Page 71 of The Villain We Tempt

“Then I think we're ready to start.”

The pink stain creeps further over her face. Then, all at once, she quickly reaches up and tugs down the zipper of her hoodie, shrugs it off her shoulders, and lets it drop to the floor.

Well…fuck.

Apparently, the hoodie was her take on a trench coat. Once it comes off, I’m staring at averysexy, see-through black strappy top that ends halfway down to her navel. The demi-bra or whatever the fuck you call it cups her handful-sized tits in sheer lace that showsexactlywhat shade of pink her nipples are.

I grit my teeth as my cock rises to full mast in my pants, dripping precum into my boxers.

Yeah.

That’ll work.

Galina gasps softly as I wrap my fingers around her wrists and raise her hands up over her head. She lets out a small whimper as I push them against the brick behind her, keeping them there with one hand. My other one slides down her bare arm until I reach the leather choker around her throat. I slip my finger into the metal ring at the front and twist it just enough to squeeze a little.

Galina’s breath catches again as she trembles.

“What are you going to do to me?” she whispers.

“Anything I fucking want, little villain.”

My dick, of course, wants me to use my knee to shove her thighs apart, pull her panties to the side and fuck the living shit out of her against the wall.

But I suppose that falls firmly under “no vaginal penetrative sex”.

Boooo….

I know what I can do instead.

Galina moans when I roughly spin her to face the full-length mirror on the wall next to us. She whimpers when I pin her to it, her palms flat to the glass.

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

Galina chokes out a breathless moan.

“Yes!” she whimpers.

“Are you going to be my pretty little cum slut?”

Her breath fogs the mirror as she lets out stuttering, staccato breaths and her brow caves.

“Yes,” she moans.

Another whimper lodges in her throat when I push her legs apart with my knee. I reach for her skirt and slowly pull it up her thighs, then over her hips. I growl inwardly when I see the lacy black of her thong splitting the tight globes of her ass. Galina shivers when I slide a finger down the crease of her cheeks, slip it under the tiny strip of lace, then slowly begin to peel the thong off her.

It sticks to her pussy slightly as it drops down her legs, and I groan.

Fuck me, she’s soaking wet.

I stoop to slip her panties off her feet before I stand up behind her. She whines when I press my body to her back, leaning close to her ear.

“Pretty as these are, you don’t wear them around me anymore.”

She shivers as another gasp rattles in her throat.

“From now on, if we meet, and I find out you're wearing panties,” I growl, “I’ll gag you with them and fuck you no matter how many safe words you toss out.”

“Jesus,” she chokes as her eyes hood.