Page 109 of Darling Psycho

Oh, god. Oh, shit.

He’d split her in two.

Fullness and pleasure vied for attention, crackling noise through Angela’s skull as their stares held. His mouth opened on a silent gasp while he stalled deep inside her.

Lawless came down on her body, wrapping Angela in heat and his incredible scent. Her arms and legs automatically locked around him as he rained kisses on her face, lips, neck, eyes. “Shhh, I got it out of the way, angel. It’ll be okay in a second.”

Oh, god. The fullness hurt. He was too big, and she was too small. And then it didn’t hurt at all because his mouth was magic and swept her up in paradise, swirling his tongue around hers.

She was conscious of him not having sex in forever, yet he was holding off from hammering into her like a bull. Lawless held the back of her head, lifted to his kiss. They tasted, and that’s when the incredible pull from down below started.

She needed more.

When she tested it out by locking her intimate walls around his shaft, she felt the full-body tremor going through him.

Oh, yes, she loved that, so she did it repeatedly. Finally, his hand fisted her hair, and he brought her head back. “Don’t come without me,” he warned. “Your pussy is sogreedy, trying to milk it out of me too fast.”

“How do I even...” control that, she’d been about to ask. But Lawless had drawn back and then slammed home, ripping every word from her throat.

He repeated it multiple times, driving himself into her to the very depths, working some dick magic that made her look to the inside of her eyelids.

“Oh, Jesus. Oh, God.” She cried. This man who thought himself a monster was fucking her, worshipping her body as a God would.

“It’s too late to ask for divine intervention, angel. Can you take more?”

More? Oh, fuck. Wasn’t he entirely inside her?

Panting like a farm animal, she swallowed and nodded her head.

If this killed her, then she’d go into the afterlife smiling like an idiot because nothing had ever felt this good.

The sensuality of the moment swirled heat around them. Lawless bent her at the hips, pushing her legs open and out to make room for him to slide deeper. The noise their wet bodies made was gorgeously depraved.

His grunts were sexier than ever.

Sinking teeth into her lower lip, she focused on the slap of their skin.

His dirty talk sent her into the stratosphere.

“Goddamn. Taking a nasty fuck from a monster, aren’t you?”

“From my Lawless,” she cried into his hand he had resting by her head, biting the skin when the pleasure became too much.

“Breaking you in never felt so fucking good. Spill your innocence down my lucky cock. Do it now. Come all over the man who owns you.”

About to burst for the third time in a matter of minutes, she detonated on command. Her body only listened to him now.

Each thrust felt like an illustration of his ownership.

She belonged to an evil man.

She loved an incredible man.

Angela’s world expanded. Her love poured out as Lawless rolled with each punch of his pelvis, burying in her wet, clasped heat. She clawed at his shoulders, kissed where she could reach. Her body bent to his will; if he asked her to go on a killing spree at that moment, she would have done anything for him. Carried the shovel, gave him an alibi, cooked him dinner after a grueling evening.

It wasn’t blind adoration.

She’d gone into loving Lawless with her eyes wide open, loving every wrong part of him because he completed her.