Page 50 of The Villain We Tempt

Itjust. Keeps. Going.

Until suddenly, he slips the waistband over his bulging crown, and his entire cock springs free, right in front of my face.

Sweet.

Mother.

Of.

God.

“What?”

I immediately realize I said it out loud, and my face turns scarlet. But I mean…seriously?

My friends have teased me for years about my obsessive fondness for “fictional men with red flags and horse dicks”. I’m not insane. I know these fictional men with their fictional issues and toxic behaviors, and their fictional massive dicks are, well,fictional.

But “fiction” just walked out of the pages of one of my books, put me on my knees in front of him, and showed me the biggest, fattest cock on the planet.

And I amsoaking wet.

I stare The Ghost Prince’s massive, heavy, rock-hard cock as it pulses right in front of my face.

I keep staring, unsure what to do or say as he lowers his hands to my hair.

He undoes the neat red bun on the top of my head, letting my hair tumble down past my shoulders. I feel a pulse of achy need inside me when he gathers my hair into twin fists.

“Open that pretty mouth, little villain,” the voice growls possessively.

Commandingly.

Fuck, is it hot.

So hot that before I can question it…

I open my mouth.

“POV,” The Ghost Prince murmurs. “When he puts you on your knees and uses your mouth like his good girl.”

Pure, unadulteratedlustexplodes in my core. My eyes drag up over his grooved abs and hips to his muscled chest, and into the blankness of his dark mask as he looks down at me, my hair in his fists.

Suddenly, whatever blurry line there was between fantasy and realityshatters.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me, Galina?”

I don’t even know how to begin to answer that, so I don’t say a word. I just look up at him and open my mouth.

Wide.

A groan rumbles from his modulator. His huge cock pulses and twitches in front of my face, and my pulse skips when I see a drop of white precum form at the tip.

His hands tighten in my hair as he eases his hips forward, angling the fat head of his dick toward my mouth.

I open even wider as pure need twists through me.

I’m shocked at how silky soft the swollen, hard head is as it slips over my lips, smearing that bead of precum over them. He pushes, opening my jaw to its limit as his head glides into my mouth.

“Mmmm,” he groans. The raw, masculine sound sends a thrill through me.