Page 125 of Darling Psycho

Was this love? The strange feeling battered his chest.

She loved him. He might be devoid of those emotions, but it was all over her face, in Angela’s every action as she gazed at him, their fucking increasing.

Did he love her?

He would rip someone apart if they attempted to take her from him.

Was that love? Or was he too deep in his delusional obsession to know the difference?

“Ohhhh. I love having you inside me. Let me keep you.Let me keep you.” she chanted.

Like she had a choice in the matter, she was going nowhere.

“Give me what I want. Make me explode, and then we’ll talk about all the words you want about my sexual preferences afterward.” Once he’d pounded a few orgasms out of her first.

“Really? I want to know it all, Lawless.”

“Get to fucking, Angela.”

“Deal.” she smiled and began riding him.

A firm slap to her ass had her control splitting. She cried out, and Lawless smirked.

He got a kick out of letting her think she had the reins to see how bold his angel would be with his body right there for the taking.

Tentative at first, her nails dug into his shoulders. Testing the perimeters of her power. He couldn’t wait to push her to the limits, hearing her begging and screaming for her pleasure.

“That’s it,” he growled, biting fingers into her hips, making her move faster. His cock badly needed to blow, but he’d get her there first. “You ride that dick.Ride it,angel.”

“Like this?” She panted, swirling her hips.

“Fuck. You’re killing me.”

Was this fucking love?

He couldn’t get enough of her; she was a roar in his blood.

He wanted her in his skin, in his bed, in his life forever.

But this.

Watching her gather her confidence one hard fuck at a time.

She was more than remarkable.

Angela was a vision.

His head cranked back on the headboard; he didn’t even realize he was smiling until her finger traced his lips. “Grumpy...” she moaned.

Tits in his face, he could have latched on and sucked hard to a climax. He’d tormented Angela enough this past week since her birthday to know what got her there.

Sometimes hard and dirty was what was needed.

But he wanted her to get there herself, to show him how desperate for it she was.

“Yeah. I’m right here. Give it up. Bring it home.”

Find your power, angel.

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