Page 54 of Darling Psycho

Air pushed past his slack lips.

Heavy, uncoordinated breaths steamed up the surrounding space.

Lawless was not a good man.

How often must he prove it?

The come dripping down his stomach was a big fucking clue how far he tipped the scale into deviant monster territory.

There’d been no second thought about reaching into his pants to grip his dick once he saw what Angela was doing. He propped the tablet on the windowsill in his room and watched as she’d spread her long legs to get at the glory between.

A good man would not have watched her doing the same thing every night, letting desire rip through his guts as he spied on the private, delicious moment.

He was so far from being a good man as he cleaned up and spent two more hours watching her sleeping.

Lines were crossed.

Claims had been made.

Tastes fucking mingled.

Could he back off now and let her live a life not dominated by him?

Not fucking likely.

See? No good man here.

Lawless had been working like a sneaky fucker in the background most of the week, sticking his nose in where he knew Angela wouldn’t want him to be.

What you gonna do?

A psycho without a leash and an agenda, he was basically a toddler with no supervision with a cookie jar.

Taking a last look at the screen, he touched his thumb to her face. “Sleep, little monster. Tomorrow’s a new day.” He murmured and switched it off.

Sleep came like he’d had a big fucking climax shaking his timbers.

It was always a maniac’s drug of choice.

Even if it was self-induced.

But not for much longer.

FOURTEEN

“Regretting every life decision.” - Devin Prescott

Several hours ago.

The college bar smelled like teen desperation mixed with Speed Stick deodorant.

It was almost as bad as walking through a mall among the Stepford wives and lavender-scented grannies, with their cloying emotions dripping from their pearls and designer purses. He’d never understand why a person wanted to aimlessly wander around a building crammed full of other people when you could buy any shit you wanted online and have it come right to your door.

He wasn’t a people hater.

Not like Hawk.

Lawless tolerated them as long as they didn’t spill any of their emotions all over him or held out their greedy, begging bowls for attention. He hated neediness. It was the lowest form of desperation. People had their uses, but as for mingling like a goddamn sardine in a can, he could do without that.