Beautiful Devils (Filthy Wicked Psychos, #2)

by Eva Ashwood

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

“I know the risk of being caught turned you on. Do you like the idea that anyone could see us?” I whisper. “That they might all know how dirty you are? That they could look up and see you grinding against my hand right now like a greedy little whore?”

“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.”

“Because I already have enough blood on my hands, and if he touches you, I’ll fucking kill him.”

“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 gonna change the sheets on your bed,” he declares. “And then I’m gonna keep you there all night.”

“It’s okay to mourn for someone who doesn’t deserve it,”

Maybe death is peaceful, but life is messy and complicated, etched out in jagged lines and shades of gray.