Page 15 of The Villain We Tempt

I can’t let myself do that. There’sno fucking wayI can. But his fingers roll and pinch my nipple until my vision blurs. His cock pulses and throbs against my slick pussy until that sweet, delicious friction is the only thing my body needs.

Not food. Not water. Not even oxygen. Just the grinding pressure of my clit against that huge, bulging erection throbbing against my center.

No no no no no…

YESSSS.

My entire body jolts and spasms, and before I can even try to hold back, the explosion rips through me.

Oh God…

My spine arches violently against his muscled chest as his fingers twist and pull at my nipple. His huge cock jumps and twitches under my pussy as wetness floods my thighs.

“That's it, baby,” the modulated voice rasps into my ear. “Come all over my fat fucking dick like a good girl.”

Another spasm wrenches through me, ripping a broken cry from my lips before I suddenly go limp.

…right against him.

Fuck.

I need to flee the scene of the crime immediately and seek psychiatric help.

With every ounce of strength I can possibly muster, I stagger to my feet.

A weird numb feeling bleeds through me. Whatwasthat? Coercion? Full-on assault? I tryreallyhard to lock onto those words, because they make what just happened okay, in a fucked-up way. They absolvemeof any blame in the madness of what just happened.

But try as I might, I can’t get those words to stick.

Numb, I stagger away from him, my face pulsing with heat and my vision still blurry from the orgasm that just ripped through me. The room is silent, but I can feel his eyes on me as I stumble over to where I left my clothes from the party.

It doesn’t even faze me that I’m naked again in front of him as I slip off the schoolgirl skirt and put my dress back on.

“Stop.”

I tense up just as I’m bending over to step into my panties.

“Come here.”

I swallow as I stand, my back still to him as my chest heaves.

“Come here, Galina.”

A tremble ripples through me as I turn, my eyes on the floor between us. My pulse jangles erratically as I walk back over to him.

“Look at me.”

When I don’t, he stands, unfurling himself from his chair like a dragon uncoiling in its lair.

“I said look at me, little villain.”

I shiver as I slowly drag my gaze up his body—over the mortifying wet stain on his pants, thanks tome, up his tattooed abs and chest, until I’m looking into that haunting dark mask, looming way above me.

He extends his hand, palm up.

“I’ll take those.”

I blink. “Take…what?”