Page 135 of Darling Psycho

“Diamond angel.” - Lawless

She’d asked, “How do I look?” about ten times through sheer nerves alone.

Her hands were clammily clasped on her lap, though it was icy outside the brand-new Dodge Ram. The truck was an immense beast, much like Lawless.

Lawless put it into park and turned his body half toward her. “How do you look? You look like I wanna fuck you, Angela. You wore that scrap of a dress to torment me. I could have my hands and mouth under it in seconds, or just rip the fucking thing off you and make you sit on my face until I drown.”

Air whooshed out of her lungs.

He wasn’t finished, and she curved a brow, eager to hear more.

“How do you look? Like a queen ready to walk into her inauguration in front of the world.”

Aw, man, shit. That did something syrupy to her belly.

Lawless wasn’t a man who threw compliments around. A girl had to look deeply to find when he was acting nice because he never did it conventionally.

It was in the times he made her hot cocoa when it was a wintry morning.

Or tossed logs onto the fire when she shivered only once.

Or grabbing her around the waist to sniff her neck.

His compliments were silent. They came from growls and grunts and hot, devilish stares that made her spine soften to feel his hands all over her.

When she’d come down the stairs in her highest black heels with the red bottom and silver dress, fitted closely to her breasts, thin straps, and barely covering her thong, decorated in shimmering silver tassels that moved as she walked, his eyes spoke volumes.

So did the heavy kiss he took from her at the bottom of the stairs.

“You said to wear anything I liked...”

Angela had deliberated far too long in her closet.

“You wanted to feel empowered, and this dick-teasing dress does that for you.”

Damn, he really knew her because that was exactly right.

Feeling better, she chuckled and stuck out her tongue at him. “You say that about anything I wear,” she imitated his voice, “you’re wearing those ass-hugging leggings again, you’re begging to be put on my dick, Angela. Do you think you can put my shirt on and not get felt up, Angela? I’m starting to believe you have a clothes fetish, grumpy.”

The truck interior was dark, but the shine of a street light meant his blue eyes glowed when he answered. “We’re about to go into a place where I can tie you to any number of things, and you choose now to mouth off to me.”

Amused, she poked her tongue into the side of her mouth because she heard his teasing even when the inflection in his tone didn’t alter. “Hardly mouthing off when it’s the truth.”

Feeling her hands get nervous again, she rubbed them down her legs, Lawless grabbed one. “Tell me now if you want to go home. We’ll grab some dinner in town first.”

“Like a date? A datedatethat couples who are dating do?”

“We aren’t dating. You’re mine.”

“I still would enjoy going on a date even though my overlord lover owns me.”

“You’re stalling, angel.”

Dammit, she was, and he knew it. She pinched the back of his hand. “Quit calling me out on my crap. Yes, I want to go inside. You know how nosy I am.”

“All the best lawyers are.”

She practically floated out of her seat. It was the best feeling in the world when he showed how much faith he had in her to graduate law school, even helping her out in debate situations when she had to prepare for a closing argument in a mock court.

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