Page 36 of The Villain We Tempt

But that’s not why I find myself scrolling the comments of his latest thirst-trap.

I swear.

At least, it’s not why I find myself scrolling the comments of his latest thirst-trapthistime. That would be because I pulled outmy phone this morning and realized Velvet Villainess had been tagged about eleventy-bazillion times on his latest video, not to mention a few dozen previous ones.

BooksAfterBedtime:

Sir, please end our misery and spill the tea. What’s with you and @VelvetVillainess??!

SamanthaCarter17:

@VelvetVillainess did u get to watch this one live??

LitandLattes:

@VelvetVillainess once you recover from banging this man, which I can only assume is a religious out of body experience, please fill us in!!!

FatimaLovesBookBoys:

@VelvetVillainess are you two an item?

There arehundredsof comments like this, thanks to his goddamn “loved watching you dance in person for me” the other day.

Loved watching you dance in person for me.

For some reason, the more I think about that comment, the more it starts to rub me the wrong way. It suggests that Iseducedhim. LikeIwas the one that sat him down and rode his lap. Like it wasmyidea.

My jaw tightens.

No-no-no, my friend. I danced on your fucking lap because you MADE me.

Because he has a fucking video that could destroy my world.

Okay, “destroy” is a bit dramatic. But it would be devastating. I can tell myself a million times that Papa and Dad are supportive, loving, wonderful fathers who would completely understand.

But then I think back to some of the morecolorfulcontent I’ve done, and I cringe at the thought of either of themeverseeing it.

My posts as Velvet Villainess aren’t just flirtatious dancing in skirts that are a bit too short or leather tops that are alittletoo S&M, while going on about the books I love. If they were just that, I think I could handle my fathers seeing them.

Butoh boy, does it get worse than that.

Like the times I’ve involved big rubber alien or monster dildos as humorous butverysuggestive props. I mean, I have a video where I was reviewing a crazy hot BookTok hit involving a heroine who gets kidnapped by a centaur.

You know, half-man, half-horse.

…Guess which half had the cock.

I shot a video for that book kneeling on a bed beside thishilariouslyhuge, horse-sized sex toy. Huge as in not fitting intoanyhuman vagina. In my video, I gasped comedically and gaped at it as the caption “when he’s measured in FEET, not inches” flashed beneath me. Then there’s a quick edit, and I’m suddenly kneeling and bouncing exactly where the horse dildo was, a crazy look in my eyes and my jaw hanging open, implying I’ve just taken the whole thing into my pussy.

My fans loved it. Obviously.

Papa and Dad would have matchingheart attacksif they saw it. And it’s not even the most fucked-up thing on my feed.

No, that honor goes to the worst thing I’ve ever done, which has a million views.

In my defense, I was horny.

I mean, I guess that’s at the root of a lot of questionable decisions throughout human history. But that's my story and I'm sticking to it.