Page 17 of The Villain We Tempt

I grit my teeth as Galina grinds and writhes and fuckingsoaksmy dick with her pussy as she explodes all over me.

Don’t come. Don’t come. Don’t fucking come.

Her head is thrown back, her red hair wrapped tight around my fist and her tight, pink nipple pulsing between my fingers.

I try to imagine scenes of blood and mayhem. Vehicular manslaughter. Horrifying freak carnival accidents leading to mass amputations.

To be clear, I’m not a deranged fuck who gets sexual gratification from that shit. That might be more Achilles’ thing.DefinitelyAdrik Volkov’s, the psycho.

No,I’mstuffing my head with images of death and violence because Ido notwant to come in my fucking pants like a goddamn chump. Sorta tough to play the part of the badass masked motherfucker with about a thousand DMs from women,and several men,beggingyou to fuck them into a coma if you do that.

Mercifully, it works.

I exhale slowly, feeling my dick retreat from the brink of filling my pants with the entire contents of my balls.

I watch in dazed but amused silence as Galina struggles to her feet and shuffles back across the room to her clothes on wobbly legs.

A wide grin spreads across my face beneath the mask.

Speaking of being fucked into a coma…

I watch smugly as she pulls her dress back on. But when she reaches for panties, I get an idea.

Which is why I command her to walk back over to me andhand themto me.

What? I’m a jock. Trophies arekindamy thing.

I did not, however, expectthisto be my thing.

And by “this”, I mean Galina Nikitin.

Not just because she’s a bubbly little sophomore andclearlya virgin, and I don’t do virgins. Not even because my family pretty much steers clear of the Bratva, with the exception of the Tsarenko family, and Galina’s father is the head of one of the biggest, toughest Bratva organizations in New York.

I didn’t expect this because I didn’t expectanyof what just happened to go down tonight. It's why I picked the room with the goddamn sign that said “no fucking admittance” to shoot some content tonight.

It’s been four days since I last posted a video. Aside from the social media algorithm being acruelmaster, my fans—all 849,000 and change of them, thank you very fucking much—getravenouswhen I go longer than three days without posting. Usually, I have my own space to shoot. But with me being second in the command chain of Para Bellum this year, I was busy here with the party. I figured I’d sneak out, shoot a quick video for the fans, and fuck back off to the fun.

The first two parts of the plan went off without a hitch. I don’t typically use knives as props, but my viewers apparentlylovedmy last video, in which I held a knife like it was my dick and wrote some crazy shit like “your hair x my fist”.

I mean,lovedit.

Forty-five percent more engagement than average, and about twice as manythirstycomments. You'd think I'd use knives inallmy videos now.

But no.

That was a rare occurrence, and I don’t plan on repeating it for a long time.

I’m not a fan of knives.

Not with my family history.

It takes the strength of amonkfor me to leave the library without turning back, bending Galina over the nearestliterally anything, and fucking her sweet pussy until my cum drips down her thighs.

But, again, I don’t do virgins. And Idefinitelydon’t do virgins who have the head of the Nikitin bratva for a father.

I like my cock and ballsattachedto my body, thank you very much.

Thankfully, the party on the second floor has thinned a little by the time I do manage to leave the library and Galina, and I’m able to slip into an alcove and yank off my mask. I run my fingers though my messy, slightly sweat-damp hair, shaking off the humid feeling that comes with wearing that damn mask too long.