Page 138 of Darling Psycho
“I know you and everything you like. What makes you tick and shiver. And watching a couple enjoying each other has your attention rather than the surrounding smorgasbord.”
He was right. As always. Maddening. She wanted to know Lawless just as well.
“Okay, so tell me, out of everything we see, what have you done?”
When he finished jutting his chin to varying parts of the room, Angela wasn’t sure that she wanted to know more. “You’ve spanked people in front of others?”
“I’ve spanked you, angel. What I’ve done up there was beating someone until they bled.”
“Oh.” She felt her stomach dip. It was filled with confusion, knots, and knowledge that she could never satisfy Lawless in those ways.
“You’re thinking loudly again.”
“I sure the hell am,” she smiled and felt steadied when his hand moved on her leg again.
“People have different kinks,” he stated as if reading her mind, “mine is control. Yours is an eclectic mix of being coddled and told what to do. You like praise and even being forced into things you want.” He smirked when she dipped her head, “and I think we just unlocked your voyeuristic side.” It was true. She was enjoying seeing into an intimate, almost romantic moment with a couple so wrapped up in each other they didn’t know about the growing crowd of people.
There were no sounds. The club was too noisy to hear their moans and shared words, but Angela felt them, and without thought, she gripped Lawless’ hand and watched to the final crescendo.
Would she ever do that?
Would Lawless want her to?
She was figuring out Lawless would grant her the pleasure of anything she desired; she only had to ask for it. Or, in his case, beg. With him, she felt like she could explore sides of herself that were only now waking up.
Would she fuck inside of a glass room and let people watch them?
God, she was rocking more toward yes than she thought.
Not tonight, though. Her nerves were too hyper.
Turning to find Lawless watching her, she smiled. “Have I passed your test?”
“I’m not holding you to any tests outside of the bedroom.”
Oh. Her skin warmed, and she smiled again, knowing she’d take any tests in bed he wanted to give.
“You’re mine, Angela. That means not only your pleasure.”
“You’ve never put ownership on anyone else before, right?” he confirmed. “And you’ve never put a gorgeous diamond collar around anyone else’s neck either?” his raised brow said,what do you think? Angela smiled and brought his hand to her mouth, where she nipped the soft part near his thumb. “You’re mine, too.”
His eyes flared. Angela would never know what Lawless would have replied, to deny her, spank her or kiss her because a tall, blond man dressed all in black approached from across the room. The t-shirt stretched over a broad chest and tightened around thick forearms. The man was fit like a lean bodybuilder, and if not for her loving Lawless so much, she would have taken a second glance at mystery man.
“Lawless, I heard you were in. It’s good to see you back with us. You survived your incarceration well?”
Man, his voice was whiskey barrel deep.
Lawless kept a hand around her thigh but reached out with the other to shake. “It had its moments. It’s good to see you too, Sandman.”
And then he switched his gaze to Angela. Because she was so profoundly obsessed with only one man, his eyes didn’t affect her, but boy, another woman would have been swimming home in her juices from his attention.
“And who is this lovely lady?”
“Angela, this is Sandman. He owns this pit of iniquity.”
“Hi.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Angela. I hope you find everything you want here.”
