Page 78 of Darling Psycho

Lawless took her upstairs in his arms. And she was so sleepy; she didn’t protest.

He let her wash up in the bathroom while he stood by the window, waiting. The soft pad of her feet alerted him to Angela again, and he cocked his head to the side to watch her. She froze. Did she think he’d dump her in bed and leave?

“Into bed, Angela.”

She hurried and climbed beneath the covers, eyeing him as though she’d never seen him before. He stalked forward, and lust lit her eyes up.

“Are you staying here?”

He wanted to. More than ever. “Not tonight.”

He’d fucking tear through her if he got into that bed, and he didn’t think she was ready for him. He was hanging on by the tiny fraction of decency he possessed.

“Oh.”

“Lift your face.”

He connected with a kiss, sucking around her tongue hard enough until she mewled and dug her nails into the side of his neck.

“All fucking mine.” Lawless tightened a hand around her throat and watched her eyes flare. “Are you frightened?”

“A little.”

“Do you think I’ll hurt you?”

“Never.”

Right answer, and he captured her mouth again to put out some of the fire burning inside him. Only it backfired, and he groaned when she twined around his tongue, drawing him into her mouth.

“Sleep,” he rasped into her mouth, his dick not liking that he was leaving the room. “I’ll be here in the morning.”

“Goodnight, Lawless,” she said with a dreamy softness to her otherwise husky tones. “Thanks for another orgasm.”

Little devil.

A boiling shower and his right hand needed him.

NINETEEN

“Deviants will be deviants.” – Lawless

Sliding his mouth to her inner thigh, Lawless bit down hard enough on the warm skin to bring Angela awake.

She slept in boy shorts decorated with comic book characters.

Who the fuck cursed him to become obsessed with a woman who wore animated character underwear?

He didn’t care.

Finding her eclectically adorable, and if he didn’t take a bite out of her soon, he’d explode.

Celibacy didn’t bother him.

He’d had enough sex in his life to keep a third-world country populated for a few decades. If he needed to get off, then he got off. His hands worked as well as a tight hole did. Lawless wasn’t the type to lose his mind if his dick wasn’t getting drained.

He liked sex.

A lot of sex.

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