Beautiful Devils (Filthy Wicked Psychos, #2)

by Eva Ashwood

“We’ll take care of you,” he promises. “We’ve got you, angel. We won’t let you fall.”

“You feel that?” he whispers as Victor withdraws his hand, his gaze still locked on me. “You feel the way we’ve all got you? You’re fucking safe with us, pretty girl. We’ll take care of you, I promise.”

My hips jerk, my cock swelling and pulsing as I come in my pants, wetness soaking the front of my boxer briefs.

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

One man. Ten men. Doesn’t fucking matter. I’ll kill them all if I have to, to get her back.

right now, I just need to hold my Solnyshka. My sunshine.

“Thank you,” I whisper. “For coming for me.” “We always fucking will.”

“I was so fucking worried about you, angel,” he murmurs, shaking his head. “If you thought we were stalking you before, we’re gonna be fucking unbearable now.”

My bed isn’t really big enough for the four of us, but it is bigger than Ransom’s, so we make it work, the three of them piling in around me after making me come three times—Ransom and Malice spooning me between them and Victor’s fingers lightly tangled in my hair. I fall asleep much more easily than I expected to, curled up in the warmth of their bodies.