grazing warm fingertips over his hard stomach, but those touches never lasted long, seconds at most, before she returned to his groin. Feathering her fingers over his cock, she was killing him slowly.

Minor strokes.

Tiny licks.

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