Beautiful Devils (Filthy Wicked Psychos, #2)

by Eva Ashwood

“Why are you here?” I demand again, turning around to face him. “This thing between us is over, don’t you get it? Ilya is dead. There’s no reason for you to be here. There’s no fucking reason for you to be in my life anymore!” “You’re right.” Malice nods once, his gaze never leaving my face. “There’s no reason for me or my brothers to be in your life anymore. We shouldn’t be in your life.” The simple honesty in his voice twists like a dagger in my gut, even though I just said the same thing. I cross my arms over my chest, goosebumps scattering over my skin as I hug myself tightly, clenching my jaw as if that could keep out the pain. “Then go,” I tell him, jerking my chin toward the door. But he doesn’t move. He stays right where he is, rooted to the spot and still staring at me. “There’s no reason for us to be in your life,” he repeats. “Except I can’t fucking stay away.” My breath hitches, my mouth falling open slightly. “What are you—” “I’ve been watching you all week,” he continues, stepping toward me. “I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t stop myself.”