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I don’t dwell on the details, like the implication that he’s been back in my room, or how he even knew I’dbehereat this late hour. All I can do is stare at the sex toy between us and then drag my gaze up to those emotionless, blank black holes where his eyes should be.

“Are you going to take it like a good girl, Galina?”

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GALINA

The world goes stilland my breath catches as I stare at the dildo he’s holding right in front of my face.

The thing is, I’ve never used itasa dildo, due to…well…its size.

It’s nothuge-huge. Nothing like the comically oversized horse dick toy I used in the centaur book review. But it’s still probably seven inches long, and thick, and in case it needs to be said again,I’ve never had anything that big inside me.

The Ghost Prince lowers his hand, and I shiver when the head of the toy starts to drag lightly down between my breasts over my uniform blouse.

Then lower. My stomach caves softly as the thick toy drags down and down…

A galloping nervousness mixes with a flickering flame of raw need when I remember what he just said to me.

Are you going to take it like a good girl?

The toy drags over the hem of my skirt and slides down between my thighs, rubbing electrically over my pussy through the pleated fabric and the lace of my panties.

Holy shit, he can’t seriously mean…

An achy, needy sound falls from my lips and my face caves when The Ghost Prince slips the toy under my skirt and drags the huge headrightagainst my slit.

A deep, masculine, modulated groan hums in his chest.

“Has this ever been inside that pretty pussy, baby?”

Another agonizingly broken sound tumbles from my mouth as he starts to drag the head of the toy up and down my seam, bumping it over my swollen clit and then sinking it between the tops of my thighs.

“I’m sorry, what?” he growls with a hint of dark amusement in his robotic tone.

“I—oh God…”

The gasp chokes in my throat, my eyes widening as he suddenly slips the fat head underneath the edge of my panties and glides it to my bare lips.

I’m so fucking wet.

Like, immediately. Maybe I’ve been turned on ever since he started to prowl toward me. Or earlier, when I couldfeelhis eyes on me before I turned around.

I’m pretty sure both of those make me more than slightly deranged. But the really fucked-up part is, I’m pretty sure my panties became soaked through the very second I tried to open the doors and realized they were zip-tied shut.

Beside tasting fear, it was another flavor that flooded my tongue when I looked down and saw that plastic tight around the door handles and felt the dark presence at my back.

Need.

Desire.

A primal want that defies all logic and genuinely frightens me.

Because the thing is, I don’t just play the “Villainess” role for the benefit of my followers.

I do it for me.

She’s the version of me who can shake off any and all societal pressures and norms. The version of me that doesn’t have to be the good girl.