Page 160 of Darling Psycho

She didn’t know because all of her senses were taken away.

She only knew bad luck always came in threes. Her mama said so.

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Outside on the forecourt of the gas station, Lawless pulled the coat collar higher on his neck to stop the whistling wind freezing him.

Casting a gaze to the brightly lit station. He’d already paid for the gas at the pump when his woman decided she needed snacks to watch a movie tonight.

So that he wasn’t waiting there until Black Friday, he swung a leg down and strode into the building, expecting to see Angela having an in-depth debate with the cashier on which nuts were better; cashew or pistachio.

He was going to redden her juicy ass for making him wait.

Not that he minded. Fucking sappy bastard he was turning into.

He’d watched her like a hawk for the last few weeks, keeping her close or monitoring her on the cams. Keeping her safe, he told himself.

But the truth was, he enjoyed watching her. Simple as that.

She was walking all over him, and he didn’t mind that either.

Cook me this, Lawless.

Give me orgasms, grumpy.

Fuck me harder.

Hold me down.

Let me sit on your lap.

Cuddle me back, Lawless.

I’m going to massage your neck and shoulders, grumpy.

She was driving him mad withaffection,like she thought he wasn’t wise to her tricks. Always touching him, and now he craved it like a junkie.

She made him laugh and talk about asinine shit she loved, simply to see the spark in her eyes come alive. He wanted to own every piece of her joy.

There was something addictive about how Angela looked at him. There was no judge in the land who would say hedeservedthat adoration or the way she trembled when she fought for a climax. His tender, loud-tempered woman could go off like a rocket with a surprise spank on her ass while she worked his cock, and now he wanted to do just that, so he had to get her home.

So he went to find her because he couldn’t stand how it had been five stupid minutes since her skinny fingers were touching him.

What he found put him on high alert.

Angela was nowhere along the three aisles. He could see over the top, though he prowled to the end to check she wasn’t on the floor debating candies.

It was the look on the cashier’s face that put Lawless into alarmed alert.

She was ashen and shaking.

No more than twenty, and her eyes amplified seeing him stride up to the counter.

“A dark-haired woman came in, wearing a red sweater. Where is she?”

He’d been to this gas station a million times. There was no bathroom, nowhere else for Angela to be, and she hadn’t come out of the entrance.

“She... she.” the skinny girl stuttered and seemed to hold herself up with sheer will.