Page 119 of The Villain We Tempt

He smiles weakly. “Kinda? She doesn’t do porn, man. It’s not like that, I swear.” He gives me an embarrassed look. “Let me just show you a picture.”

He tugs his phone out of his shorts pocket and taps the screen a few times.

“Check it out, man. Hot as fuck, right?”

A sensation I don't quite understand crawls over my skin, burns into my fucking eyeballs, and incinerates the smile from my face when Nacho shoves his phone into my face and shows me a screenshot ofGalina.

Well, Velvet Villainess. It still provokes the same violent, wildly unexpected reaction, though: pure, unadulterated. Fucking.Fury.

“Thisis the girl?” I snarl with venom in my voice.

I really wanna just…fuck the shit out of this chick, you know?

She’s so hot.

She might know who I am now. I keep buying stuff for her off her wish list.

Find her and grab her and just fuckingfuck her.

I can get angry sometimes. But the pure violence surging through my veins right now is like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

Part of me wants to rip Nacho’s fucking head off right here on the side of the road for saying all that vile shit. How he wants to fuck her. How hot she is.

Christ, he’s fantasized aboutrapingher.

…I fuckingshouldrip his head off.

Another part of me sees fuckingredat the idea that Galina has a goddamn wishlist online and guys like Nacho—oranyone—are buying shit from it for her.

“Uh…Lochlan?—”

“Is. That. Her?” I seethe.

“Uh, yeah, man,” he frowns, looking uncomfortable. “She goes by?—”

“Yeah, I know who she is,” I hiss through clenched teeth.

He peers at me. “Wait, like you know who shereally?—”

“Stay the fuck away from her,” I growl.

“Word is she’s a Knightsblood student,” he barrels on, completely oblivious to how close to being decapitated he is right now. And even if I’m not really hearing him anymore as the violence and the rage roars through my skull, every word he says brings me another tick of the second hand closer to detonation.

“…justsofucking hot. I mean, imagine finding out she’s in your class or some shit? I mean goddamn, thatass?—”

“Stop talking.”

“…and some of her videos…fuck, bro, they get me so?—”

Nacho chokes on his words when I grab the front of his shirt at the neck and yank him into my face.

“Stay. The fuck. Away. From. Her.”

The forest around us goes silent. I feel Nacho gulp against my fist as he quickly nods his head.

“Oh…yeah, no problem, bro,” he blurts, looking both confused and like he might piss himself. “Sorry if I was out of line.”

Fuck.