Beautiful Devils (Filthy Wicked Psychos, #2)

by Eva Ashwood

“You look so fucking good like this,” I tell her. “Still sweet, but with that edge of the dirty girl in you that makes you so irresistible.” “Then don’t resist,” she shoots back, her eyes gleaming. “I have no fucking plans to, pretty girl.”

“That was… holy shit. I just humped a bike!”

“I need you to make me come. Make me feel something besides this.”

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

He’s talking about my heart. My soul. They won’t let me fracture into pieces.

“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.”

Before I can try to make them understand, Victor speaks up. “Put her on her hands and knees,” he says quietly.

He knows. He knows what I need.

“Is that what you want?” he asks. “Yes.”

“Suck Ransom’s dick,” he tells me hoarsely. “While Malice fucks you from behind.”

“I want that,” I murmur. “Please.” “Fucking hell.”

“Good. Because I need you nice and soaked for me, Solnyshka. You’ve got me so fucking hard, I’m gonna batter this pussy until you beg for mercy.”

“Harder,” Vic commands after a moment, his voice strained.

“Fuck,” Ransom hisses. “Just like that. Take us both.” As if there’s any other choice. As if I could ever want anything else. “You’re so fucking tight,” Malice growls.

“She’s close. Keep going,” Victor rasps.

“Can you make an exception?” I whisper to Vic, raw need clear in my voice. “Please. I want to feel you. I want you so much.” Vic’s eyes flash, arousal and something like fear mingling in their depths.

“It’s okay to mourn for someone who doesn’t deserve it,” I tell her, settling at the table beside her. “To feel the hole they left in your life. Your mother was a constant, in a way. And now that constant is gone.”

I surge to my feet, standing up so suddenly that my chair nearly topples over as I pull her up with me.

My fingers dig into her skin, as if now that I’ve touched her, I’ll never be able to let her go.

It was so hot. Possibly the hottest kiss of my life.

There was so much pent up need in it, so many things leading up to that moment. I’ve been wanting to kiss Victor for so long, wanting to feel him touch me, to be connected to him like that. And it was amazing to finally get to feel it. But then… he shut down again.

“I saw that you weren’t in Ransom’s room,” he murmurs. “I got worried.”

I like that the brothers worry about me, and it hits me in a rush how cared for I feel when I’m with them.

“You didn’t mess up. Vic’s got a whole shitload of demons he’s dealing with, and that’s just how life is for him. But he cares about you, and nothing’s gonna change that. Same goes for all of us.”

Interwoven with the 2 and the 4 are three sets of initials: MV, RV, and VV.

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

“People like that aren’t worth your time,” he says finally. “You’re worth a hundred of her, and you would be even if you didn’t have a penny to your name. I hope you know that.”

He’s… the man from my dream.

“It’s you,” I whisper, the words coming before I can stop them. “You were there that night. I remember you.”

“I wondered if you saw me. Not that it matters. I won’t make the same mistakes that Russian did. I’m going to use you as leverage, and I won’t let you escape like you did that night.”

“The Russian wanted vengeance, and so do I. Unfortunately for him, I couldn’t let him kill you that night. I had to stop him, since you were needed for another purpose and those fucking brothers refused to let you go.”

“You stopped Ilya?”

“Here’s a little lesson on how the world works, girlie. The best way to get what you want from someone is to threaten a person they care about. And that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.”

“And once I’ve gotten what I want? Well, hell, I think I’ll just kill you anyway.”

This man is X. He has to be.

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

Willow’s kidnapper isn’t just some faceless asshole. I know this guy. It’s Darius fucking Ledger, and he’s dead.

I blink as it hits me in a rush that I just thought of them as ‘my men.’ Is that what they are? Mine?

The truth is, I want them to be.

“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.”

“Somehow I’m not surprised.” “You shouldn’t be,” he says. “We’re never going to let anything like this shit happen to you again. Ever.”

When he releases me, Victor steps forward, standing right in front of me.

Then, suddenly, he

reaches out and pulls me into his arms.

“Stay out here though,” Malice murmurs. He runs his fingers through my hair, and I nearly purr at how good that feels. “I’m not ready to let go of you yet, and Ransom’s bed isn’t fucking big enough for the four of us.”

So as tempting as it is to say yes to Olivia’s offer… I can’t. I want to build my own life. I want to make something that’s truly mine.

I want these men, and I want to see what happens if I stay with them.

“You really can’t make this easy for me, can you?”

“If they would have simply brought you to me when you were a virgin like I asked, things would have been easier. But alas, your friends seem to be just as willful as you are.”