Page 185 of Darling Psycho

Because it always came back to love.

And for her, love was Penn.

She fell in love with a villain who was the hero in her story.

EPILOGUE

“Some shit will always ruin your night.” - Saint

“Angela, I’m doing something wrong if you can still speak while I have my dick crammed into your ass. I should have gagged you with your panties shoved into your mouth again.”

“How about I gag you? Winter said...”

Giving an extra deep push, he made her moan sexily. He’d never tire of that noise he ripped out of her. Lawless was in so tight, so obscene and beautiful, and there wasn’t room for her to do anything other than hold on to the back of the couch where he’d shoved her minutes ago when she got lippy with him. He might have instigated it because who carried lube in their back pocket? For what? Ass emergencies?

“Not interested in hearing about anyone else’s sex life while I’m fucking you.”

She laughed, arching her neck. Beauty looked back at him, and his gut hurt with how she made himfeel.

His Angela was one of a kind.

Nothing sated Lawless much for long, not while he had blood in his veins screaming out for her. No matter how many times he had Angela, he was still ravenous to possess her inside and out.

This love shit made him mental.

“Have we finally discovered you’re squeamish over something?”

“Bratty mouth, knew I should have gagged you.”

“All I’ll say is, Winter was veryinformative,and I think we should try it and....” there were no more words because Lawless slapped a hand around her mouth and fucked the soul right out of her. She came screaming into his palm, soaking around the vibrating balls he’d pushed inside her pussy.

Lawless took care of the clean-up, knowing she was always useless for anything after sex. The barbarian side of him took pride in seeing her collapsing onto the couch, mewling when he covered her over.

“I don’t know why I get extra sleepy when you fuck me that way,” she yawned.

“Did my job right,” he informed, striding through the cabin in only his jeans to grab her water and some snacks. His Angela was a grazer. She liked food little and often between meals. Angela was worse than Texas’ goat for nuzzling him for something to eat. Fuck’s sake, he’d even taken to carrying stuff with him for her.

It was a year ago today he got out of prison.

Angela had wanted to celebrate by grilling burgers into charcoal. Put a computer in front of his badass, and she could out tech anyone, she could overpower most people in an argument and make them believe they were wrong all along. It was why she was going to make one fuck-hot attorney one day. But as for making an edible meal, she couldn’t do it if her life depended on it. Lawless had about choked to death trying to get that burger down. He liked his way of celebrating better.

Cutting a glance across the open cabin, while he buttered bread to make toasted sandwiches, Lawless, as fucking always, had his nasty eyes on his woman. She liked to wear not much when they were home, usually a pair of his shorts, like now. It was hell when people randomly dropped by like they thought he had an open house policy. She thought it was hilarious when he’d bark at her to put some clothes on.

She was laid bonelessly on the couch. Oscar was now spread across her legs while she dangled fingers over the edge of the sofa for her new gray kittens to fight over.

She was walking all over him without even trying; that was a fact. Those two kittens should be re-homed by now. “A couple of days more, grumpy.” She’d said that three times now, and he caved like a simple bastard.

The second she named them, he knew he’d lost the battle.

Not that he cared. Spoiling Angela had become his second skin.

A lot could happen in a year.

And it had.

Now Angela had graduated college with honors and started law school. She was busier than ever, but it never stopped her from poking her little nose everywhere. She was a goddamn champion for the less fortunate and helpless. He’d lost count of the biker chasers she’d persuaded to go back to school. She tutored Harper in foreign languages and helped Marianna a few times with her translator gig.

Lawless’ step halted, entering the living room, his eyebrow cocked high on his forehead when he heard her say to someone on the phone, “no, you can’t, I’m naked, and I intend to stay that way.”