Page 77 of Darling Psycho

Her eyes were opaque now, turned like glass from her orgasm.

“No more tears unless it’s orgasm induced from me.”

“You don’t control when I can cry,” she huffed, half-smiling, though there was nothing but temptation and want on her face.

That’s where she was wrong. “Yes, I fucking do. Didn’t you hear what I said? You’re mine in every sense. That includes what falls from your eyes.”

Angela dipped her head, avoiding his gaze, but he didn’t miss the smile touching her lips. He didn’t want a submissive.

Not all the time.

He’d always liked her fire and stubbornness. Especially her mouthy backchat.

But right now, as she deferred to his demand, he felt the roar of satisfaction inside.

He didn’t want to mold her into an ideal woman for him.

Until he’d seen Angela through fresh eyes, he hadn’t wanted a woman or man permanently in his life.

He was still adjusting to this new gaping hunger.

But change her? She was already his ideal partner.

When she let go of a yawn, cracking her jaw, Lawless climbed over her body, his stiff cock angled against her stomach for a second, and he swallowed a grunt of pleasure.

“Aren’t we going to...?”

He would have to break her from the habit of not finishing her thoughts. But, before he could tell her so, she reached out, and the bold little devil walked her fingers over his crotch, hardening him further to steel.

Leaning down, he collared a hand around her throat, not hard enough to break her air. He didn’t want to kill her. But firm enough, her eyes widened and then turned smoky.

Fuck.

She enjoyed being held down.

“When I give you my cock, you’ll know it, angel.”

“But you...”

“Finish that thought.”

“You made me come.”

“It stopped you crying, didn’t it?”

“Was that the only reason? Because usually, a person just hands you a tissue or pats your back. You didn’t have to sacrifice so much.”

Mouthy. Lawless smirked and rubbed her hammering pulse. She was so receptive to his touch; he’d have to work on giving her what she needed from him.

New fucking sensation.

“Yeah, it was a real task to fuck into the river of arousal you made for me.”

“Oh, my god,” she cried out, closing her eyes, seeing as she couldn’t move her head because his hand still collared her throat.

“I made you come, don’t be embarrassed.”

“Lawless made me come,” she whispered, almost to herself, and he rolled his eyes, standing to his feet. Crazy girl.