Page 75 of Darling Psycho

“Lawless... what?”

“Are you confused about anything I said?”

“No, I...”

“Finish that thought.”

She took a big exhale he felt through her stomach as he stroked up between her breasts and back down again.

“You left, and now you’re back, and you want me.”

“I wanted you then.”

“Whoa. You know how to take the wind out of a girl’s sails.”

Lawless had been watching this girl closely longer than was deemed appropriate, and he’d mapped each reaction down to memory. Heat crawled up her cheeks, staining her neck. Each time he moved his fingers on her stomach, she hissed a breath.

So fucking responsive.

Need snapped his tethers as she looked up at him, searching his face.

For once, he had no lies.

“When—when you got taken away in that cop car, you wanted me then?”

“Yes.”

Angela inhaled, her lower lip was trembling. His eyes followed the motion, wanting to bite it hard.

“And when you wrote me that one letter telling me to forget you, to get on with my life, you wanted me then?”

“Yes.”

Lawless had probably lived ten lifetimes and a few nightmares thrown in too, but he never fully understood how emotions could randomly pour out of people.

With anyone else, he’d be itching to get away, wash them off his skin, but never with Angela. The opposite when he pressed his forehead to hers, growling a little from the back of his throat.

He’d imagined so many ways to defile her.

To put his nastiness so deep into her skin, she wouldn’t know where he started, and she finished.

“Stop, angel.” He issued as she tried to cover her face.

He always needed to see her eyes.

She dropped those hands, and a roar of satisfaction burned his ribcage.

Only now was he seeing what leaving her had cost her. The pain was carried deeply.

“Do you want me to make it better?” He rasped, and their eyes locked. She stopped breathing and then nodded, like she was unsure she was even moving.

“Lawless... please.”

Ah, fuck. She went and did it, didn’t she?

Begging him so fucking sweetly, he felt the hit of her words in his dick, and it pulsed in his pants, making the material tighter.

Begging him. She didn’t know what she’d just unlocked.

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