Page 87 of The Villain We Tempt

Please.

I know she’s a virgin.

I also know, having now thoroughly dug through her past, that she’s neverhada boyfriend except in the most G-rated way, i.e., dates involving walks through the park whilefourof her father’s men followed twenty feet behind.

Literally.

So if Galina’s had a hundred orgasms before, they were at her own hand. And having become abitof an expert on the way she makes herself come?

Yeah. No contest.

The one she gave herself just now with her little pink vibratorwaspretty good. But still.

My tongue: 1. Shitty pink toy: 0.

Absently, I run my hand over my abs, getting it slick with my cum before I wrap it around my still-hard cock.

A deep groan rumbles in my chest as I start to stroke again, watching her.

Galina’s taking a shower. Trails of white soap drip down her tits like streaks of my cum, then over her pussy and down her legs.

I’m still stroking her thong up and down my dick when she leaves the shower and walks back into her bedroom, naked. My one hand jerks faster, the other reaching down to massage my heavy balls.

Galina stands in front of her mirror, eying her reflection as I groan. Her hands slide up her sides and cup her tits, and my balls tighten.

She’sjustreaching for a sleep shirt and shorts in her top drawer when I explode a second time, my cum splattering all over my abs and her panties again.

Fuck yes.

I exhale slowly and let my mind drift back into planning mode. I suppose Icouldreplace the camera she found in the lamp: I do need to slip into her room again at some point to plant a new Smart-Tag tracker, since her favorite handbag—where I planted thelastone—is now apparently on perma-loan to the Wren Antonov Collection.

…I learned that the other day after ditching Achilles to stalk Galina all over campus for an hour, only to findWrenalone in the library when I thought I was closing in on my prey.

I drag the sticky lace of her panties up and down my twitching shaft as I watch Galina get ready for bed and then slide between the covers.

She may have found the hidden camera in her lamp.

She didn’t find the four others, though.

Sweet dreams, little villain.

13

GALINA

“So,he’s kind of a creep, huh?”

It’s Bella's second to last word that drags me out of my floaty little fantasy. It’s the same one I’ve been having on repeat since last night, after I found the spy camera in my room.

…After I touched myself while replaying the events of the eveningbeforethe pepper spraying.

It’s a fantasy involving The Ghost Prince beingpissedthat I broke his stupid spy camera and then climbing into my bedroom window to teach me a lesson just as I'm burying my fingers between my legs.

I blink rapidly as I drag my gaze to Bella’s.

“Hmm?” I ask as innocently as possible, swallowing the shame from my face.

“That dude.”