Beautiful Devils (Filthy Wicked Psychos, #2)

by Eva Ashwood

For all the readers who are just waiting for a morally gray anti-hero to put them on their knees and murmur… “That’s my good girl.”

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

VICTOR: You’re beautiful.

“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.”

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

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

Ya ne mogu nalyubovat'sya toboy.”