Page 83 of Darling Psycho

Cute.

She’d signed her life over to him the moment his mouth touched her. Lawless wasn’t about half measures and ifs.

Pressing her thigh open, he ran the cooling cloth through her pussy lips, making her flinch and moan.

“Finish your thought, Angela.”

“Will you be coming back for seconds, or is this a one off? I’m not a biker chaser.”

“Just a Lawless chaser,” he smirked, continuing her care longer than was necessary because he was a filthy bastard who loved looking at how pink he’d made her pussy; he leaned down and pressed a licked kiss to her exposed clit.

Pretty clit. He was going to make it his life’s work always to have the nub hard for his touch, even when she was too tender.

Pain was a pleasure too.

There was so much to teach her.

“And you have to know I care about you, so if this is just blowing off prison steam...”

That’s when she had his attention, and Lawless’ eyes rose to meet hers, looking so unsure.

“I’ve been out two weeks, and this is the first time I’ve blown off steam. Before that, it was two and a half years.”

Oh, yeah, that got the little badass’s attention.

Lawless had nothing to hide now.

“Wait... two and a half years since you had sex? So that means you had sexinprison?”

Lawless arched a brow in answer, and she burst out laughing. Not what he expected. She continually surprised him.

“You dirty dog. Who was it? Please tell me it wasn’t the guy you went in to...” she slashed a hand across her neck, and Lawless grinned. “You fucked him and then killed him.” She continued to cackle.

“He was ugly, I wouldn’t have touched him with Snake’s dick.”

“Then who?”

“It was a C.O.”

“A guard?” She squeaked in a lofty tone. “Holy shit, Lawless, you really are a devil.”

“I tried to warn you.”

“Pft. I knew it the night we met; I didn’t need a warning. All the bells and whistles clanged loudly.”

Pinching her chin between finger and thumb, Lawless tipped Angela’s face up, “in answer, no, this isn’t blowing off steam.”

She processed his answer, and Lawless watched her eyes flare with understanding.

And then she smiled, and his demons unfurled their claws, ready to sink into her again.

Standing, he told her to stay put.

“Bossy,” she remarked behind him as he headed to the bathroom to ditch the cloth. Glancing down, he didn’t know what he was looking at, and then realization hit Lawless in the solar plexus.

A tiny smear of blood on the white cloth.

Swerving around, his eyes scanned Angela like he could see inside her. “Did I hurt you?”

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