Page 55 of The Villain We Tempt

Honestly, it was just a matter of time before he crashed into a family or ran over some poor kid on a bike. So if anything, I just saved someone, andhim, by making sure his brakes failed last night.

You’re welcome, world.

I answer a few more dumb questions before my attention is rudely yanked to the way that shitweasel Trevor keeps trying to engage Galina in conversation. The way he’s planted himself right next to her. The way his eyes keep dipping to the hem of her uniform skirt riding up her thighs.

My jaw clenches before I shift my attention to the class at large and clap my hands together.

“We’re going to make some changes in class. Starting with new seating arrangements. These are set, moving forward.”

Most of them I shuffle around just because. Trevor, I move as far away from Galina as possible so I don’t end up choking him to the death by the end of class.

I switch Bella to the front of the room, because she’s been sitting in the back giving me the finger since I walked in, so this is me just being a dick.

She can tell.

Galina, I place front and center, like a good girl.

Mygood girl.

Sheismine. I’ve made that decision. Well, my dick has, since he's stopped working for literally anyonebuther.

I even tried to force his, uh,handthe other night. I brought out the big guns and invited two former hookups over, both of whom are bi, to do exactly what you'd think a horny college guy and two horny bisexual college girls would consensually do as a group.

…Until my cock had other plans that involved packing up his balls and hiding like a little bitch.

Chelsea and Jen ended up having, from the sounds of it, averyenjoyable evening. But it was exclusively with each other.

The minute they left, though?

I started watching Velvet Villainess videos andguess fucking whodecided to come out rock-hard and ready to party.

What a dick.

So, yeah. It would appear my libido and my penis have developed a specific taste for red hair, blue eyes, and a sassy little smile. And nothing else will do.

I get about fourteen seconds into the lesson, though, before I realize what a colossally stupid move it was to put Galina front and center. I can’t go five seconds without looking at her, gettingpainfully hard behind the lectern, and daydreaming about emptying my balls down her throat the other night.

Also, not gonna lie: knowing that she’s sitting five feet away from the man who put her on her knees and fucked her mouth and thatshe doesn’t realize it was meis…hot.

Waytoo hot. Every time that realization slips into my head, I have to bite back an audible groan as my cock leaks a little more precum into my pants.

Yeah, front and center was a real stupid idea. But I can’t change it now.

Guess I’ll just have to suffer.

Now, the first rule of stalking someone—and to be clear, I’m one hundred percent making this up as I go along because I’ve never felt even the remotest need to stalk anyone before—isdonot let them know you’re stalking them.

I mean, that seems like at least a top three in the stalking rules.

It would make sensenotto call attention to yourself, and to engineer as little interaction between you, the stalker, and them, the stalkee, as possible.

“Galina. A moment, please. I need to speak to you.”

Well, or I could do the exact opposite of that.

Galina pales a little, her brows knitting as everyone else files out of the room after the class is over. Bella lingers near her, turning to give me a withering look that I’m pretty sure is just her way of saying “love you, Cousin Dickhead”.

Love you too, cuz. But you need to fuck off.