Beautiful Devils (Filthy Wicked Psychos, #2)

by Eva Ashwood

“You aren’t asking, so you don’t need to worry about that. This will hardly break the bank for me. Remember what I said? Consider this twenty-two years of missed birthday and Christmas presents. I just want to make up for lost time.”

im crying real tears, i wish someone loved me that much

“Ya yeshche nikogo tak ne khotel, kak tebya,”

“I have never wanted anyone as much as you,”

“Don’t go out there, Solnyshka,” he rasps. “Please. Don’t go with him.” It takes me a few tries to find my voice, and when I do, it comes out in a whisper. “Why not?” “Because I already have enough blood on my hands, and if he touches you, I’ll fucking kill him.”

bloodsport by sleeptoken

“Ya zhe govoril, chto ne otpushchu tebya,” he murmurs in Russian. “Ya ne mogu. Nikogda ne smogu.”

“I told you I won’t let you go,” "I can't. I never can."

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

He’s handsome in a classic model way, lean and tall with dark brown hair that looks soft to the touch. He flashes a grin to the bartender and pushes his glasses up before glancing over at us.

ASSHHHYYYYYYY

“He asked you a question,” Vic says, speaking for the first time since we came in here.

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

“You should get some rest,” he says. “You had a long day.” “Yeah,” I mumble. “I’m definitely feeling it now.” “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.”