Page 130 of Darling Psycho

Some time was now, and she was a nervous wreck that she’d disappoint him, or she’d hate everything, and he’d realize all he’d get from her was missionary sex.

Though she didn’t have any other experiences to work from, she’d watched porn before, didn’t care for it. She preferred her porn in written form, but she reckoned their sex so far wasn’t all vanilla. It was consuming, fast, and intricate. Lawless bent her into shapes she didn’t think possible. Not to mention the number of times her mouth fell on his dick.

Maybe she was kinky-lite.

Only time and... rope would tell.

“How do you smell like smoke?” rolling her nose along his shirt, she inhaled deeply.

“I was outside chopping logs for the fireplace and burning some stuff.”

“Was it a body?”

It was Lawless, and the question was valid.

“Lippy right now,really?”

Another nuzzle against his good-smelling chest. A hand threaded in her hair, scraping his blunt nails on her scalp. Tingles ensued.

“It was a genuine question, but okay, grumpy guts, I retract my question.”

“A good lawyer would fight their point,” he clicked his tongue and made Angela’s head spring back to glare at him. He’d done it now, insulted her ego, and now he had to die.

“Hey! I’ll be a fantastic fucking lawyer. I was giving in to you because I know your little biker ego loves it.”

“Language Angela.”

“Fuck off, Lawless.”

He rumbled a grunt and then slammed a kiss to her mouth that was over too soon, leaving her swaying. He hooked up her hand, leading her down the stairs.

Outside, the early evening air nipped at her face, and she shivered, something Lawless noticed when he drew her in. Even though he only wore a t-shirt, he was radioactive warm.

They grew closer to the shed.

Flurries of snow had been falling for a few days, but it hadn’t settled.

“Hey, I have a question.”

“Ask.”

One word and her Kegel muscles went into hyper-drive, tightening so hard, she wondered if he’d be able to even get inside of her at all.

“Every time we’ve had sex, have you been holding back?”

The real question was, had he been sexually dissatisfied?

She didn’t expect Lawless to press her against the cold shed door, looming like a marauding pirate. Sexy as sin came to mind.

Nix that.

Lawless was sin personified.

The devil took lessons from Lawless on how to be big and bad and damn sexy.

“Sex with you is transcendent.”

Oh.