Page 137 of Darling Psycho

“Only want you, crazy girl.” He bit her lip, then pulled back. Before she knew it, he was locking something around her neck. Her fingers foraged up and felt a thin choker. Lawless switched on the overhead light, and she pulled down the mirror.

“Oh, my god.”

It was the most stunning diamond choker. The design was in clusters of hexagons, and it sparkled like crazy. “Wearing this means everyone in there knows you’re taken.”

He’d collared her. And Lawless’ truth without having to say it with mundane words whistled wind through her empty brain.

There were no more questions.

Mainly because Angela was smiling too big, gazing at the choker.

“Thank you. It’s gorgeous.”

When he helped her down from the cab, she eyed him up and down in his black clothing. Gone was his club vest and long, sweeping coat. Replaced with a waist-length fitted leather jacket, a soft cotton t-shirt, and dress pants underneath. He looked so dapper and unlike himself.

“Hey, I have a request. I’ll keep an open mind about what’s in there. But tonight, when we go home together, I want you to fuck me like you hate me.”

He didn’t so much as react, but she felt the buzz in his body. “You want an angry fuck, angel?”

She bobbed her head up and down. Excitement caught in her throat when he made a humming sound, and he hooked up her hand.

Nothing prepared Angela for what was inside.

Lawless gave a passcode to the man on the door, then a key card to a well-dressed woman inside. The walls were white, the floors black, and smelled like warming cedar.

Sex was in the air, and so was every fantasy known to man and beast.

Nothing could have prepared Angela. Not really.

She’d been curious, and now that curiosity she was known for was being answered by showing her a world she couldn’t have conjured in her dirtiest of dreams.

None of the bucket booths were crammed together. But each one was occupied either with couples or several people. And in each one, people were drinking and engaging in sexual fun or watching the many raised stages. It was an exhibitionist’s wet dream come to life.

“Such big eyes,” Lawless pressed his mouth to her ear to be heard over the slow, sultry music piping in. He chuckled, a hand on her back as he ushered her into a booth.

Lawless’ hand on her inner thigh, he let Angela watch her fill, taking it all in.

“Everyone is looking at us,” she murmured, feeling eyes on them from everywhere. “Have you brought people here before?”

“No. Ignore them.”

“It’s good to have you back, sir. Is there anything I can bring you?” A woman appeared, smiling at Lawless.

“Anything you want, Angela?” he asked.

What did he mean? A drink? A bucket of chicken wings or a whip? Chuckling under her breath, Angela shook her head, and Lawless sent the woman away.

It was sensory overload, and Angela felt like a fish out of water, but it didn’t stop her from watching. It was like being at the theater, but with no stage rules. There was a man on the center platform, and he was using a long, black flogger to whip a woman. It didn’t take a genius to see she loved it. But it wasn’t the flogging that held Angela’s attention; she didn’t get off on pain unless it was Lawless’ hand spanking her. “What’s that over there?” She leaned into him, pointing across the room to a rectangle box with three glass walls. The couple inside was sitting on a small couch, kissing so passionately that the hit of lust between Angela’s thighs surprised her.

“Inside is two-way glass. People can see in, but they don’t see out. It gives a sense of privacy to those who get off on being observed.”

Angela wasn’t aware at that moment Lawless watched her while her curious eyes took in his world, his hand stroked around her bare thigh. “Out of everything, that’s what you like.” He stated, and she felt her cheeks burn.

“I should have told you I get bored watching porn.”

Lawless smirked and ran his thumb over her diamond choker. “I already know you aren’t a pain slut or longing for orgies, angel.”

“Yeah? How do you know that?”

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