Page 12 of The Villain We Tempt

The shaking stops.

Silence descends over us like a shroud. I swallow heavily, chewing on my bottom lip and unsure if I should turn around to look at him or not.

The second tick by, until I’m drowning in suspense.

“W-what…” My throat bobs again. “What are you going to do to me?” I finally whisper in a choked voice.

“I’m not going to do anything to you,” he rumbles at the nape of my neck.

My brow furrows in confusion.

“You, little villain, are going to do something tome.”

I gasp quietly when I feel his fingers brush my hair back over my shoulder. I can feel him press into me, his insanely muscled chest against my bare back as he leans close to the ear he just brushed my hair away from.

“You’re going todancefor me, baby.”

Hot, aching viciousness slithers through my center.

“What?” I whisper.

His big hands tighten on my hips again.

“You’re going to dance for me,” he growls. “Right here, like a good girl.”

Jesus.

A lap dance.

He wants me to give hima fucking lap dance.

I swallow. “I-if I do that?—”

“Not if. When.”

I tremble.

“Will you let me go?”

Instantly, his hands drop from my hips.

“There’s nothing stopping you from going now, if you want.”

I tense, then chance a half-glance at him over my shoulder.

Fuck.

He’sright there, that black, crown-painted mask behind my right ear.

“If…if I left now,” I murmur. “You’d delete the video?”

A sound that might be a chuckle grates abruptly from behind the mask.

“No.”

My lips tighten. “But if Idodo this…” I tremble slightly. “You’ll delete it?”

“It can’t hurt your chances, put it that way.”