Page 103 of Darling Psycho

She bit on her lower lip, letting it free with a pop, “Mmhm, yes, please.”

With a neck squeeze, Lawless didn’t look like a man who was about to have sex. He had the look of a dark and dangerous criminal. Her favorite flavor and she couldn’t stop her arms from banding around his body.

“Remember those lovely manners, angel. You’ll be using them a lot.”

Oh, boy.

Now.

Now.

She needed him inside her.Now.

“Hold on tight to me,” Lawless growled in her ear, and Angela laughed. She never wanted to hold on to anyone tighter.

Only Lawless.

It would only ever be him.

And now she was going to have him,finally.

Holding onto the only man she’d ever love and desire, Lawless strode through the cabin to his bedroom.

-TWENTY-FOUR

“With this fuck he does own.” - Angela

There was a reason she’d chosen to sleep in this bedroom when she first moved in.

Not only because it was Lawless’ domain, and she’d perversely wanted to be closer to him. But the view overlooking the dank, dark woods was incredible, and she’d enjoyed sitting out on the deck in the pitch black of night, letting her imagination swirl.

She had an unhealthy obsession with those woods.

Now, the moon shone through the double doors, basking light on Lawless’ bed as he bounced her on it. She sprawled out, looking up at him as he licked his lower lip.

“Beautiful girl.”

A compliment from Lawless wasn’t throwaway words like most men said because it was expected. He didn’t say things for the sake of it, so her insides sloshed with love. He didn’t appear to be in a rush as he stood at the end of the bed, watching her through those gorgeous eyes. So big all over, Angela was practically crawling out of her skin, waiting for him.

She went up on her hands, shifted her legs, and his eyes darted down.

“How many people have been in this position, waiting and watching you, grumpy?”

She wasn’t asking out of any jealous reason; she felt confident in how he wanted her, and everyone had a past. Well, not so much Angela, nowhere near the scope Lawless had.

Lawless smirked, pulling the t-shirt over his head. The move elongated his torso and hollowed his stomach. It dropped to the floor, and he left Angela’s tongue bone dry as she gazed at the spectacle he revealed. Lord bless her vagina; he was incredible. Hard slabs of man meat all over, sculpted bumps, and her mouth watered to attach to his man nipples. The harsh black tattoos around his neck didn’t detract from his attractiveness at all. If anything, his danger levels rose exponentially. He’d once explained about his spiders in a throwaway comment, probably tired of her nagging him to tell her.

No one would ever truly understand the depths of him because Lawless was a man who wore spiders and angels on his body and lived by his manufactured laws.

No one would ever love him as much as she did. No matter how many bodies had been in his bed.

“None. I don’t bring people to my home.”

“What about the shed?”

Oh, damn. She hadn’t meant to ask that, and her face heated. Lawless’ hands halted on the waistband of his pants. How could he look gorgeous, authoritarian, and arrogant with only the twitch of his eyebrow?

“Have you been snooping, angel?”