Page 129 of Darling Psycho

Would he want outside participation?

Angela had let it flow around her head for two days.

She’d written a four thousand word paper on autopilot in the school library yesterday because she’d been deep into thoughts of Lawless flogging and using force to make someone orgasm.

“I can hear you thinking across the cabin.” The dark voice rumbled from the doorway, and she jumped, pinning her eyes to the love of her life.

“Aren’t you clever?” she flashed him a genuine smile because she loved being in his company, his eyes noted the way she was gripping the knotted towel. “Contrary little thing, aren’t you, angel? You’re shy now after taking your shower, but bold earlier when you demanded my cock.”

She all but choked on her spit. “I hardly demanded. You were flaunting it around in those slut pants. I just happened to have a few minutes spare and decided to use you.”

It was like a switch had gone off.

The air grew thick andhot.

The shower might have made her skin warm, but it was Lawless’ presence that made her sticky between her thighs. She clenched them tight, hardly breathing.

Whatever Lawless heard in her words, it did something to him, turned him on. His eyes, as she tipped her head up, expecting to see a smirk, were black disks and the front of his jeans were tented.

He stalked over to her dresser, pulling out items.

“Drop the towel and get over here so I can dress you.”

Why did that sound erotic? She flamed all over, butterflies flapping in her stomach. “I can dress myself, Lawless.”

“It wasn’t a debate.”

Oh boy. The dominant was in the room, and Angela rose like her limbs were attached to his vocal cords. Eager to please. Keen to get to him. It was all the same noise. Her feminist ancestors would turn over in their graves at Angela’s behavior, especially her thoughts of obeying him, of curling up on his lap begging for a stroke. Those feminists were ruining it for the rest of them, Angela, especially because she wanted what she wanted, and she wouldn’t clutch her non-existent pearls and apologize for it.

She belonged to Lawless, in every sense.

And he wanted to dress her.

Trembling as he squatted so she could slide both legs into the pink and gray lounge pants. “No panties?” She teased.

He looked up, low-lidded, straight-faced. “You won’t need them where we’re going.”

Okay, he had more of her attention. “Where are we going?”

He rose, helped her into an “Only idiots argue with science.” T-shirt and then a hoodie.

“Are we going out to eat?”

The look he turned on her about set fire to her knotted hair, and Angela visibly inhaled.

“I’ll be eating.”

The way he emphasized it would only be him...Holy Jesus and Mary Madonna. She needed to bless herself.

Lawless went on. “I gave you two days, Angela, and you got in your head, so now I have to fix it. We’re going to the shed.”

“To the sex shed?” Her voice was so high. She would swear she heard wolves howling back at her. Before Angela knew what she was doing, she pressed into his sturdy chest, face-planting almost to steady her nerves.

She’d wanted this.

Asked him for it two days ago.

“I want you to take me to the shed some time, see what I like.”