Page 88 of Darling Psycho

Her cackling went on, and then she uncovered her face, “how many cameras are in this cabin, by the way?”

“Ten.”

“Ten fucking cameras watching me. Oh, my god, why is that creepy but I kind of like it too?”

“Language, Angela.”

“Fuck off, Lawless.” She shot back, and he half-grinned. “I’m considering asking how often you’ve watched me on these ten cameras, but I’m guessing it’s a lot, you dirty pervert.”

“People with no soul don’t have modern morals, angel.”

Lawless wasn’t a stupid man. On the contrary, he recognized a good thing when he saw it.

He also recognized something precious.

A once in a lifetime kind of deal.

The kind that wasn’t meant for him, but the noise in his chest, the hard thumping, wouldn’t quit.

He didn’t care.

She should be a wrong noise, but it tasted so fucking right.

Lying was nothing more than a redirection of the truth.

And he was done lying to himself.

Stroking a hand until it was under her hair, gripping Angela’s nape, she whimpered, and the sound of pleasure hit him where all the blood was pooling, hardening him.

With each turn, Angela showed him she would handle all he had to give her.

He was asking a lot from her.

Never did he claim to be fair.

Why change a habit of a lifetime now?

His eyes mapped over her features, taking in her delicate yet full lips. How they turned up at the corners. Lightly freckled skin from the sun, one eyebrow arched naturally, and he ran his thumb over it. “You want me.”

“Give this man a gold star,” she sassed.

“Mouthy,” he replied. “You want me, but you don’t fully trust me again yet.”

“You need trust to bang my brains out?”

The words coming out of her mouth did a number on Lawless, and he growled, low and heavy. Part warning because he didn’t intend to screw her over the kitchen island for the first time.

Check him out, being all righteous and romantic.

Did he have romance in him? Ah, fuck, probably not.

Too late, Angela belonged to him; it was her fault she hadn’t read the fine print of what she was getting.

“There were reasons I left, Angela.”

“Yes, I know. You were playing an avenging knight, maiming and mutilating as you went. Oh, and banging prison officers.”

“Besides that. There was another reason I left.”

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