Page 149 of Darling Psycho

Angela: LMAO. That ship sailed a long time ago, Zar. Kiss the babies for me. Miss youuuuu. Xoxo

She went into another text thread.

Angela: I’m only telling you this because we’re friends. But I heard Lawless is sending you to Alaska.

Judge: ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?

Judge: Fuck. I knew he wasn’t done torturing me.

Angela: Yeah, dude. He wants you to hunt a rare polar bear. That’s what I heard. But keep it a secret.

Judge: You are a little shit.

Cackling to herself, she didn’t see the massive shadow looming over her until her skin tingled, and she smiled up at him.

“What’s got you giggling like an insane person?”

He sat at her side and put Angela’s bare feet in his lap. The goodness didn’t stop there. He started rubbing a foot, and her eyes took a roll into the back of her skull.

“I told Judge you were sending him to Alaska on a polar bear hunt.”

“Hm. I could do that. Still need to deal with him.”

“Or you could go easy on him.”

He snapped a fiery gaze her way.

“He kept me chaste for you to defile disgustingly, poor Judge. Go easy on him? For me?”

“I’ll see.”

Warmth filled her chest.

“You’re being uncharacteristically hospitable.” His knuckles found a particularly sore spot on her heel, and she let go of a moan, her head falling back in ecstasy.

“I am. How are you going to pay me back?”

That rotten monster. With her free foot, she poked her toes into his stomach. “Dirty orgasms.”

“I accept.”

Blue eyes, deeper than any blue she’d ever seen before, were watching her, probably digging into her head as deep as his thumbs worked the bottom of her foot, which was connected to her pussy because every rub on her arch made her sex throb. She was no longer feeling the epic massage, not when all sensation had headed somewhere middle region of her body.

“Is this where you tease me again and leave me crazy?” like the other night where he worked her up so much, she ended up sobbing and begging him to fuck her.“Don’t let fucking frat boys flirt with you at the bar,”he’d growled and left to go to the club, warning Angela not to touch herself.

That wicked mouth curved at the edges, his fingers plucking her toes, making them crack.“Maybe. You been flirting again?”

“As I told you already, it’s called beingfriendly. It’s my job to be civil, you ass.”

He smirked and tipped Angela onto her back.

Filled with a rush of endorphins, Angela squealed when Lawless loomed over her, bringing her hand to his rock-hard cock trapped between them. He molded her fingers around him, and she squeezed hard.

He grunted and moved into her hand with dirty thrusts.

To love a complex man like Lawless, she’d long accepted he did things in his own time, sometimes with no explanation.

God, she loved snow days. And him.

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