Page 182 of The Villain We Tempt

Heat tingles over my skin and pools between my thighs as I rake my teeth over my bottom lip.

He justdoesthis to me. Like, even just chatting to him makes my pulse skip a little faster and my nerve endings sing.

He just makes mewant him, always.

Velvet Villainess

Should I expect to see you in the ring for the next fight?

The Ghost Prince

I really don’t think that would be appropriate.

My brow furrows.

Velvet Villainess

Appropriate?

The Ghost Prince

It’s considered bad form to enter a boxing ring to fight with a full-on erection.

Another giggle bubbles from my throat.

Velvet Villainess

Got a thing for sweaty, shirtless men punching each other? How Fight Club.

The Ghost Prince

Why don’t you step into the woods, thirty feet past the west entrance to The Garrison, and I’ll show you EXACTLY what I have a thing for.

Fuck.

Pure need coats my thighs as my pulse skips.

Velvet Villainess

I want you.

The Ghost Prince

You have ten seconds to get your ass here before I come and fuck it right in front of everyone.

God, this man…

I quickly glance around and make a beeline for the west entrance, an old, half-crumbling stone archway that leads into the darkness of the surrounding woods.

I’ve barely made it ten steps before strong hands grab me, yank me into the shadows, and slam me against a tree.

I moan when his familiar scent washes over me, his hand wrapped around my throat.

“Are you wearing your plug, baby?”

I whimper and nod, my eyes adjusting to the darkness as I look up into his masked face.

Three days ago, Ghost gave me a present: a small, silver butt plug with a green gem set into the handle.