Twisted Game (Filthy Wicked Psychos, #1)

by Eva Ashwood

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

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

“I—I wanted it,”

“I wanted it. I wanted to be her.”

“I’ll fuck you better than her,” he promises. “I’ll make you feel so good you’ll get addicted to my cock. I’ll give you every fucking thing you want.”

“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.” I nod,

“Why don’t you give him a little taste of your mouth?” Ransom murmurs as Victor nears us. “Show him what he’s missing.”

“Look at yourself, Solnyshka

“You did good, pretty girl,” he whispers against my lips. “So fucking good.”

“It was the first time I’ve ever done anything like that.”

“Honestly, pretty girl? I would never have guessed that if I hadn’t already known. You’re a natural, and you’re fucking stunning when you let yourself go.”

“You know, when you first came to stay with us, we all agreed we weren’t going to fuck you,”

“Why?”

“We didn’t want to complicate things. We were supposed to be focusing on finding out who was asking questions about Nikolai’s death and keeping you out of that person’s hands. If we’d fucked you, you would have gotten under our skin.” “I would have been a distraction,”

“So… why did you and Malice fuck me last night, then? What changed?”

“I guess we just realized it was too late for all that. You’re already under our skin. There’s no hiding it anymore. No denying it.”

“I’m glad you broke your rule,” I whisper. Ransom chuckles warmly. “Me too.”

“So… do you just whip your dick out anytime you’re negotiating with an enemy? So they can see your tattoo and realize how badass you are?”

“Huh. That’s an interesting intimidation tactic.”

putting half her orange onto the plate Malice got out. He looks down at it and then back up at her, lifting an eyebrow. “It’s a peace offering,”

“I don’t want your fucking orange.”

Malice tugs her closer to him. His large hand frames her jaw as he angles her head and presses his lips to hers in a hard kiss. She whimpers, her

body arching against his as he devours her mouth for a long moment. When they break apart, she wobbles a little, looking like she might collapse.

“That’s a peace offering,” Mal tells her, his voice droppi...

It needed to be all of us

It’s odd, caring so much what happens to them.

But now I’m worried sick about them.

“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.”

“Please,” I gasp out, dragging a hand down the front of his shirt. “Please, Ransom.” “What do you want, pretty girl?” he murmurs. “Tell me what you need.” “You,” I pant. “Please. Touch me. I want your hands on me.”

“You look so good like this,” he continues. “Letting yourself go. Taking what you want. You’re a damn siren, you know that?”

“Come for me, pretty girl,” he murmurs, his voice muffled. “Come on my face.”

“God, I fucking love the sounds you make.”

“I’m so—” I manage to get out. “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.”

They recorded it. They made a fucking sex tape. My stomach is in knots, and I chew on my lip, staring blankly at

the screen as the video footage starts to play all over again, as if it’s set on a loop. I glance over my shoulder to make sure Victor is still asleep, and he hasn’t moved from the first time I looked at him.

She’s a whore, just like her mother, the message reads. She’s filthy trash who’s perfectly happy to spread her legs for anyone, as you can see. She’s already been well used, and on top of that, she’s damaged. I can assure you, she’s worthless

Everything I wanted—the stability, the better life, the college education and real job—all the things I gave up when I came to live with these men? I gave them up for nothing. So they could have fun with me before humiliating me and casting me out. Just a part of whatever sick game this is.

I have to get out of here. I won’t be a pawn in their games.

Something about talking about Willow that way doesn’t sit right with me, even though I know it’s not true. None of it is true.

“Wake Malice,” he says in a tight voice. “Something is wrong.” “What?” I ask. “What happened?” He meets my gaze, worry gleaming in his eyes. “Willow is gone.”