Page 87 of Darling Psycho

But confidence oozed through her veins the closer she got and saw the gleam of lust in his eyes.

Talk about walking on cloud nine.

It was knowing this, seeing it in plain sight, which made Angela not hesitate when she took his face and planted a kiss on his lips.

Being cuddly as a cactus, he didn’t participate at first.

And she doubled down, nibbling his lips until they opened, then she moaned, sweeping inside, tasting coffee and everything masculine and sexy that was Lawless.

The freedom he gave her over his mouth ignited a rocket inside. She went in, tasting Lawless. How delicious he was only made her want to submit herself into his hands.

The moment her tongue touched his, he grunted and took control. Kissing her with ferocity and force, it went on for a minute until, breathless, Angela stumbled back a step. Caught by Lawless’ capable hands. She’d never look at his long fingers with the short, clipped nails again without knowing what pleasure they could drag out of her.

“Whatever your freaky brain is thinking, I had a great time last night, and I’d love it to happen again. I’ve always had a thing for you, Lawless, and it’s only worsened. I think you know this already, or you wouldn’t have crawled into my bed. I don’t have any reason to hide what I feel. I want you until my blood burns.”

Pressing her nose against his cheek, she wondered if she’d said too much?

Screw it, she was done hiding her feelings and pretending she only had a friendship in mind.

She wanted to be more than friends, and he’d shown he wanted that too, so bring it on, enforcer.

He could accept it or cut her down. Whatever it would be, Angela was a survivor. It would kill her to lose him, but she’d go on, regardless.

Hands moved down her body, gripping her waist tightly.

God, he was rough in thebestway.

Angela craved to know more, having only a tiny taste of what he might be like in bed.

“Check the confidence on you,” he chuckled, and she pulled back to look at his smirk. Then, bringing one hand up, he pinched her chin. “What my freaky mind is thinking, you’d turn pale and probably run away, little badass.”

Why did that heat her belly?

“Tell me, and I’ll show you my feet are staying in place.”

He seemed to consider her words, and then he smirked from one side of his mouth, giving him the darkest look of roguery she’d ever seen on a person before. All her stomach muscles clenched in anticipation.

“Last night, I watched you for a few hours before I came into your bedroom.”

“You watched me how? From the doorway?”

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Lawless smirked, squeezing her hips tight enough that she moaned, and let her eyelids flicker closed to show the purple/blue colors she wore. Still tasting the peach shit he’d kissed off her lips.

Confession time, huh? Not like he needed secrets.

Time to let her see the degenerate within.

The nasty man she’d have to accept.

“Through a camera feed.”

Lesser men would learn not to expect the conventional from Angela Cabello; she rarely responded as assumed. Now was no exception when she didn’t spew out indignation at his perversion.

She started laughing, half-hiding her face in his shoulder.

“Holy crap. I asked for this, didn’t I? for years, I begged every god there was to make you obsessed with me, and now you’re perving on me sleeping from hidden cameras.”