Page 157 of Darling Psycho

She knew then he would have known where she was. The laptop was abandoned on the couch, so he probably watched her in class like a sexy creeper.

Whatever she’d been planning to say to him on the drive home, primarily that he couldn’t dictate her life anymore, it vanished from her tongue.

The air pulsed.

It writhed and pumped heat between them.

It happened without her realizing she’d moved.

Angela lunged for him at the same time Lawless stepped forward as if sensing her next move because he caught her in mid-air.

Feeling breathless simply because she was in his orbit, Angela clawing at his neck. “Fuck me hard. Wreck me, Lawless.”

The growl he emitted flooded her underwear and put an uneven thump in her chest.

Lawless took her breath when he slammed her body up against the archway. The grip on her ass intensified until he dropped Angela down to her feet. There was no pause when he grabbed at the jeans opening, wrenching them down her legs.

Whoosh, her panties were gone too. And then so were the shirt and her bra.

She thought he was going to kiss her when Lawless leaned down, baring his teeth. Instead, he went for her neck.

The bite startled her.

Itwreckedher.

Endorphins and lust swirled like a thick fog, and she moaned when his rough touch manhandled her. He wasn’t gentle; he didn’t treat her with kid gloves.

Lawless touched her like a woman he wanted to play with.

“Tip your ass back, show me what I want.” He growled, smacking her ass cheek. The sting brought another rush of arousal as she did as he said. Then, going up on her tiptoes, she listened to the metal sound of a zipper being torn open.

Holy fuck, he wasn’t even undressing, only freed his cock. Why was that sexy as all hell?

“Lawless,” his name ripped from her dry throat. Every part of her body was attuned to his. The passion practically burst out of him in dangerous waves, infecting Angela in his aura, addicting her further to the man she loved.

“Remind me what you need.”

“Fuck me hard.”

Why did his chuckle sound like an evil Bond villain?

A shiver chased along her spine a second after his hand roamed up her back and then curled around her throat. She swallowed reflexively as that hand tightened. At the same time he notched to her entrance, Angela arched up, pushing out her butt, eager... so eager for him to be inside her, to feel full again.

“Remember you said that, naïve angel.”

And then he thrust, bringing tears to her eyelashes.

Lawless thrust like a madman, grunting in her ear, holding tight to her throat, keeping their bodies slicked together, each slam eased out more wetness.

The noises their bodies made together were obscene and so fucking hot.

One and then two orgasms battered through her in fast succession.

If she didn’t know that Lawless was falling for her already and that he’d kill anyone who touched her, she would swear in a court of law that he had a personal vendetta against her abused G-spot from the way he rode up against it until she felt insane.

“Is this the fucked hard you wanted?”

“Yes,” she sobbed into her arm. She was leaving nail marks in the paintwork, barely holding on as Lawless rode her relentlessly, filling her to capacity.