Beautiful Devils (Filthy Wicked Psychos, #2)

by Eva Ashwood

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

“I am so sick of your non-answers and your lies. The way you avoid telling me anything, avoid letting me in, but then show up whenever you need my help. That’s not fair. It’s bullshit!”

“Why does it matter?” he snarls. “It’s none of your business anyway. You’re the one who said you don’t want to be involved in our shit anymore.”

“Don’t you dare,” I whisper harshly. “Don’t fucking act like you’re trying to protect me right now. This isn’t about me. It’s only about me when you need my help. Every other time, you’re just thinking about yourselves.”

“You know that’s not true,” Malice bites out, his nostrils flaring. “I told you there was a reason we didn’t want you involved in this shit before.”

The terrifying truth is, I’m getting attached to these men. They’re under my skin, just like Malice said, and I’m so terrified that I’ll fall for them completely, only to see them die. I’m terrified that they’re the wrong people to fall for.

“If you can’t handle that, fine. But we never lied to you about who we are. Unlike you, who’s been lying to yourself about who you are since the day I fucking met you.”

“Wait,” he says, a line forming between his brows. “Listen to this.”

“No, no. I just haven’t been on a date in… a long time, I guess. I think I’m going to be rusty at it.”

Fuck whoever this guy is for thinking he can take Willow out on a fucking date. She’s ours.

“I’m… I’m going on a date,” I tell him. “What are you doing here?” “The fuck you are,” he snaps.

“You don’t know anything. And you have no right to tell me what to do. I don’t belong to you or your brothers, so you can all just butt out!”

“You’re wrong about that,” he says evenly. “You’re ours.”

“I don’t want to be. I don’t want to belong to you if you lie to me and treat me like a pawn.”

“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.”

This is raw honesty.

“Don’t go out there, Solnyshka,” he rasps. “Please. Don’t go with him.”

“Why not?”

“Because I already have enough blood on my hands, and if he touches you, I’ll fucking kill him.”

All the possessiveness I saw in his eyes when he showed up here is mirrored in this kiss.

“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—”

“Gonna make sure you never forget,” he mutters,

“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?”

“Only

you. You’re the only one who gets me like this. So use my cock to make your...

“I need to be inside you,” he pants. “Right now. Or I might fucking die.”

But Malice looks at me like I’m everything he’s ever wanted, and it sends a thrill through me.

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

“What are you doing?”

“I, um… I’m on my period. It’s the last day of it. I forgot,”

“You think I’m scared of a little blood, Solnyshka?”

“You must not know me as well as I thought.”

“There’s nothing in the whole damned world that could keep me from wanting to fuck you right now,”

“Definitely not this.”

I suck in a breath when he tugs out my tampon and tosses it into the trash can in the corner. Something about watching him do it makes my desire ratchet up even higher, and I feel like every inch of my skin is extra sensitive, my entire body primed for whatever comes next.

“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.”

“I want everything,”

“That’s the second time I’ve bled during sex with you,” I murmur. “You like it,” Malice counters,

“You’re such a caveman,” I tease.

“You already knew that.” “Yeah. I did.”

“I think you just like making me dirty,” I murmur, glancing down at my blood streaked thighs again. “A-fucking-men I do.”

“I’m glad you survived,” I whisper.

“There aren’t a lot of people in the world who would say that,”

“But I’m glad you’re one of them, Solnyshka.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I let you take the lead the first time you sucked my dick, but I’m not good at being gentle.”