Beautiful Devils (Filthy Wicked Psychos, #2)

by Eva Ashwood

“Fuck, angel,” he murmurs, grimacing. “What did he do to you?”

“Your bruises are almost gone,” he says. His voice is rough, and he sounds almost… relieved. Like he actually cared that I was hurt.

“You have to know that none of us think you’re worthless,” I say, cupping her jaw as I hold her gaze, hoping she can read the truth in my eyes. “We don’t and we never have. You were so beautiful that night with all of us. So wild and free. You should never feel bad for that. You should never feel dirty or less than because of what you like.”

“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.

“Last chance,” I warn her, my voice strained. “You tell me to stop, and this ends now. But I don’t think you will, Solnyshka. Because like it or not, I know you better than you think. And you fucking love this.”

“I could make you scream if I wanted to,” I promise her. “I could take you apart right here and make you come so hard you’d scream out for all these fucking rich people to hear.”

“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.

“What?” I ask. “Stay.”

My name falls from her lips again, breathy and quiet. “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.

“Fuck,” I groan. “You’re so wet. I missed this too, pretty girl.” I missed every-fucking-thing about her. And now I’m gonna show her just how much.

“I think about how fucking gorgeous you were that morning when you woke up and admitted you’d been having a dream about me and my brothers,” he says. “I think about the way you let me make you come, how you opened your eyes and looked at me just as you fell over the edge.”

“I would say you’re killing me, pretty girl, but I think I must’ve already died and gone to heaven.”

“Fuck,” I gasp out as his clothed cock rubs against my clit. “Yeah?” Ransom pants back. He rolls his hips, rocking against me, pressing in even harder to up the friction. “Is that what you want next? Want me to fuck you, pretty girl?”

He smirks at me, desire and amusement flashing in his eyes. “You keep looking at me like that, pretty girl, and you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

“Anything you want,” he promises when he lifts his head. “How the fuck could I ever deny you?”

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.

ME: You just made a joke. I hit send on the text message, grinning at my phone. VICTOR: No, that can’t be right. VICTOR: I don’t joke.

She put up three cameras in total, all pointed toward the bed, giving me different angles of the beautiful sight of her, spread out and touching herself. For me.

I groan, low and deep into the phone. “Beautiful,” I murmur. “Such beautiful chaos. Like a butterfly.”

“Wait,” I tell her. “Spread yourself open with your other hand. I want to see how wet you are.”

“I can’t,” she whimpers, and she sounds wrecked already. But I know she has more in her. “Yes, you can,” I tell her. “I saw you come three times last night. I want four.”

He stalks toward me slowly, making my heart beat harder with every step he takes. “You’re wrong about that,” he says evenly. “You’re ours.”

“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.”

“Don’t go out there, Solnyshka,” he rasps. “Please. Don’t go with him.” It takes me a few tries to find my voice, and when I do, it comes out in a whisper. “Why not?” “Because I already have enough blood on my hands, and if he touches you, I’ll fucking kill him.”

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

“Fuck, you taste so goddamned good. No one else can have you, do you understand me? No one else. You belong to us. With us. And if anyone thinks they can take you away—”

“You won’t be able to think about anyone else when I’m done with you. Gonna mark you. Gonna fucking claim you.”

“You feel what you do to me, Solnyshka?” he asks, fisting my hair with his free hand and holding me up with the other. “Only you. You’re the only one who gets me like this. So use my cock to make yourself come. It’s yours.”

When our lips finally break apart, he drags me away from the wall, breathing hard as he stares down at my face. “I need to be inside you,” he pants. “Right now. Or I might fucking die.”

“Gonna fuck you ’til you can’t walk,” Malice mutters. “Until the only word you remember is my name.”

“Look at that,” he murmurs. “Your pretty pink pussy is all wet and slick for me. You fucking missed this, I knew it. Tell me you want me.”

“You feel so fucking good, Solnyshka. So fucking tight. Look down. Watch yourself take me.”

“Listen to you. Such a good fucking girl. You can take anything I can dish out, can’t you? I don’t have to hold back.”

“You feel too good,” he grits out. “Should be a fucking crime.”

“Fell out of a tree when I was like eleven,” he says. “I didn’t want to worry our mom, so I didn’t say anything for a few days. It got infected by then, and she ended up having to take care of it.” There’s something warm in his eyes when he talks about her, and I smile softly, dipping my head to press a kiss to that scar.

“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.”

Warm fingers brush my hair back, and he pulls me into a deep, possessive kiss. He doesn’t have to say the word ‘mine’ for me to feel it in the way his arm tightens around me and the way his lips devour me.

“And what about you?” “Me?” He chuckles, flashing me his gorgeous grin. “I’m falling head over heels for you, angel.”

But Victor brushes them all off. One of them tries to reach for his shoulder, and he gives her a sharp look before stepping away. She pouts but leaves him alone, and Vic’s focus goes right back to me, as if I’m the only thing he has eyes for.

“You’ve got me so damn hard,” he murmurs over the music, his lips finding my ear. “I bet every man in this place wishes he was me or my brothers right now. But too bad for them, you’re already spoken for. You’re already fucking claimed, aren’t you?”

“Do you think we could get away with it? Do you think anyone would notice if we fucked you right now?”

He picks me up, carrying me off the dance floor with Malice and Victor following close behind.

“You like it dirty, Solnyshka,” Malice drawls from where he’s standing nearby, sounding darkly amused. “Don’t pretend you don’t. We know you, remember? We might be the only three people in the world who know the real you.”

“Fucking beautiful,” Ransom murmurs, sounding almost reverent. “I wish you could see yourself, angel. You look so good like this.” “She’s fucking insatiable.” Malice’s voice is a deep burn. “Already full of cum and panting for more, aren’t you?”

“Beautiful,” Ransom breathes, murmuring right in my ear. “I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this. There’s nothing better in the whole damn world.”

“Please, Vic. Give it to me.” His body jerks like he’s been hit from behind, and a ragged noise spills from his lips. His fist flies over his cock, and when he finally comes, I moan at the hot burst of it. He’s so close to me that he basically spills himself right into my pussy, and when he grunts out his pleasure, it sounds almost like the orgasm took a piece of his soul with it.

My eyes close after a while, and I curl up on my side, still cradling the phone to my ear. I’m not even aware of the exact moment that sleep creeps up on me, but it finally does.

Her hands start roaming, moving up my arms and over my shoulders, and I let my own hands move to her lower back, pulling her in closer so there’s almost no space left between us. That’s the way it should always be. Nothing between us at all.