Page 171 of The Villain We Tempt

Bless you,technology. I don’t know how men of previous generations expressed their affection and commitment to their ladies through the subtle and refined art of stalkingwithoutSmart-Tags, butrespect.

I glance at the notification on my phone with another grin before I lift my gaze. Through the bookshelf in one of the lesser-used wings of Ravencroft Library, I watch as Galina sets up her tripod and ring light and then attaches her phone. She’s already dressed in adelightfullycock-thickening outfit involving a tan leather mini-skirt and, I shit you not, a fur bikini top.

I think the book she’s about to review has to do with Vikings. Now, I have my reservations on the historical accuracy of the mini skirt and fur bikini, but my painfully hard erection does not give one singlefuckright now.

I watch as she slips on her blonde wig. Then her mask. She touches up her makeup in a compact, then takes a deep breath.

Velvet Villainess has live streamed a few times before. But never somewhere public like Ravencroft.

My grin widens.

I’ve come to realize that Galina gets off on the attention she gets online as Velvet Villainess. As in, this girl has asolidexhibitionist kink.

I don't even know if she’s put a name to the thrill she obviously gets performing in front of people or to the flutter of arousal Iknowshe’s feeling right now, heightened by the danger of being caught in the library.

But I do know that if I were to bend her over right now and slide my hand between her legs, I’d find her pretty pussydrippingwet.

…Which is exactly why I’m here right now, having stalked her across campus.

I have a problem. I mean, I’vehadone for quite some time now. But ever since I felt Galina absolutely shatter and come for me with my cock buried in herexquisitelytight ass two days ago, that problem has gone from “something nagging at the back of my mind” to “giant neon sign flashing in front of my face.”

Bluntly, my problem is that after two days, Ineedto be inside her again.

On the plus side, those two days ofnotbeing inside of her don’t have anything to do with either of us “not knowing how to act now” or “wondering how to face each other afterward.”

Not even a little. In fact, fucking Galina in the ass until she exploded appears to have unlocked her Demon Slut Mode.

Ten out of ten. No notes.

Bless.

For the last two days, not only have we been DMingconstantly, but those DMs have been filledwith spicy pics and her deepest, darkest, dirtiest desires.

And Idomean dirtiest.

How she wants me to tie her up and fuck her ass until she can’t walk.

How she wants meandone of her toys inside her at the same time. She was quite explicit that she meant one of herbiggertoys, too.

How she wants to have me come on her face and then walk across campus without cleaning if off.

I mean…marry me?

It truly feels like I might have fucked the safety locks off her, and Ilovethat she feels completely able to tell me everything.

I've returned the favor. Over the last couple of days, I’ve told her all the fucked-up things thatIwant to do with her, too.

Fucking her in the Social Psychology of Deception classroomdirectlybefore class starts, so that she sits there front and center for two hours with my cum leaking into her panties.

Repeatedly coming inside her and then plugging her up with a toy so she walks around with me sloshing around inside her all day, with me also occasionally “topping her up” throughout the day.

Filming her bouncing on my cock like a good girl, then projecting that video onto the side of a campus building at night while I fuck her again in the middle of the quad.

I wouldn’tactuallydo the projecting it on a building part, for the main reason that I consider herminenow, and fuckingnobodygets to see her like that except me. But I knew telling her would tap into that vicious little exhibitionist kink of hers and drive her wild.

It did. Right after I told her that, she DMed me a video of her fucking her pussy raw with three fingers.

This girl is amazing.