Twisted Game (Filthy Wicked Psychos, #1)

by Eva Ashwood

knight, but I don’t think you really understand what that means. I could break you so easily. I could destroy you.”

A threat of what it would be like if he claimed me.

“Run,” he grits out, his voice sounding almost wrecked. “Now. Before I…”

“Don’t hide from us,” Ransom murmurs, dropping his head to mouth at my neck. “You don’t ever get to hide from us. We see all of you, angel. We know you. You’re ours.”

I was dreaming about you fucking me while your brothers watched. That’s just… weird.

“It must have been some dream. Was it about me?” I lick my lips, unable to stop myself from nodding. “Ah. Now we’re getting somewhere,” he teases. “Was it just about me?”

“No. Not just you.”

“Hmm, I see. Malice was there, I’m guessing. There’s all that tension between you two, even though he tries to deny it.”

“Was Vic there too?”

I nod again.

“Fuck, pretty girl. You’re making it hard as hell to keep my hands to myself.”

“I wouldn’t fuck you unless you wanted it. But I bet I could have you begging for me in minutes.”

“I’m not gonna fuck you, angel. I’m just gonna help you out. Okay?” “Okay.”

“So sensitive,” he breathes. “I like that about you. I like that you feel everything so much.” “Please,” I gasp out. “Ransom, please.”

“That’s not fair, angel. You say my name like that, and it makes me want to give you everything. Anything you want.”

“So fucking beautiful,” Ransom breathes.

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.”

As another small aftershock quakes through my body, it hits me in a rush that I was wrong before. I’m not just falling down the rabbit hole. I’m all the way at the bottom of it, already so much deeper than I ever meant to go.

“Sometimes it’s better to be alone,” I tell her. “When you’re alone, no one can hurt you.”

She makes me want things I’ve never allowed myself to have, never even thought about having before. When I’m around her, I wonder what it would feel like to touch her hair, to feel the softness of it, like spun gold between my fingers. To touch her face, to kiss her. To have her lean into me with careless touches and easy affection the way she does with Ransom.

But then my eyes scan down more, and I stare in shock at the picture of Willow that sits beneath the text. It’s definitely her, no mistaking it…

And the instructions say that X wants us to deliver her to him.

“He wants to sell her. She’s product

Now I’ve seen too much of this damned girl. I’ve seen her smile and laugh, seen her defiant and scared. I’ve seen her vulnerable and hurting, clinging to me like a fucking lifeline. The thought of

handing her over to be broken and used by some scumbag lowlife who won’t give a shit about her other than what’s between her legs pisses me off.

“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.”

“We fucking killed him,” I say bluntly. “He deserved it. The only thing I regret about it is not doing it sooner. We made sure he couldn’t hurt anyone ever again.”

“And then, after all that, after she survived our dad and all his shit… Nikolai killed her. And there wasn’t a goddamned thing I could do to protect her, because I was locked up for murdering our father. All her sweetness didn’t fucking protect her when it mattered. When it came down to it, it was just a weakness that left her

vulnerable to the harshness of the world.”

What I said to the Donovan gang that night rings even more true right now. Everything under our roof is ours. And that includes Willow.

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

“We’re keeping her,” he says again. “We’ll just… figure it out. It’s like when we decided to take out Nikolai. We knew there was going to be a risk. We knew people might come after us for it, but we decided it was worth it in the end. I guess we’re deciding this is worth it too.”

“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 know… none of us expected you. It’s just been the three of us for so long. Just me and my brothers.” I nod. “I know.”

“We never expected this beautiful girl who crept into our lives,”

“That night when we killed Nikolai, I didn’t know what you would mean to us. But maybe I should have. There was so much fire in you. So much strength...

“You taste…” His teeth scrape my skin. “So…” He drags his tongue over my pulse point. “Fucking delicious.”

“You have no damn idea what you do to me, pretty girl.” “You do the same thing to me,” I breathe. “Fuck, yes.”

“Beautiful,” he whispers. “Fucking gorgeous.”

“The things I want to do to you,” he breathes as we both look down to watch the crown of his cock breach my entrance again. “You have no idea all the ways I’ve imagined fucking you. All the ways I want to make you come. All the ways I want to make you scream.”

I give a little whine of frustration when I feel the head of his cock slip out of me without ever once pressing all the way inside. It feels like the worst kind of emptiness, and Ransom chuckles deeply, leaning down to nip at my bottom lip. “You didn’t beg me quite enough,”

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

But now… Now, I think I might miss them. Miss this.

“Our dad left his mark in a lot of ways,” Ransom says, breaking the heavy silence. “Maybe that’s why we all got tattoos for our mom. To try to make sure she’d left her mark too.”

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

It has to be a sight. I’m topless, my breasts on display for all of them. Malice is kneeling between my spread legs, tattooing me, and Ransom has his hand shoved obscenely in my pants.

“Hey, angel. Remember that dream you had about us?” he murmurs.

“Yes.”

“Tell us what you dreamed about.”