Page 102 of Darling Psycho

Lawless was a man who knew what he wanted.

And he’d put wings on his skin for her.

She was going mad, attacking his mouth, kissing him like a feral creature, high on his taste and the rough way he handled her.

“Lawless, please.” She started breathlessly kissing him all over his face before the grip on her hip bones made her moan with want. Pleasure zinged all over her body. “I need you, fuck me, please.”

Pulling her head back, Lawless held it in his two enormous hands while Angela panted against his face. His eyes were low-lidded, and she’d have to be dead not to recognize the want in them.

“You’ve made me suffer,” he said. And why did it sound so incredible?

She pressed her lips to his. “Then let me make it better.”

God, she was addicted to his mouth.

Addicted to that sting of surprised pain, too, when Lawless wrenched her head back and fixed that gorgeous mouth to her neck, biting and licking her.

“You want a fuck from me, huh?”

“Yes, please.”

“A nasty hard fuck.”

Angela groaned, her head full of helium the more his mouth moved against her skin. “Any fuck you give me, I want it, Lawless.”

Without warning, as was the Lawless way, he shoved a hand into her buttoned jeans; the fit was tight and gloriously hot. He pushed past her panties and didn’t hang around before he slid two fingers into her wet core.

She moaned into his kissing mouth, and she clung to Lawless’ ears. “Oh, no, please don’t tease me this time.”

“I owe you an orgasm, don’t I?” How did he look so sexy in domineering mode? He sent her body reeling as she tried to pop her hips into his hand, and his other one smacked her hip. “You’ll keep still, angel, and go over for me.”

Oh, yes, she would. She was almost there in record time because he knew where to touch to set fire to her hormones. Those insanely good fingers plunged, and Angela cried into Lawless’ mouth. He only removed his hand when she’d stopped trembling.

“Oh, wow, worth waiting for.” She whispered, her forehead pressed into his cheek, and she heard Lawless chuckling.

Forget pasta and English toffee; Angela could easily live on Lawless orgasms alone.

“I want you,” she told him.

“You’re gonna get me. So climb off, and strip.”

Wait. What? She blinked, pulling back to look at him. “Here?”

Lawless devil smirked, an arrogant brow curving. “Yes. Here.”

Talk about stage fright. But Angela would not fail now. She liked her body. He’d already seen her most intimate area, so she climbed from Lawless’ lap and took her clothes off, one piece at a time, without hesitation.

He watched her without saying a word.

Did he like what he saw?

The answer came seconds later, when Lawless climbed to his feet, his eyes scraping up and down her nude body like she was dessert, and he was suddenly a sugar addict. Every part of Angela was sensitive and awake, reacting to his gaze.

She shivered with contentment when his hands spanned her waist, dragging her forward until she bumped into his clothed body.

He was hard. The long pipe pressed into Angela’s stomach.

And then he hoisted her into the air, forcing her legs around his waist. Lawless fisted the back of Angela’s hair, tipping her head back to an angle. “You want a fuck from me?”