Page 97 of The Villain We Tempt

On screen, she whirls to the camera with a shocked expression and a hand coquettishly held to her mouth in a dramatic “uh oh” pose. The words “POV: the toxic, red flag parade MMC stalks you through the darkness and makes you take it like a good girl” flash across the bottom of the video.

Then Galina freezes. Her brow furrows and she taps her finger against her jaw thoughtfully before her lips pull into a sly, hungry grin. The words “POV: the toxic, red flag parade MMC stalks you through the darkness” fade away until all that’s left is “…and makes you take it like a good girl”.

Velvet Villainess slowly slips her finger between her lips and bites the tip of it suggestively. Her other hand reaches off camera and then slides back into view…holding a very big, thick, veined, slightly translucent pinkdildo.

She turns her head to stare at the enormous fake cock with a look of shock and apprehension before she drags her gaze back to the camera and starts to nod, dragging her teeth over her bottom lip and winking before blowing a kiss.

The video ends.

I watch it once or twice or…okay, fourteen more times, my cock getting thicker and harder with each viewing. The comments are, predictably, mostly her fanbase of women calling her a queen and telling her she dropped her crown, gushing about how much they love her and her content.

She’sverygood at making sure her followers are her target audience and regularly cleans up and blocks the creeps that follow her. Still, there are a couple of losers who have snuck into the comments and left messages about her body and what they want to do to it that make me see fucking red. I jot down their usernames and make a note to run searches on them later.

Then I watch the video again.

Fine. Ten more times.

Slowly, my grin grows hungrier. But it falters when I find myself facing a unique conundrum.

Galina is furious at me, Lochlan. She'd probably cheerfully push me down a flight of stairs right now. But the emotional fallout of that fury has apparently driven her directly into the arms of my alter ego.

I’ve made her so mad that she’s run toThe Ghost Princefor comfort, without knowing it’s me.

I should find this hilarious. I mean, Ido. I also find it inexplicably and somewhat infuriatingly hot.

But somewhere underneath both of those is something that feels annoyingly close to jealousy, which makes less than zero sense. Like, she's literally flirting withme.

And yet…I built a whole second identity from scratch and somehow it's more charming than I am. That's a deeply humbling thought to sit alone with in a hot tub at midnight.

I might be way too sober for this sort of introspection.

I might also be torn about what to do next with thisvery obviousand clear invitation from Galina.

My dick throbs under the bubbling surface of the hot tub.

…Yeah, notthattorn.

15

GALINA

“I think he’s a Knightsblood student.”

Wren’s eyes roll dramatically as she groans and flops back onto her bed.

“And I thinkyouneed a horny book intervention.”

Lucia snorts a laugh into the coffee mug of wine in her tattooed hands. I shoot her a look and stick my tongue out before I sigh heavily at Wren.

“Such a hater.”

She snickers. “I'm not, I just…” Her brows knit. “Actually, you know what? I think Iam. At least when it comes to your horny books.”

“You can just call them romance novels, you know.”

Wren smirks. “But that doesn’t get the same reaction out of you.”

I sigh again. “You’re genuinely missing out. It’s not like I’m just reading spank books.” I glance at Lucia for backup.