Page 14 of The Villain We Tempt

“Fuck.”

The guttural curse from behind me is unexpected.

…and weirdlyempowering.

When he groans again, and his hands return to my hips, I feel a throb of need pulse deep inside me.

A roar that won’t be muzzled.

A spark, catching fire.

My pulse courses faster, my skin growing warmer as his hands tighten on my hips. He rocks me back and forth, until this is less a lap dance and more me straight up humping his leg.

I try.

I tryso hardto stop the electric sensation that pulses between my legs. I try to ignore the slick wetness that I feel gradually coating my inner thighs, and the way I can feel it soaking into his pants when his grip tightens on my skin, or when he lets another deep, masculine groan tumble from the modulator.

“You’re doing so good, little villain,” he says against my neck. “Being such a fucking good girl for me.”

Jesus Christ.

Pure fire ignites inside me, blazing through my veins like napalm. One of his hands leaves my hip, and it’s only then that I realizehe’snot the one making my hips roll in slow circles and grind down hard on his rock-hard thigh.

I am.

I’mthe one in control even as I completelylosecontrol. I'm the one shamelessly humping his leg like a cat in heat. The one still trying to tell herself she’s not enjoying this. My back arches, my nipples tighten to aching points, and my pussy floods his pants with the slippery slickness of my lies.

My breath begins to come in short, halting gasps. My eyes hood with desire as the maelstrom swirls and roars inside me.

When his hand slides up my ribs and then cups my left breast, all I can do is whimper. When he takes my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinches it, all I can do is cry out as a fresh flood of wetness coats my thighs.

“Don’t think for a moment I can’t tell how fucking messy that greedy pussy is getting, grinding on my cock like a good girl.”

For a fraction of a second, my brows knit and my rhythm falters.

What?

His thigh pulses and twitches against my pussy through his pants.

Holy shit.

The thick muscle I’ve been shamelessly rubbing my pussy against is hisdick.

His dick, which is so thick and huge that Ithought it was his thigh.

After that, whatever resistance is left in my body shatters.

I’mhis.

I moan shamelessly as I rock my hips faster and harder, riding his throbbing erection through his pants as he twists and pinches my nipple. His other hand suddenly slides up my back, and when he wraps my long red hair in his fist and pulls hard, I cry out a needy, broken cry of pleasure.

Your hair x my fist.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, my FUCKING fuck.

I’m going to come.