Page 99 of Darling Psycho

She walked out, with her ass swishing like a siren to his dick, and he watched her go. Grinning like a fucking idiot.

A few times over the past week, he’d wondered if he’d made a mistake by claiming her, knowing what kind of life she’d be signing up for with him. Lawless wasn’t an amiable man, and he liked Angela as a person and friend. He wouldn’t want to ruin her life.

So, he’d questioned his decision to act on the raging want.

But the way she went toe-to-toe with him, and the mouthy lip, he knew she’d handle him fine and put him in his place when it was needed.

Didn’t mean Lawless would listen.

Now he couldn’t wait for her to come home tonight so he could screw all his demanding ways into her and watch his angel succumb to them with screaming whimpers and clawing nails.

His gait was loose when he took the back way out of the bar.

The dirty countdown was on.

TWENTY-THREE

“Take me home to the monster inside.” - Angela

If she didn’t want to go home, why did Angela’s car drive her up the winding mountainside, parking outside the cabin in the triple bay carport?

It was after eight. She didn’t go right home once her shift finished at six; she’d met Robinne for a coffee and then lingered long after her friend left for a date.

She’d been determined not to do what Lawless told her to.

But there’d been no demanding texts or calls from him to come home. He’d known she’d get there eventually, so it defeated the purpose of being stubborn.

Sighing, she switched off the engine, grabbed the purse from the passenger seat.

A minute went by.

And then two.

The beep of her phone made her jump.

Grumpy: You have ten seconds to get inside, or I carry you in.

Overbearing asshole, she muttered, feeling hot all over with his threat. She’d just like to see him try to carry her. She’d spit and kick like a hissing wild elephant.

She just bet he’d smack her on the ass.

And god, why did that make her hotter?

It was the start of the freaking winter; she shouldn’t feel this hot wearing so many layers.

It was that damn blowjob’s fault.

Angela thought it was a myth to get worked up giving someone else oral sex, but she’d been wet and achy all night, hating Lawless for leaving her without satisfaction.

“Fucking sadist,” she muttered as she climbed the porch steps.

He’d been rough with her.

Borderline non-consensual forcing her to suck him off in the bar’s backroom.

Eh, who was she kidding with that?

Lawless might have done all the dragging, but he would have stopped if she’d told him to. Instead, she’d all but fell on his cock, so eager to touch him, to have free rein over his body, and to witness how his head hung forward, watching her through glazed eyes. It had been enough to send her arousal through the roof.