Page 104 of The Villain We Tempt

Doesn’t have to play nice or be afraid of the desires that claw at her insides.

When I first started this whole thing, I told myself that Velvet Villainess was my alter ego. A mask and a costume I put on to shake off the constraints of therealme. Galina Nikitin couldn’t go on camera to hundreds of thousands of followers in sexy outfits waving around sex toys and gushing about absurdly hot dark romance books.

But Velvet Villainess could.

In class the other day, Lochlan was talking about the Persona and the Shadow. And I’ve been realizing over the last few weeks that I think I’ve had it backward.

Velvet Villainess isn’t the mask.

She’s the Shadow.

She’s the hidden and repressed parts of me. And it’sGalinawho is actually the Persona. The facade that my world interacts with.

An inhuman, desperate sound wrenches from my throat when The Ghost Prince notches the fat head of the toyrightat my opening. My eyes go wide as my mouth falls open, my gaze snapping back to the black eyeholes of his mask.

“I asked you a question, little villain,” he murmurs.

I swallow and quickly shake my head.

“No,” I choke breathlessly. “No, I’ve never—fuuuuck!”

My chest hitches and my brow crumples when he slowly starts to push the toy into me. My thighs quiver, my knees shaking as a stretching sensation throbs between my legs.

“You’re so fuckingtight, baby,” he murmurs in that hauntingly robotic tone, every filthy thigh-clenching MaskTok fantasy come to life.

His masculine scent fills my nose as he pins me harder to the door at my back and dips his mask to my ear.

“I’m going to have to stretch this tight little cum hole if my cock is ever going to fit inside.”

Oh Jesus…

I cry out as he twists the head inside me, creating delicious friction against my inner walls that has my eyes rolling back in my head.

“And youwillbe taking every inch of my thick cock in this tight fucking hole, little villain.”

My mind flashes back to him stretching my jaw open and thrusting over my tongue.

Fucking hell.

He’s even bigger than this toy. Alotbigger.

I exhale softly in relief when I feel him slip out the inch of the toy he’s had buried in me. Then suddenly I’m gasping as he wraps his arm behind me and under my ass and effortlessly lifts me off my feet. I squeal, choking another gasp as I cling to him instinctively. My knees clamp around either side of his hips, my arms wrapping around his bare neck before I realize it.

He turns and strides over to Professor Edwards’ desk. My body jerks, my knees squeezing his hips even harder when the sound of him clearing the desk with one hand shatters the silence of the room.

He sets me down on the edge of the desk, my knees still spread to either side of him as he stands between them. His hand slides between us, and I whimper when his fingers glide over the soaking wet lace of my panties.

An angry growl rumbles in his throat.

“What thefuckdid I say, little villain?” he rasps.

My brow furrows. “I?—”

He quickly slips his fingers under the edge of my panties, his knuckles brushing my throbbing pussy before he grabs the lace in a fist and leans close.

“Youdon’t fucking wear thesearound me anymore.”

His arm jerks back, and I cry out as he half-rips, half-drags my panties down my thighs. He drops to his knees, yanking thempast my calves and letting the scrap of lace dangle from one shoe.