Page 85 of Darling Psycho

Feeling his mouth pool with moisture, that was how he wanted to take her. In great big fucking bites like a deviant bastard, uncaring if he hurt her, split her apart, or made her bleed all over his cock.

Lawless trekked to the door.

“Seriously, you’re leaving now? Fine, go, coward.” She hardened her voice. “I know not to believe something that looks too good to be true.”

Canting his head to the side to stare at her, his heart started knocking like he had a rodent living in his chest. She was so lovely, was his obsession, lying in her bed with eyes blazing anger. So ripe for slurping up.

His dick roused to full hardness. Wanting her badly.

“Watch your mouth, Angela.”

“Fuck you, Lawless.”

He felt a tickle of amusement sting his throat. She was so goddamn mouthy, and he was going to get a kick out of taming that wildness. Angela would vibrate under his hands, this much he knew.

“You’re leaving, sogo.”

“I’ll be here when you wake up.”

He thought he heard her mutter, “Yeah, I’ll believe it when I see it,” but she rolled over and gave him the sight of her back.

Lawless thought he surprised Angela tonight by slipping into her bed.

Turned out, she was the one who kicked him in the balls.

TWENTY

“Confession is good for the lust.” - Angela

“I knew you were trouble the night you clung to me.”

Lawless spoke as she tried to creep down the stairs undetected, scaring Angela out of her skin. Her breath stuttered as she paused mid-step.Busted.

So much for a swift getaway.

The man of her filthy nightmares was sitting on a kitchen stool, watching her like a creeper. A prickling sensation slithered through her bloodstream, being under his inspection.

Angela had tiptoed out of her room, hidden on the landing at the top of the stairs for a few minutes, straining her ears for any noise that he was awake earlier than she was. Not like she got any sleep after he’d unceremoniously left her room.

Trouble? Her? Ha. He was the only trouble in this cabin, and that was a fact.

“I didn’t know you’d be here...”

“Didn’t I tell you I’d be here?”

Hm. “Is this a new post-prison Lawless who keeps his promises?”

Moving off the stool, she braced like she thought he might pile drive her. Then, smirking like the sexiest devil, he stopped in front of her and moved strands of hair from her cheek. “Maybe.”

If not for Lawless cupping the side of her face, she’d swear last night was a vivid, dirty dream.

He’d brought her to life with one kiss.

And back down to earth again with a crash by pouring cold water all over her with his rejection.

Never in her craziest dreams did she ever think Lawless would want her.

She liked her looks, but she wasn’t stunning. She was smart, but she wasn’t off the charts intelligent. She wasn’t cunning or a schemer; she certainly wasn’t a biker chaser. Nothing about her said she would capture the sexual interest of the MC enforcer. God help her, she’d tried in the past, and it fell on deaf ears. He’d come home from prison a new man, and her equilibrium was trying to keep steady because he’d taken the world out from under her feet.

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