Page 53 of Darling Psycho
It took Angela three long years to lock her heart up with all its broken pieces.
And one kiss slammed the doors open.
His staring eyes burned, made her squirm.
Lawless wasn’t barricading her in, though she felt it all the same, and she slithered out from under him, grabbed the discarded bottle of water, and rushed out of the kitchen, up the stairs, and closed her bedroom door with a silent snick. Resting back against the door, her legs wobbled, and she exhaled in a rush.
Pushing open the double doors that led to the balcony, she grabbed her phone. It was late, so she didn’t expect a reply as she furiously typed out a message to the group chat.
Angie: I just kissed Lawless.
Angie: If I’m in a coma right now, I will be so pissed off.
Lucia: HOLY FORK! This is big. How was it?
Erin: Who had kissing Lawless on their bingo card?
Angie: @Lucia IDK, I’m numb and hiding out in my room.
Angie: I can’t brain right now. I will talk to you tomorrow, just needed to tell someone in case this is all a dream and I wake up soon.
Angie: Go back to banging your hot men.
Lucia: One question. Is he as hot as he looks?
Lucia: Oops, Capone saw what I was asking. Now I really have to bang him to restore his manly pride.
Erin: Since we’re sharing, Jase proposed tonight. I’m engaged!
Lucia: YES! So happy, girl. My confetti is ready. Xoxoxox
Angie: OMG, best news ever!
Erin: Reconvene tomorrow for all the kissing details, Ang. Night, girls.
Holy shit, it was a night for new things, and tomorrow she would be over the moon happy for her friend bagging one of the hot bikers, a sweet biker who took care of Erin in the way her friend deserved.
But tonight, as she pulled off her nightwear because she was too hot and slipped into bed, her head was far too full to concentrate on anything else.
How was she meant to switch off and sleep now?
She knew only of one thing that helped.
Her fingers stole between her already slack knees.
Damn, she was wet from her last orgasm, and they slid over her clit. Shockwaves hollowed her belly as she settled her head against the bank of pillows.
Ever since Lawless came home and moved in, she’d turned into a raging orgasm maniac, needing at least one every night. It was wicked and depraved rubbing one out, knowing he was in the cabin somewhere, and each time an orgasm stole through her body, she’d bite hard on her bottom lip, so she didn’t make a sound.
Tonight, she moaned as it flashed through her in record time. She’d hardly put the kissing scene in her mind again, replaying every provocative move when her body exploded.
Why had he kissed her like that? As if it were more than teaching her a lesson of things she shouldn’t say to him, and more like he’d been frantic to taste her.
She didn’t have an answer.
Just a body screaming for possession and a head full of confusion.
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