Page 104 of Darling Psycho

Angela snorted and rolled her eyes. “Duh. Of course, I have. I looked everywhere.”

He chuckled, replied in Spanish just to turn her on. “Yes, I know. Nosy thing. Nothing was hidden from you. I left the keys for you, remember.”

Damn. He’d wanted her to spy around the sex shed with the chains and apparatus fixed to the walls.

Was he going for shock value?

To chase her off?

The day she’d peeked inside the insulated shed, she’d been taken off-kilter, that much she remembered. Feeling out of sorts with her crush when Lawless was a grown-ass man, why would he want her? But she had discovered nothing else in the cabin to suggest Lawless was a committed sadist.

“Are you a dominant?”

“I’m me. I don’t label myself.”

That was fair. She didn’t much care for labels either.

Unless the label was being called Lawless’ woman.

“Do you enjoy hurting people?”

Angela squirmed under his intense scrutiny as he circled a palm around her ankle. She wanted him naked and lying on top of her, but her big mouth had taken the wheel, and now she was afraid of the answer. She was nothing but a mess of coiled need as he made her wait.

“If they ask for it.”

Huh? What did that mean? Did people come to him for a thrashing? Did he have a help number they called?

“I don’t like pain.”

“You’ll like it with me.” He announced boldly and made air stutter in her throat as his hand stroked along her calf and back down again. When he stroked up again, he didn’t stop, and Angela’s pleasure neurons started firing at will as his fingers parted her folds and pressed to her hard clit.

“Oh, god. What... what does that mean?”

“If I spank you, you’ll enjoy it. If I put nipple clamps on you, you’ll like it. If I put a clamp right here.” He pinched her clit, and she nearly levitated to the ceiling. “You’ll enjoy that too.”

With his words, her nipples burned, and her clit, being tortured by his sliding fingers, throbbed, needing to explode.

Would she like rougher play?

Did she want to be spanked?

“I don’t think I’d enjoy all that, Lawless,” she said on an exhale of pleasure, and then, out of nowhere, with no more pressure than he was already plying to her clit, she came on a startled cry.

Lawless came down over her, braced on his two arms, so she didn’t have his weight, but his eyes mesmerized her. “I will corrupt you in the filthiest ways, angel. But, we’ll discover together what you enjoy. I won’t ever make you do anything you don’t crave.”

A dark thought slid through her mind as she breathed in his intoxicating scent. Maybe she’d enjoy him making her do things, forcing her to enjoy his darker lifestyle. She wanted to be in Lawless’ world entirely, not peeking in from the edges.

She loved the whole man, not only parts of him.

Walking a hand up his bare chest, feeling how warm his skin was, she luxuriated in being allowed to touch him at will. “Anyone ever tell you how domineering you are?”

His mouth didn’t move, but she saw the smug smile in his eyes.

“You had your chance to do what you wanted while I was gone. I wanted you to live. To experience someone who wasn’t me before I fucking consumed you.” His words weren’t loud, he hardly needed to raise his voice to get his point across, but god, Angela felt them ripping through her skin and down to the bones. In the place where she loved him more than she’d loved anyone. It was a mad kind of love. The type of love that had kept her alive all these years.

She loved him.

She’d hated him for a time, too.