Page 146 of Darling Psycho

If it were one of his brothers and their women displaying signs of being scared, they would no doubt do some sweet shit. Cuddles, warm blankets, sweet words.

Not Lawless.

When she was breathlessly panting into his lips, he tossed Angela onto the bed, already reaching for his belt as he stood. “On your belly, Angela, ass in the air.”

“Lawless.” She said in winded anticipation.

“I know. You can call me unfeeling later. Ass up.”

“How did you know that’s what I needed?”

She’d already rolled over and was shimming out of the too-big sweatpants.

Vibrating heat went through him.

The little monster was perfect for him.

“You’re going to scream.”

“I will.”

“Because?”

“B-because you want my screams.”

“I’ve dreamed of those fucking screams like the dirty bastard I am.”

“My dirty bastard.”

His stomach bottomed out with lust twisted up over her.

On a small, creaking twin bed, Lawless crawled over Angela’s prone body and fucked his anger away. He took her fear away with an almighty fuck where he had to cover a hand over her mouth at the point of their orgasms, masking her screams.

“Good girl,” he grunted in her ear, rolling his hips to a languid stop. Couldn’t move off her yet, he needed to stay buried in slick heat for a minute more.

“Only need you, grumpy.” She muttered, her face pressed into the bed; she foraged behind for his hand.

“You have me.”

Whatever he thought about giving comfort, Angela just walked all over him anyway and took what she wanted. Once he put them back in their clothes, she climbed onto his lap and waited for him to curl arms around her. They sprang out like those things were on magnets.

Sighing into her hair, he felt her settle with a long exhale.

“Now you’ve fucked it all better. Can we go home?”

“Yeah. I can’t spank you here unless I want those assholes knocking the door down,” he told her matter-of-factly, and her dark head reared up. Eyes so pleasured looked back at him. “For what?”

“You didn’t eat.”

“I’ll eat now.”

“Didn’t get sleep as I told you to.”

“I’ll sleep at home in your bed.”

“And you were leaving the club during a lockdown.” He grated through his teeth. Not even an out-of-this-world fuck would make him forget that.

“I wanted some air,” she tried to reason, and he talked over her. “Do you think I’m gonna tolerate that, Angela?”

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