Twisted Game (Filthy Wicked Psychos, #1)

by Eva Ashwood

“You sure you’re alright? I don’t need to beat up some fucker for you, do I?” That startles a laugh out of me, and he grins.

“She was a loose end. She saw me doing… an assassination job, and I could not let her live after that. I killed her, yes. And I never thought about her again after. Do you shed tears for every piece of trash you throw away?”

“I’m not going to kill you,” the man named Malice murmurs in that rough voice of his. “Don’t worry.” I am worried, though. I’m extremely fucking worried, because he’s got a gun between my legs, rubbing circles against my clit.

“Please,” I whisper, but I don’t know what I’m begging for now. Do I want him to stop? Or to keep going? Do I want him to spare me or ruin me?

A smirk crosses his darkly handsome face, and I gasp sharply when he shoves the barrel in that last bit, ripping through my hymen, taking my virginity.

Then, just as my legs start to shake, Malice pulls the gun out, leaving me empty. The barrel of it is covered with my arousal and smeared with small streaks of blood from where he tore my hymen, and Malice looks right at me as he drags his tongue up the length of it.

“You wanna keep this hand?” he asks conversationally, squeezing it even tighter and making the guy contort to try to ease the pressure. “Then don’t put it on that girl. Ever. Got it?”

Ransom nods gravely, brushing the teardrop away from my cheek. “Good girl.” He lingers for a moment longer, gazing down at me with his knuckles still lightly touching my face.

The man named Malice steps out of the shadows behind me, and I glance over my shoulder, freezing at the sight of him. He meets my eyes and then starts to prowl closer.

We keep walking until we reach a spot where a motorcycle is parked by the side of the road on the west side of campus. Ransom gets on it, swinging his leg over the side and settling in. He winks at me with a little smirk. “Well, I’m out. Be good, angel.”

I wanted her to see me. I wanted those mesmerizing brown eyes of hers to focus on me. Wanted to hear her voice.

He presses me up against the side of his car, his expression hard.

“Ty izdayesh’ samyye krasivyye zvuki, kogda konchayesh’.”

“You’re breathing harder,” Victor notes, his low voice like the whisper of a devil in my ear. “Are you wet? Your core is probably getting slick and swollen, so it could stretch around a cock. So it could take getting split open like that. Just like her.”

“Have you ever ridden one before?” I shake my head in answer. “No. Never.” He grins, and there’s something sexy and almost flirtatious about it. “Don’t worry, angel. I’ll take good care of you.”

A flush creeps up my cheeks. “No. It… it was my first time. Not just my first time getting paid, but my first time ever. Or it would’ve been if you all hadn’t come in and…” Ransom’s face darkens, his brows pulling together. “Well then, I’m even more glad we killed that son of a bitch. Your first time shouldn’t be with a man like that.”

“Good,” he murmurs. “Because I have to admit, when I came home and saw you standing there between the two of them, I was jealous as hell.”

“I’ve been staring at your lips all night. I have to know if they taste as sweet as they look.”

I’ve never slept with a woman before. Never wanted to.

But I’ve been content to stick to my routines, never feeling like I’m missing out on anything. Until now. Willow makes me want something that no one else ever has before.

Her panties are still in my hand, and running on instinct, I wrap them around my cock. The material is warm from being in my pocket on the way home, and it feels so fucking good.

“Tell me to stop.” Malice’s voice is a low burn in my ear. “If you don’t tell me to stop, Solnyshka, I’m going to find out the answer to that question.”

“Yeah,” he muses. “I was right. If I wasn’t, you wouldn’t be so fucking soaked right now.”

“Look around you,” he whispers, leaning in even closer so that his lips almost touch my ear. “No one in this room knows that you’re about to come. No one but you and me. They don’t know how fucking slick you are, or how you’re grinding against my hand. They don’t know how fucking greedy you are.”

Holding my gaze, he licks his fingers clean one by one, his tongue practically caressing each digit. Then he drags two fingers over my cheek, a little of his saliva and my arousal smearing on my skin.

“Who?” I bite out from between gritted teeth. “I want a fucking name. Who hurt you?”

“It is my fucking business. Because you’re my business.”

“Someone hurts you? Someone touches you? That’s my fucking business.”

“Did he touch you here, Solnyshka?”

Before I can get my mouth to work, Ransom brushes his fingers over my bruised cheek, presses a kiss there, and then takes a step back. “Take care of yourself, alright, angel?”

He carefully ladles the broth, veggies, and chicken into a bowl and brings it to the table, setting it down in front of me. “Eat.”

“Fine. Ransom it is.” I can’t help the grin that tugs at the edges of my lips. I probably shouldn’t care one way or the other, but I like that she picked me.

I want to get off the bed and run… but if I did, I’m not sure whether I would run away or run directly toward them.

“I just want to know more about you,” he admits. “I want to know everything.”

She’s under my skin somehow, and I don’t want her there. I fucking hate it.

“She’s a distraction. We’ve got shit to do, things to be focusing on, and we can’t afford to let her throw us off more than she already has. So we have to agree that none of us are going to fuck her.”

“Anything under this roof is ours,” he growls out. “And you don’t get to fucking touch what’s mine.”

“You’re right. Maybe you’re not a knight,” I whisper finally. “But maybe… maybe I don’t need a white knight. Maybe I need something darker.”

His hands clench into fists, and I hear the knuckles crack, a testament to how hard he’s holding himself back. “Run,” he grits out, his voice sounding almost wrecked. “Now. Before I…”

“Come on, pretty girl. Let’s get some sleep.”

“That’s not how I roll, pretty girl. I’ve never taken a woman by force, and I never will.” His voice changes, turning low and teasing, the sound of it practically snaking up my spine and making me shiver as he adds, “I wouldn’t fuck you unless you wanted it. But I bet I could have you begging for me in minutes.”

“Please,” I gasp out. “Ransom, please.” He groans, working his fingers a little faster. “That’s not fair, angel. You say my name like that, and it makes me want to give you everything. Anything you want.”

“Are you going to come for me?” Ransom asks as his fingers find my swollen clit again. I nod wildly, too overcome for words. “Good.” His voice is a low burn. “Then open your eyes. Open your eyes and look at me when you come.”

When I finally go limp and flop against the bed, Ransom drags his fingers out of my pants. He licks them one by one, gazing down at me the whole time. “Mm,” he hums, a grin curving his lips. “I knew you would taste as sweet as you look. Tart like cherry pie, and silky like cream. Fucking delicious.”

“I mean this world takes people who are sweet and good, and it chews them up and spits them out. It takes all the kindness in their hearts and uses it up, giving them nothing but pain to show for it.”

I mutter under my breath in Russian, the words muffled by her blonde hair as I tell her that she’s too good for this. Too sweet to be trapped here with monsters.

“We keep her,” he declares. “We don’t give her up.”

“Morning, angel,” he murmurs, leaning in to sleepily nuzzle at the back of my neck.

“Nothing’s wrong, angel,” he replies, his voice soft and warm. “I was just thinking.” “About what?” “You, what else?” He chuckles. “What else can I think about when you’re here in my bed, under me like this?”

“You have no idea,” he whispers roughly as he pulls back a bit to look at me. His eyes burn, those ocean blue depths as dark as a stormy sea. “You have no damn idea what you do to me, pretty girl.”