Page 98 of Darling Psycho

“So what was this little event all about, then? If you weren’t jealous.”

This woman was unexpected.

Feelings developed like weeds growing around his ankles, strangling the fucking lust out of him. He could no more stop caring about Angela than he could rip stars down from the sky.

“To show you, this is the monster you’re so desperate to make your own. I can’t water myself down like your other boyfriends did, letting you rule over them. Just happy to be in your gorgeous orbit. There’s no going into this thing between us with your eyes closed shut, Angela. You gotta know who I am and the shit I do without apology because that iswho I am. I’m the man if someone fucks with you, I give them back the equal in torture. Someone else touches who is mine; I remind you who the fuck you belong to. I’m a man of violence, loyalty, retribution, and hard sex. I don’t want you glamorizing me into this perfect boyfriend ideal because we’ll both be disappointed.”

Angela snorted, and she almost grinned.

“I was born to be an enforcer, one who does without apology, and this is an outlaw’s world. So, decide if you want to be in that world, angel.”

Silence swirled around then; he waited while she processed his truth.

“You’re a prick,” she said without heat behind it. Trying to push him with little strength. He only pushed back into her and watched her eyelids flutter.

“Quit with the lip. It doesn’t get you anywhere.”

Now Lawless was the liar. He’d give her any-fucking-thing her greedy heart desired, even if she called him all the dirty pricks under the sun.

She dared mock him by repeating his words in a gruff, faked voice, and he found himself amused.

“Keep in mind you want me and the despicable way I take you.”

“You know I do. It doesn’t stop you from being unreasonable and prickish, though.”

He didn’t go in for terror or sexual intimidation, and he would not start now with someone he wanted to keep.

Lifting her under the armpits, he held her out in front of him, just dangling there like a gorgeous piece of meat he wanted to lick all over.

Something hot ran through his blood because she didn’t struggle, didn’t gasp or try to free herself. The little brat was smiling from her eyes. Taunting him with her lack of response.

“Listen here; if I wanted to lock you up somewhere and use you as my fuck toy, I could do it, angel. If you haven’t noticed, I’m bigger and stronger than you. You’d fit in my pocket, and I wouldn’t even know.”

Something flared in her eyes, as though she liked that idea. It was something he’d put on the back burner to revisit later. Nothing she wanted would be off-limits. Fuck. He was a man that had tried many kinks in his time, so he wouldn’t deny Angela the chance to spread her dirty wings, either.

Only with him.

“There you go with no boundaries again. put me down, Lawless.”

Dropping Angela to her feet, he put space between them and watched her fuss with her hair until her ponytail was sleek once more. No one would know what they’d been doing, and if they did and if they dared say shit to her, he’d shoot them.

“What are you going to say next, huh? You’ll only put the tip in, right? Because the tip doesn’t count.”

Five things occurred to Lawless, all in one roaring rush of blood through his ear canal.

1. He was going to kill the punk who had dared say that to her.

2. Hearing her talk about his dick, the leaking tip made him harder than a hammer.

3. Seriously, he would hunt that mangy punk down and leave him in a bloodbath.

4. Maybe he’d kill the punk’s whole family for raising a goddamn degenerate.

5. Yeah. He wanted to give his angel his tip, feel how wet she was, just let her soak his fucking tip until it drowned in bliss.

Lawless’ hand acted of its own accord and curled around Angela’s throat, caressing against her fluttering pulse. Then he brought her forward and feathered a kiss on her lips. “When you come home, I’ll show you how much tip I’ll give you.”

Hot, needy sex blazed from her eyes, and she swayed into his hand before she pushed him away, pulling open the door. “This isn’t a sex contract relationship, Lawless. I’m not blindly following your orders; if that’s what you want, maybe reach out to Jay Benz to get on his knees.”