Page 48 of The Villain We Tempt

He draws in a slow breath as he rolls his neck, arms still folded over his massive, tattooed chest.

“I told you,” he murmurs. “I need to find out what’s really inside that pretty little head of yours. I need to see therealVillainess.”

My throat bobs. “How do you plan on doing that?” I all but whisper.

Breathlessly.

God help me, way,waytoo eagerly.

The Ghost Prince cracks his tattooed knuckles, then drops his arms to his sides. He seems to grow even taller as his blank eyes pierce into mine.

“We’re going to play a game. It's called ‘Fantasy or Fiction’.”

My tongue slips out and wets my lips. My pulse skips as his I feel his gaze slither over me.

I’m wearing leggings, a t-shirt, and a hoodie, but right now, I feel completely naked before him.

I suck in a nervous breath. “How… How does the game work?”

I canabsolutelysense his grin glinting behind his mask this time.

“Get on your hands and knees.”

Heat stabs into me as I stare at him, shocked by the bluntness of his words.

“Excuse me?”

His finger twitches at his side, making my pulse skip.

“Hands and knees, Galina,” he growls quietly.

“And…and then?”

“Let’s see if you can be a good girl for me and follow that direction first.”

Jesus.

The pure, illicit heat that ripples through my core is electrifying. Addictive.

So addictive, in fact, that before I know what I’m doing, before I can knock some sense into myself and stall…

I drop to my knees.

My palms press to the floor.

“Crawl to me.”

Another bolt of raw heat explodes through my system. My face throbs as my thighs instinctively squeeze together.

“Let’s not pretend we haven’t done this part before, Galina.”

My face throbs even hotter as I remember crawling to him the other night.

Sitting on his lap.

Shamelessly grinding my pussy against his bulging erection…

I shiver.