Page 158 of Darling Psycho

Angela could have fucked a thousand men before Lawless, and nothing would feel this epic. With each thrust into her body, he took her over.

“I’m gonna live between these thighs, Angela. Get used to the idea. If I were a priest, I’d attend Mass on this hot little clit.” he pinched it and spiraled Angela into a groaned laugh. “You as a priest? The Vatican would implode for how wrong that was. Fuck me, father, for I want to sin all over your depraved body.”

He sent her into eternal damnation, making her come a third screaming time, but he didn’t come. He pulled free and spun her around, holding her tight by the waist.

He looked possessed with arousal in his eyes.

Lust drifted through his voice box when he told her, “Consider every day October 31st, angel, and you’re my Halloween mask.”

And then he went down to his haunches, grabbed her thigh, putting it over his shoulder, and he wrecked Angela most beautifully with his open mouth between her legs.

“Shudder, little angel. Shudder for the deviant you belong to. Say who you belong to. Who you give this beautiful body to.”

“You. I love you, Lawless. I belong to you.”

He was back inside her in seconds after leaving her dizzy and holding onto him like a drunk person.

Wonderfully rough. Leaving finger and bite marks all over her.

“Kiss me,” she panted, wanting their lips to collide.

“You wanted a dirtyhardfuck. That’s what you get, angel.”

He was savage and untamed.

A perfect hurricane of unbridled flames she was frantic to touch.

So she did.

Wrapping her limbs around him, she held on tight while he found his finish in the sexiest way, pumping until he spilled everything on a garbled groan against her throat.

There was no memory of Lawless peeling Angela off the wall and carrying her to the recliner chair. She was still very naked, and he was dressed as he put her in his lap.

His hand coasted along her outer thigh while she recovered from that battle with her face in his neck.

For a man who claimed to feel no emotions, he sure was affectionate.

He made falling in love with him easy.

The depravity of it all.

The utter wickedness of loving him had long ago become her drug.

“You’re a thief, Lawless.”

“I’m many things, angel.”

“You steal my attention whenever I see you. And my breath. Poof, it disappears every time. I was going to be so mad at you for sending Judge to get me, but then I saw you and wanted you.”

“My dick is at your service.”

Dirty, delicious man. She snuggled in and moaned when he squeezed her thigh.

“Did you watch me in class?”

“Yes.”

“Did you want me? Is that why you had your boy servant drive like a maniac to get here?”

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