Page 161 of The Villain We Tempt

Suddenly, a thought hits me so hard and so fast that I feel completely sober for a brief moment.

The cameras.

I whirl with fury in my eyes, my gaze stabbing into every corner of the room.

“WELL!” I snap into the emptiness. “Getting a good show,motherfucker?!”

“I am, actually.”

The gasp dies in my throat as my spine snaps to attention. I whirl and almost fall over my own feet as The Ghost Prince emerges from the shadows near my closet door.

My pulse is going a thousand miles an hour as I stare at him, my mouth hanging open, my eyes wide…utterly unable to address the fact that I’mnakedright now.

“But if you’re curious…” His modulated voice rumbles through the silence and directly into my chest. “The cameras are all gone.”

I bark a cold laugh. “Sure they are.”

He chuckles. “They are. For real, this time.”

I swallow, swaying on my feet as light fractals dance in my peripheral vision.

My pulse is still thundering through my veins, but my blood feels like warm syrup. My skin feels electrified as a heated rippleteases up my bare spine, tightening my nipples right in front of him.

“Is that why you’re here?” I blurt.

He nods.

My lip retreats between my teeth as a pink haze clouds my thoughts. “Why else,” I hear myself say quietly.

The room goes silent.

“Why else are you here?” I murmur, standing defiant and naked in front of him as heat pools in my core. “Because you wanna fuck me?”

A sharp whimper whines in my throat when The Ghost Prince suddenly takes a step toward me and wraps a huge hand around my throat.

“And if I do?” he growls darkly.

Heat ripples through me. Suddenly, I’m stepping right into him, my breath coming in short staccato bursts as I slide my hands up his chest.

“I wouldn’t say no if you tried.”

The words drop from my lips as my throbbing, aching, needy body presses tightly to him, my nails dragging over his hips through his black t-shirt.

“Stop it,” he growls tightly, grabbing my wrists and pulling my hands away from him.

“Why?” I whine. “I thought you wanted to fuck?—”

“Not while you’re high out of your mind on ecstasy, I don’t.”

I blink, frowning as I pull back and look up into his masked face. The room feelsso warm, and that rug feelsso goodunder my toes. Even his grip on my wrists feels orgasmic as my pulse skips and those fractals in my vision begin to throb and change color.

“I’m not…” My brow furrows. “I didn't take ecstasy.”

The second I say it, my legs turn to jelly. Suddenly, The Ghost Prince is catching me in his arms as I snort out a giggle against his chest.

“Someone spiked the absinthe tonight at that party,” he growls. “How much of it did you drink?”

“A lot,” I snort. “It wassoooyummy!”