Page 84 of The Villain We Tempt

Of course, the second he mentions his dick, that’s all I can think about.

How big it is. How silky and yet hard it felt stretching my lips wide. Gliding over my tongue.

Fucking my mouth.

I think of the way he tasted and how he felt dripping onto my skin.

Suddenly, I’m feelingferal. Because goddammit, heisthe whole package. I mean, maybe he’s got a horribly disfigured face or three eyes or whatever. But all the bits of him Ihaveseen are pure fantasy material.

They’re also the reason I’m so turned on right now that I’m probably soaking my duvet.

Seriously, I could be. I’m still dressed in what I wore to his lair: my skirt, the lacy top with the hoodie over it, the fishnets. My boots are by the door.

Fuck.

My panties.

He's still got them.

My face feels extra warm and my eyes are a little glassy with need as I turn my attention back to my phone.

Velvet Villainess

So if it’s not about ego, why do you need their names?

The Ghost Prince

To kill them. Duh.

I swallow.

Velvet Villainess

So it IS about ego.

The Ghost Prince

Nope.

Velvet Villainess

???

The Ghost Prince

It's about you being mine, baby. And I don’t share what’s mine. Even with the past.

Jesus fuck.

Pure desire throbs in my core. My pussy pulses with need as I squirm on the bed, desperate for some touch or friction between my legs.

Fuck it.

I shove the skirt down my legs and kick it off, spreading my legs wide as my hands drop between them.

Shit…

I moan quietly, my breath catching as my fingers glide over my swollen clit and sink into my slick heat.