Beautiful Devils (Filthy Wicked Psychos, #2)

by Eva Ashwood

“There’s no reason for us to be in your life,” he repeats. “Except I can’t fucking stay away.”

“Beautiful,” I murmur. “Such beautiful chaos. Like a butterfly.”

“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.”