Page 13 of The Villain We Tempt

My pulse jumps when soft, sensual music suddenly starts to play from his phone speaker.

My brows knit, and I half-glance at him over my shoulder again.

“I… I haven’t agreed to do anything.”

“No, but we both know you’re going to.” My pulse skips again as his chest muscles flex against my bare back as he leans into my ear from behind. “We both know youwant to,little villain.”

The music keeps playing.

“Pretend you’re filming content,” he murmurs quietly. “Like the videos I’ve seen where you’re kneeling on a bed, moving your hips.”

My eyes widen.

He’s…seenmy videos before?

Just as I’m thinking that, I jolt. He didn’t warn me before he put his hands on my hips this time.

“Like this,” he rumbles.

He starts to roll my hips, moving my lower body in slow, sensual circles. Then in an equally slow bucking motion, front to back.

My face suffuses with heat as I feel him pull me down on him a little harder, still moving my hips for me, until I’m literally grinding on his thigh.

Oh God, no.

No.

The fact that I’m not wearing anything under my skirt was mortifying before.

Now, it’s a definite liability.

Because as he grinds me harder against his lap, I start to feel the…frictionof his pants and the tight muscle of his thighrightagainst my bare pussy.

And God help me, I start to react.

The Ghost Prince’s hands leave my hips. I try to stop, but he doesn't let me.

“Now it’syour turn,” he murmurs in that deep, rasping, mechanized tone.

Suddenly, heat erupts on one cheek of my ass, followed by a stinging sensation so sharp that I yelp.

He’s just lifted my skirt andspankedme.

“What the fu—AH!”

I choke out another yelp when he does it again. But this time, heat melts through my face and my neck to pool down in my core as a deliciously vicious sensation ripples through me.

“Now,” he growls in my ear. “Be a good girl for me, little villain, anddance.”

Maybe I could run for it. But that would mean he releases the video and destroys my world. Both my dads would spend the rest of their lives and every cent they have tracking him down and removing his head from his body, of course, but in the meantime, it would all be out there.

My worst secret.

All my sins, laid bare to the world.

And that’s what I tell myself is why I start to move. That’s thelieI sell to my own soul as the explanation why my hips begin to roll.

Why I start to grind on his lap. Why I refuse to acknowledge the forbidden ripple which accompanies the friction of my bare pussy against his thigh.