Beautiful Devils (Filthy Wicked Psychos, #2)

by Eva Ashwood

“There’s no reason for us to be in your life,” he repeats. “Except I can’t fucking stay away.”

Knowing that someone is bad for you, that they’ve hurt you and they could do it again, should be enough to make you stay away. But it’s never that easy.

“Everything about you is my business. It became my business when you begged for my cock. When you let me put my mark on you.”

I don’t just want to mark her body. I want to leave a brand on her soul.

I’ve finally got a chance to binge on the only drug I’ve ever been addicted to. Her.

“Ya yeshche nikogo tak ne khotel, kak tebya,” I tell her, letting it slip off my tongue in Russian. I know she doesn’t understand the words, and maybe that’s for the best. I’m not sure I’m ready for her to know just how deep my feelings for her run.

“I’ve never wanted anyone as much as you”

“But you shouldn’t let anyone try to change you. You shouldn’t let anyone make you feel like you’re not already good enough. Because you are.

You’ve held onto your kindness, even when the world has no right to expect that from you. You’re already perfect.”

Before I’m all the way asleep, my phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out to see a text, blinking at it blearily. It’s from Vic, and it’s just two words. VICTOR: You’re beautiful.

This easy lightness that they have that I feel like I’ll never have with her. Willow isn’t as on edge around him. She leans toward him, lets him in. She seems to trust him. To like him. I clench my jaw, shoving those feelings down before they can twist my heart even more.

“You’re not a pawn,” he tells me, his voice lowered. “You never have been. You’re a fucking queen. You’re the only person in this whole goddamned world who could bring me to my knees. The only person who’s ever crawled inside my soul.”

“Ya zhe govoril, chto ne otpushchu tebya,” he murmurs in Russian. “Ya ne mogu. Nikogda ne smogu.”

I told you I can’t let you go. I can’t. I never will.

“Only you. You’re the only one who gets me like this. So use my cock to make yourself come. It’s yours.”

“I’m glad you survived,” I whisper. He smiles, and his eyes soften a little. It’s one of the few times I’ve ever seen him smile like this, warm and almost tender. For Malice, anyway. “There aren’t a lot of people in the world who would say that,” he admits. “But I’m glad you’re one of them, Solnyshka.”

“I’m not scared, Malice,” I whisper. “I’m not afraid of you.” He lets out a harsh breath, his jaw tight. “Maybe you should be. I break everything I touch, Solnyshka. Why do you think you’ll be any different?”

“You were made for this,” Malice says. “I wish you could see yourself. I should fuck you in front of a mirror so you can see how dirty and beautiful you look. Full of my cock, taking it like it’s easy. Or like it’s hard, but you want it anyway. Ya ne mogu nalyubovat'sya toboy.”

I’m pretty sure most people my age are using dating apps or meeting at bars, not winding up in entanglements with men they witnessed murder someone.

She doesn’t think I’m damaged beyond repair.

My fingers dig into her skin, as if now that I’ve touched her, I’ll never be able to let her go.

“I never wanted a woman to be mine before,” he murmurs gruffly. “Never wanted a woman to be ours. Until I met you.”

“If they would have simply brought you to me when you were a virgin like I asked,

OHMYGOD OLIVIA IS X 🤣🤣🤣

“I know it’s hard, but try to be smarter than that.”

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