Beautiful Devils (Filthy Wicked Psychos, #2)

by Eva Ashwood

“I guess so. I’m even going to the opening of the new wing at the modern art museum soon. Look at me go.”

The Willow who lived with Misty and

spent all her time working and trying to escape this life would never have been able to do something like that.

“That’s what you should’ve had from the start. Nice cars. Art museums and stuff. Not this. I was a bad mom to you.”

“No, I was. I was shit. I just want what’s best for you, you know? You’re smart. Smarter than me, that’s for damned sure. If this lady—your grandmother—if she can help you, then you deserve that. I’m glad you found her.”

“But you were always there. You’re a good kid, and I love you for that.”

ME: Do you think it’s possible to love someone when you know they’re not good for you?

VICTOR: I don’t know. But that’s why I trust logic over feelings.

ME: I wish it was that easy for me. VICTOR: I wouldn’t say it’s easy, exactly. VICTOR: When I was younger, even in the times when my dad was the worst, some part of me still loved him. Even when he hurt me. Even when I should have hated him.

VICTOR: It made no sense. But emotions never really do.

There’s no way in hell that my grandmother would ever guess I’ve had sex with two of these men while the third one watched. And I’m sure as fuck not going to tell her.

I’ll fucking kill him. Possessiveness roars through me like a feral beast as I watch Willow talking to the fucker with the pompous face and annoying laugh. I could take him out right now. It would be so easy.

But my brother is right. We’re here to do a job, and it doesn’t include murdering upper crust assholes who get too close to what’s ours. Although I wish it did.

If I find the two of them together somewhere… He really will be a dead man.

Her posture changes, her shoulders stiffening up, and I’m certain she knows it’s me. She’s just as aware of me and my brothers as we are of her, despite her insistence that she wants to pretend shit is over between us.

“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.”

“Yeah, well, I’ve been looking into tattoo removal,” she mutters.

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

“You’re lying,” I hiss, letting my lips brush the shell of her ear. “And even if you did get that tattoo removed, you can’t erase the mark we made on you that easily. We’re under your skin… just like you’re under ours.”

“You want me to be your good little slut.”

“That’s exactly what I want,” I murmur roughly. “I’ve never seen anything as fucking gorgeous as you leaking Ransom’s and my cum. And then sitting up to lap at

Vic’s cock like you were starving for him. You have no idea.”

“Shut up,”

“Why?” I scrape my teeth over her ear, making her shiver in my hold. “I thought you said you want me to tell you the truth. And there’s no lie in anything I just said, Solnyshka.”

“We did what we had to do to keep you safe from X,”

“But that doesn’t mean we didn’t fucking enjoy it. And the fact that you enjoyed it too doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with you. There’s nothing wrong with liking to be fucked dirty. With liking it rough.”

I don’t think I’d stop even if they were. Not when I’ve finally got a chance to binge on the only drug I’ve ever been addicted to. Her.

“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.” “Malice,”

“I… I’m your slut,” she finally whispers, sounding desperate and so fucking beautiful. “I’m your slut, and I want to come for you.”

“Good girl,”

“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.

“Did you… did you see?” I manage to get out. “Did everybody see?”

“It’s fine, pretty girl. Nobody saw. No one from the gala was looking at you. Which really just makes them all fucking fools

for not wanting to watch you every second you’re here.” He shoots me that lopsided grin that used to make my heart turn over in my chest. “But I guess that’s...

“Are you sure?” I press. “No one saw?”

“Then how did you know?”

“Because I can read you. I know what you look like when you’re close to falling apart, even if you try to hide it.”

“Listen to me. There’s nothing wrong with you,” he says emphatically. “You don’t have to believe anything else my brothers or I say, but believe that. If you want to be in this life, to be a part of

this world, then they’d be fucking lucky to have you.”

“But you shouldn’t let anyone try to change you. You shouldn’t let anyone make you feel like you’re not already good enough. Because you are. You’re one of the strongest people I’ve ever met. And the sweetest. You’ve held onto your kindness, even when the world has no right to expect that from you. You’re already perfect.”

It’s been so long since he kissed me. I’ve missed the feeling of being consumed by him, as if I’m more precious than the air he breathes. The little voice in the back of my head warning me to not do this grows quieter and quieter, and when I lean in, Ransom meets me halfway. His mouth is warm and soft, the way it always was before

everything went to shit. He kisses me gently at first, like he’s easing me into it, or maybe relearning the way it feels to do this, since it’s been a few weeks now. But it doesn’t stay gentle for long.

I’m an imposter. I don’t belong here.

“However, it also wasn’t your fault. You don’t have to pay for the mistakes of others, Willow. You had no say in who adopted you, and I’m honestly quite impressed that you managed to keep yourself together so well, given your upbringing.”

As I pull away, I see the Voronin brothers pulling out too, and my heart tugs a little. I don’t know when I’ll see them again, since it’s not like I have a reason to after this.

That should be a relief. I shouldn’t want to be around them. But instead, it just makes me feel like there’s a hole in my heart.

“No one saw anything,” Malice counters. “Maybe not, but you might as well have bent her over and fucked her right there for how intense you were being.”

“Don’t think I didn’t consider it.”

“Put him on the bed,” I instruct, and Vic and Ransom go to help him lie down.

“Wait.” Malice resists, grimacing as he shakes his head. “I’ll get blood on your sheets.”