Beautiful Devils (Filthy Wicked Psychos, #2)

by Eva Ashwood

“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.”

“Fuck,” Malice grunts, and he sounds as wrecked as I feel right now. “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—”