Page 147 of Darling Psycho

She dared smile, nuzzling his chin like he hadn’t only killed two men a couple of hours ago. She was crazy as he felt in that moment while she crawled all over him.

“Yes, because you’re sweet on me, and you know I don’t do well without you to center me. I was afraid and needed you. I always need my grumpy.”

He weakened like a pussy. “Next time you stay where I put you or I tie you up in the panic room.”

She lit up like he offered her jewels.

“Anything you say, grumpy. I’m hungry. Will you make something for me?”

Inhaling hard enough, his shirt expanded. He scrubbed a hand over his shaved head.

“Yes, get a move on.”

Of fucking course, he had to wait by the entryway while she went on her world tour of goodbyes to everyone. His nasty eyes ate her up. Wanted her again, this time screaming into his throat while she slicked up his unworthy pipe of a cock.

After a minute, he emitted a shrill whistle, making heads turn. She was hugging Judge, the little shit. “Badass, let’s go.” She waved him off like he was a coat check bitch.

“Man, I love this.” Snickered Snake, with his family gathered in his arms. “She’s got your balls in a chokehold, Lawless. Fucking love it.”

Lawless only glared at his buddy.

“Stop teasing him,” warned his wife, grinning, shoving Snake out of the door before Lawless could chokehold him. But the freaky fucker would love it too much.

And then she was in front of him, slipping her hand into his like she hadn’t kept him waiting. And he couldn’t remember if he was irritated, because she felt incredible against him.

Lawless got her wrapped around him on the back of his bike.

Then he cooked a meal and fucked her to sleep. Three times in fast succession, he couldn’t get enough, and his deviant angel was all too happy to provide. They fucked carnally, without words, until his heart threatened to break out of his chest. While Angela slept curled up against him in the aftermath, Lawless stayed awake, mapping her freckles.

She boasted the following morning about how he forgot to spank her.

So he bent her over the island, tore down her panties, and left a delicious red mark on her sweet ass.

Fuck. Knowing the handprint was there kept him hard and wanting all day.

Angela made him feel not so solitary anymore.

She was oxygen in his blood, and without it, he was as good as a corpse.

THIRTY-THREE

“Frosty the snow psycho.” – Angela

Three days turned into a week.

And then two weeks plus one more.

It was now the end of the month. No one else had tried shooting at them, thank god, and oh, also, the cabin was snowed in.

For weeks, it had snowed on and off, melting after only a few hours. But it didn’t hinder her life. She went to school, work and hung out with a gorgeous man and his biker brethren.

It made sense on the night that Lawless spent all night in her bed for the first time that she’d wake to four feet of snow outside.

Classes were moved online, and even her man, who could do anything, was snowed in with her.

After finishing a class, she closed the laptop, stretched, and decided it had been too long since she laid eyes on Lawless. Angela had panicked a little, seeing the snow, knowing they’d both be stuck at home. For her, it was wonderful, all that Lawless time. But she didn’t know how he’d cope if he wanted to be around her that much.

But when he didn’t show signs of needing alone time in his man cave, she shrugged, unbothered if she was about to invade his space, and shadowed him as much as she had these past weeks.

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