Page 172 of The Villain We Tempt

But, hot as the DMs have been, we haven’t been able to meet up in person to act out any of those filthy fantasies.

The evening after the morning I spent in bed with Galina, Mom and Dadinsistedon Ro and I coming into the city for a family dinner to celebrate Demi winning some academic award at school. Which sort of feels like throwing a party for water for beingwet. But, whatever.

The next night, Galina had a “mandatory girls' night” that involved watching movies with her friends…although she spent the entirety of the time DMing me filthy fantasies and sneaking off to the bathroom to send me half naked selfies.

So. Two days.

Two days without being inside her, and I’m ready to burst.

I know she picked this wing of the library to go live because it’s where they stash old records books, and when isanyonereally going to come looking for Hawthorne Hollow agriculture data from 1912. I mean, yes, she might have an exhibitionist kink, butI doubt Galinaactuallywants anyone barging in on her while she livestreams as her masked alter ego.

Just the same, I poke around a bit to make sure we’re totally alone before I get myself into position. I happen to know…direct from her own lips…that being “surprised” is another kink of hers.

Good.

Velvet Villainess is currently sitting at a small study table in front of a shelf of old, leather-bound books, facing her phone. She’s streaming via her open laptop in front of her, but using the phone and ring light to get better video.

I peek from around the corner of a bookshelf as she grins at the phone and waves to her fans. She types something in the live chat on her laptop, then flashes another killer smile as she makes a heart shape with the fingers of both hands.

She’s holding up a paperback copy of the Viking book while I adjust my mask and pull on black leather gloves. She’s making a swooning face and fanning herself as I squeeze my bulging hard cock through my black jeans.

Go time.

I wish I could see the expression on her face from the perspective of her viewers when my gloved hand darts out from off-camera and wraps around her throat. But the shocked, whimpering little gasp humming against my fingers is enough to get my dickpulsingin my jeans just the same. I catch enough of a glimpse of her laptop screen to see the flood of “WTF!!!” comments and people @-ing my screen name before I slam it shut, ending the stream.

“Oh fuck yes,” Galina moans as I bend her over the desk and lift her skirt. I smack her ass hard with my gloved hand, making her squeal and squirm.

“I was going to DM you after the live?—”

She moans, whimpering again when I spank her ass a second time.

“I’m not a patient man,” I growl.

I’ve skipped the voice scrambler again because…I don't know.

Okay, fuck it, I do. It’s because she told me the other morning that she liked my voice, and that hasmaybestuck with me.

“I wasn’t trying to make you wait—oh fuuuuck…” Her words devolve into moans when I cup her pussy through her little black thong and stroke a finger up her seam.

Yup, I was right.

Soaked.

“What are you—oh fuck…”

She’s unclear what I’m doing when I first slide her mask and wig off. But then she moans when I wrap the blindfold around her face and tie it tight at the back of her head.

“And now,” I growl in her ear, “I get to fuckingdevour you.”

Galina whimpers when I drop down behind her, lift her skirt, then hook my fingers into the sides of her panties. I slide them down, groaning as I watch them cling wetly to her pink pussy before they peel away.

I slide off my mask and then run my hands slowly up the backs of her thighs.

“Stay like this, little villain,” I murmur against one cheek of her pert little ass before I bite it, making her squeal. “Stayjust like thisfor me.”

Galina cries out when my tongue drags through her pussy lips. I groan, plunging my tongue into her, losing myself in how fucking good she tastes, like sin and sweetness.

Likemine.