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.

“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.

“Tell me to stop,” I rasp. If one of us is going to bring us back from the brink of madness, it sure as fuck won’t be me.

“Yes, you can,” I tell her. “I saw you come three times last night. I want four.”

“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 falling head over heels for you, angel.”

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