Page 92 of The Villain We Tempt

…I just getreallyfucking fired up watching her reaction to my extremely prying, loaded questions.

Okay, fine.Technically, getting aroused by someone else’s discomfort is a textbook definition of sadism. But it’s not Galina’s discomfort that gets my dick all swollen and heavy as I sit across the small desk from her. It’s the fact that the way her body exhibits said discomfort isshockinglyclose to the way it responds when she’s turned on.

That’s something I’ve become a bit of an expert on.

That pink flush creeps up her chest, neck, and cheeks. Her nipples tighten to those defiant little peaks that beg for my fingers and teeth. Her thighs squeeze and rub together as she quite literally squirms in her seat.

Also, her teeth scrape over her bottom lip, which is apparently industrial strength visual fucking Viagra for me.

I didn’t really give much direction to the rest of the class about how they should be conducting these “team project interviews”, mostly because I only made it up to have an excuse to fuck with Galina.

Some of the other pairs around the room are taking turns asking each other questions about their pasts, their families, their interests and fears…that sort of shit. Me, I’m fully abusing my position as “professor” and declaring that this first classroom session will entirely bemeaskingherquestions.

“When did you lose your virginity?”

Extremely prying, inflammatory, and inappropriate questions, I might add.

But this girldidempty a can of fucking pepper spray directly into my eyes and nose the other day. My eyes are still watering randomly, much to the amusement of Ronan, Achilles, and Drago, and I’ve become intimately familiar with five different brands of nasal spray.

So I consider this warranted payback, and this five-foot-nothing, red-haired demon’s definitely getting off easily.

Galina’s face turns an interesting shade of pink and her pupils dilate slightly at my question.

“Excuse me?” she says, her throat working heavily.

“When did you lose your virginity?” I repeat, both louder and more pedantically, as if the reason for her “excuse me” was that she didn’t hear me the first time.

Her lips press together as she shoots me a dark look. “You can’t ask me questions like that.”

“That's the assignment?—”

“It’s personal,” she says tightly.

“Which is precisely why I’m asking it,” I smile back.

Galina shakes her head, looking anywhere but in my eyes. “Well, I’m not answering. And youreallycan’t ask it.”

“Why not?” Amusement honeys my words.

“Professors can’t ask students those types of?—”

Her mouth snaps shut as I start to grin widely.

“So,” I smile. “I guess we can put that bit to rest now about my status as your professor?”

Her eyes narrow venomously. “You’re proctoring this class. That doesn’t make you aprofessoror a licensed teacher of any kind.”

“Agree to disagree.”

God, do I love winding her up like this. Maybe I am a sadist. In my defense, though, the fury that creeps into her big blue eyes when she gets ticked off like this is fuckingbeautiful.

“So….” I clear my throat. “I believe the floor is yours?”

Her mouth thins. “When didyouloseyourvirginity?” she huffs.

“When I was sixteen, on the couch in the basement family room at my cousin Achilles’ Halloween party.”

Galina’s face sours. “Gross! I didn’t need to know that!”