Page 172 of Darling Psycho

Tormenting and soothing the beast within.

Turning him to steel.

“Someone else took me away. I belongto you, don’t I? You need this, Penn. Fuck me, come on.” Angela pressed herself back into the wall. Her tits shuddered as shower water pelted, making her so enticing. His mouth flooded with need. “Only your touch. Only my grumpy’s hands on me. Make me feel alive. I’m fine, aren’t I?”

Before he realized it, he’d reached out and palmed her throat gently.

His woman moaned like she loved the danger; her eyes flickered closed. Then, when they opened, they were hot and aroused. No more irises, just big black disks.

“You’re manipulating me into calming down.”

She gave his wrist a nuzzle. “Is it working?”

He should put her in chains so nothing else could take her from him. He could keep her locked in the basement; it had a couch and was insulated. She’d be safe there, and never would he feel that boiling out of his mind rage again.

So fucking lovely.

His girl wanted it, and Lawless had it to give.

She was panting when he moved forward, stroking her rapid pulse, his thumb tipped up her face. “Come on, Penn. Boost me up.”

He shouldn’t be considering it. He should tuck her into bed to take care of her. Spoil and coddle her. And then think about making a big enough cage to keep her locked up safe. Yeah, he liked the sound of that. Shouldn’t be thinking of painting her in his come, so no one else marked her body but him.

“Fuck it,” he growled, grabbing Angela under the arms, her legs wound around his waist. All it took was palming his cock, leading it to her entrance, and he was home in a solid shove. The cry bounced off the walls, nails digging into his shoulders.

“It hurt?”

“Yes,” she moaned, “don’t stop.”

Little masochist. He couldn’t stop even if he tried.

She was alive.

Breathing, not broken.

And still his.

* * *

“Penn,” she repeated his name several times after he’d still inside her, grabbing his face. “Listen to me, I’m okay, so I need you to come back.”

It wasn’t a gradual thing.

The moment the words left her mouth, he blinked, and her psycho was back in the room.

Still angry, his brow was furrowed. “I’m here, angel. You fucking know I’m always here with you.”

She smiled, knocking their noses together. “Good. I don’t like when you go away.”

When he cocked a brow high and cut her a glance, she nearly giggled to see the sarcasm in those gorgeous eyes. “You gonna bring up prison for the rest of your life?”

“Maybe.” She stroked the side of his face.

Their plans for the day had been delayed, not canceled.

Angela had been terrified. Some of it still lingered and would for a while, but she hadn’t doubted he’d find her.

Not even something like a vendetta kidnapping would derail them from what they were making, and that was an epic relationship.

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