Twisted Game (Filthy Wicked Psychos, #1)

by Eva Ashwood

“Goddamn, you’re so tight. The way you’re squeezing me, trying to pull me inside… I bet you could choke the life out of my dick,” he groans.

“You’re my favorite kind of distraction, you know that?”

The whiskey made it out with us, and we keep passing it around, drinking right from the bottle. Even Victor has a couple of sips, although he does make a face and wipe off the mouth of the bottle every time it comes to him.

“I want to mark you,” he says, his voice low. “I want to put a tattoo on you.”

“We want the details, angel. Every single one of them. Where was I touching you?”

I get up off the couch and take a step toward him, but Malice shakes his head, his storm cloud eyes glittering. “No,” he says in a low voice. “Crawl to me.”

He lets go of my hair, and I fall back a little, sitting back on my heels as I look up at him. He undoes his pants, shoving them down enough to get them out of the way as he utters a single command. “Then you can start by sucking my dick.”

“Take your pants off,” he growls out. “Let Ransom and Vic see your pretty pink pussy. Let them see how fucking wet you are.”

“I said, touch yourself,” he rumbles. “Make yourself come while your mouth is wrapped around my dick. While my brothers watch. While you’re on your fucking knees for me, sucking on my cock like it’s the best fucking thing you’ve ever tasted.”

“Umnitsa.” Malice says something in Russian, and although I don’t know what it means, the way he says it makes my toes curl. “You did such a good job begging. So he’s going to fuck you.”

“Look at me.” I do, finding his eyes and peering into those ocean blue depths. His lips quirk up in a smile, and he pulls me down into a warm kiss.

“Fuck, I knew it was going to be like this. You’re so fucking tight. You take me so well, angel.” “What does she feel like?” Victor asks. “Incredible.” Ransom groans, sounding breathless. “So fucking good. Hot and slick and so wet she’s dripping all over me. She’s squeezing around me like she doesn’t want to let go.”

Malice laughs when I don’t answer for a long moment. “You fucked the words out of her head,” he notes. “I knew she was a perfect little slut, deep down. All that good girl shit was just a ruse.”

“Come on, angel,” Ransom pants. “Come on. I want to see how fucking gorgeous you’re going to be coming on my cock. Let me see it. Let all of us see it.”

“Don’t hide from me,” he says. “I want to see you. All of you.”

“Say it,” Malice demands. “Tell me the truth, Solnyshka. Did you want to be the one I fucked? Did you soak your panties watching her take my cock?”

“Look at you,” he growls hoarsely. He stares down at me, his pupils huge and dark in his gray eyes. “Look at you fucking taking it. So perfect. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? This is what you needed.”

“Vic doesn’t fuck,” Ransom continues. “He’s never been with a woman. But you can watch him. Do you want to watch him like he watched you?”

“It’s weird,” I continue quietly. “To miss people I never knew. But sometimes I get this pang in my chest.”

“Sometimes I feel this… sadness. This kind of longing. And I know it means I miss them, even though I don’t really know who they were.”

“Oranges are alright, but you’re my favorite flavor.”

“Nothing and no one has ever been like you, angel,” he says. “We’ve shared before, but no one else has ever gotten to us the way you do.”

“You look so damn good like this. Like a feast,” he says, flashing a grin up at me.

“I’ve got you. Fuck, I’m close too. Can you wait for me, baby? I want to feel you clench around me when I come.”