Page 30 of The Villain We Tempt

Again, Houston, we have a fucking problem.

It’s not as simple as “my cock doesn’t work anymore”. Because it does. It’s just decided to stop working for anyone except a certain red-haired secret villain.

Andoh boy, does it work for her. Obnoxiously so.Worryinglyso.

Text a former hookup to come over and play? Or two of them at once?

Nope. The motherfucker hides.

The second they leave, and my mind wanders to Galina writhing on my lap, I’m hard as fucking diamonds.

I’ve had to wash those fucking pink panties of hersfive timessince Friday, because I keep coming in them. Imighthave a bit of a predicament on my hands.

Or rather,inmy hands.

I scowl at my phone as Achilles silently drives us through the woods surrounding Hawthorne Hollow back to campus. I scroll through a few more images of Galina as a blonde, dressed in various dick-hardening fetish outfits.

A thumbnail of her in a black bralette with lacy fringe over her tits, matching black cutoff denim shorts, and thigh-high stiletto boots catches my attention. I make sure my volume is off and then tap on it.

Son of a bitch.

My cock instantly comes to life. I shift in the passenger seat, trying to adjust my nowthrobbingerection as Velvet Villainess gyrates her hips on screen.

She never speaks in any of her videos, which makes sense. I mean,I’mwearing a full mask in my stuff which hides the voice scrambler. But Galina wears a Venetian masquerade thing which only covers the top half of her face.

That’s bad for trying to hide a voice scrambler. Butgreatfor anyone such as myself who finds themselvesheavilyfixated on her glossy, plump lips and vividly imagining those lips wrapped around their swollen cock.

I can’t hear the music track with the volume off. But I watch anyway as she gyrates her body sensually and then turns her back to the camera.

I bite back a groan at just how short those cutoffs are, the black fringe fluttering over her tight, round ass cheeks as they sway in front of my face.

The caption “when he wraps his hands around your throat and makes you take every inch like his good girl” flashes on the screen, followed by the cover of the dark romance book she’s reviewing in the caption.

Velvet Villainess then turns back to the camera, wraps a dainty hand around her slender throat, and sticks out her tongue as her eyes behind her mask roll back in ecstasy.

Precum drips into my boxers as my dick twitches hungrily.

It’s not like I’ve ever paid a ton of attention to Galina. She’s cute enough, in a way that would be sexy if she wasn’t always dressed like she just walked out of a garden party in the Hamptons or out of the pages of a J. Crew catalog.

Okay, I lied. She’s more than cute, and I’vemaybefantasized about herseveraltimes over the course of the last few weeks, since I started TA-ing Professor McGrath’s Social Psychology of Deception class.

But at the end of the day, Galina Nikitin is a bona fide “good girl”.

Not as in “you’re being such a good girl for me”. I mean like a trulyGOODgirl.

The type who plays by the rules. Who doesn’t do casual hookups or anything overtly sexual.

She’s preppy, dresses attractively but not in a hugely sexy way, and always leaves a party with her friends, never a random guy.

So to see this side of her is…intriguing.

My gaze watches her gyrating her hips on my phone again, her tongue dancing over her lips as she turns to slowly curl her fingers around her neck and roll her eyes back like she’s taking every inch of my dick like a good cum slut.

But which version of this girl is the mask, and which is the real her?

Time to find out.

Even though Ikeep my volume off, my phone is connected by Bluetooth to Achilles’ car. Which means unbeknownst to me, we drive the whole way back with my cousin seeing “Velvet Villainess: Villains Do It Better” streaming from “Lochlan Kildare’s iPhone” right there on the media screen of his fucking Range Rover.