Page 68 of The Villain We Tempt

The Ghost Prince

Now.

Holy shit.

I slump back across the bed again and groan as I run my hands over my face.

“Fuck it,” I finally say to the ceiling. “Fuck me up. Ruin my life. Make me scream your name while you’re halfway down my throat.”

I blush.

I’ve officially read too many dirty books.

No regrets.

I take one last ragged breath before I sit up on the edge of the bed. My fingers shake as I tap out a response on my phone.

Velvet Villainess

See you soon.

10

LOCHLAN

“No sex.”

I have to say, given the sort of books she reads, and given that she’s spent the last four days masturbating frequently enough to give most teenaged boys a run for their money…

That isnotthe first thing I expected out of Galina’s mouth when she walked into the old harbormaster's office.

Behind my Ghost mask, my brow cocks.

“Excuse me?” my voice scratches from the scrambler.

“No sex,” Galina says firmly. Given that she’s just come alone to the secluded, sinister lair of a masked man she met on the internet for the express purpose of giving up control and letting him do whatever he wants to her, the confidence in her voice is…impressive.

Or foolish.

Especially if she knew my ancestry…

I shake those intrusive thoughts away and focus on girl in front of me.

Sothisis what happens when her worlds collide.

Galina, as Galina, tends to dress as if every day involves attending a cocktail party in the Hamptons. Nautical-inspired stripes. Jackie O skirts. Fancy yet fun heels. Sweaters draped over shoulders.Cardigans.

After stalking her personal social media relentlessly for the better part of last week, I’m honestly not sure if she’s ever been photographed wearing a t-shirt.

Velvet Villainess, however, dresses like a cross between a leather Domme, a slutty schoolgirl, and a stripper at a Berlin fetish club. Think the human embodiment of a parental advisory sticker.

When those two aesthetics come crashing together, you get what I'm looking at right now: short black skirt, knee-high black heeled boots…and an oversized, shapeless hoodie.

Honestly, though, she could have walked in wearing a burlap sack, and I’dstillwant to pin her to the wall with my hand around my throat while I fucked her into next Tuesday.

And when I catch sight of the leather choker around her neck?

Game. Fucking. Over.