Page 58 of The Villain We Tempt

She glares up into my face.

It’s genuinely a tossup which look I like better: this one, or the one she had when she looked up at me with her lips around my cock.

Slowly, I start to grin. “You called me professor.”

Her brows furrow. “What?”

“You said ‘But last I checked, Kirill isn’t my substitute Social Psychology of Deceptionprofessor’.”

My grin widens. Galina gives me a withering look.

“May Igo,Professor Kildare,” she says with a smile that looks like she’s sucking lemons.

I end up letting her, but only because my plans for the rest of the afternoon before football practice involve watching her via the cameras in her room.

Pushing her buttons was fun. But I make a note not to nudge her into “pissed the fuck off” territory the next time I see her. Flustered Galina is hot. So is royally pissed Galina. But I want to tease her, not make her hate me.

I also realized something else the other day. Whether she realizes it or not, Galina’s list of kinks includes giving up control.

Probably exhibitionism, too, but that’s another story.

But while her fantasy involves giving up control, in the real world, she very much wants to have it. She wants to know her options before she makes any decisions.

I grin to myself, having finally figured out my next move.

I’ll give her the illusion that she has a choice. But when it comes to my claim on her… There’s really no choice to be made.

Not anymore.

I exhale as I gather up my shit and walk out of the empty classroom.

It might be time to tell her that there actuallyis noleverage.

No video of her changing from Galina to Velvet Villainess, because I was too busy watching her and staying still so she wouldn’t see me to film it.

I don’t want her to capitulate to me because of blackmail. That’s not me being noble, I just think coercing her is beneath me.

Besides, I don’t just want a compliant performance.

I wanther.

All of her.

All for me.

9

GALINA

One of thethings I love aboutfictionalmen is that even when they’re dicks or grumps or whatever, youknowthere’s some sort of grovel on the horizon where they’ll tell the leading lady how amazing she is, how they want to worship her because they’re obsessed with her, and how they were an enormous idiot for being a butthead before.

Unlike in the real world, where you get assholes like Lochlan Kildare.

Unapologetic, unrepentant, smug little shits who walk around like everyone should be bowing down to them.

There’s no grovel onthathorizon. No lightning strike moment when they realize you’re a fucking queen and they’ve been waiting their whole lives to worship and adore you.

No no no.