Twisted Game (Filthy Wicked Psychos, #1)

by Eva Ashwood

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

“Then say it,” he counters. “Say the word, Solnyshka. Pussy.”

“And then I realized we weren’t alone. I looked up, and you two were there.” I glance between Malice and Victor. “You were just watching, not saying anything. Not touching me.” “Did you want us to?” Malice asks, his eyes glittering. My thighs clench, and all I can do is nod.

“Come here.”

“No,” he says in a low voice. “Crawl to me.”

I don’t understand why the filthier these men are, the more I like it.

“That dream of yours was pretty tame, all things considered,” he murmurs. “It was nothing compared to what it would be like if we shared you in real life.”

“I know.

I just… didn’t know what it would rea...

“Do you want to, Solnyshka?” His voice is a deep burn. “Do you wanna know what it would really be like?”

“Good girl.”

“Then you can start by sucking my dick.”

It’s safe to say the old Willow has no place here at all. So I don’t say no. I don’t back down.

I want this moment to supersede those memories. I want it to be the one that I’ll remember. Because I chose this. I asked for this. I crawled on my hands and knees for this.

“Use your tongue more,” Malice instructs after a moment.

“Good,” he praises. “Just like that. You’re doing so fucking good.”

“Fuck,” Malice curses again. “I should’ve known you’d have a good mouth on you. And you

learn quick. Take me deeper. Fit as much in as you can.”

“Jesus, she’s a fucking natural.” Ransom’s voice floats up from behind me. “You’re driving him crazy, angel. Hell, you’re driving me crazy.”

“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.”

“Keep my dick in your mouth when you come,” Malice commands, his hand threading through my hair again. “Don’t fucking stop.”

“Fuck. Shit,” Malice grunts.

“Look at you. We’re turning you into a little cock slut already,”

“Don’t worry, Solnyshka. You’ll get what you need.”

“They’ve been watching you this whole time, you know. Now you get to watch them. Tell Ransom what you see,” he murmurs. “Tell him what you’re staring at so hard.” “I…”

“I see his cock.”

“He has a piercing. Lots of them. He’s touching himself. Jerking off.” “I bet he’s thinking about having you touch him instead,” Malice rumbles. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Tell him,” the man beneath me commands. “Tell Ransom how much you want him.”

“I do,” I breathe. “I want you so bad. Every time you touch me, every time you kiss me, I just want more

“Holy hell, angel.” Ransom groans, fisting his cock a little harder, tightening his grip around the base like he’s trying to avoid coming too soon. “You’re killing me.”

“You want Ransom so much, Solnyshka

“Then beg him. Beg him to let you have his cock.” “Please.”

“Please, I want your cock, Ransom. Please give it to me.” “Umnitsa

“You did such a good job begging. So he’s going to fuck you.”

“You picked Ransom as the first one to fuck you in your dream,” he says, and there’s a bit of possessive jealousy in his voice. “So that’s how it’ll be in real life.”

“Besides,” he murmurs. “If I took you first, I’d break you. I don’t fuck gentle.”

“Are you on anything?” he asks.

“I’ve got an implant.”

“Good. Because I want

to fuck you raw. Nothing between us. I’m clean.”

“Fuck,” he curses. His fingers dig into the flesh of my hips as he pulls me down onto him over and over. “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 arou...

“How does it feel for you, Solnyshka?” Malice asks, drawing my attention back to him.

“Fuck!” I gasp, and three deep voices groan all around me. “Fuck, Ransom, please, I—” “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.”

“You know one difference between your dream and real life?” Ransom asks, reaching over to trail his fingers up the side of my thigh. “What?”

“In real life, Malice doesn’t just like to watch.” His palm comes to rest on my hip. “What do you think? Can you take more?”

The word, “yes,” is already falling from my lips.