[Comprehensive] She has an affair with the villain

For Love is wiser than Philosophy, though heis wise, and mightier than Power, though heismighty. Flame-colouredarehiswings, andcolouredlikeflameiishisbody.

Philosophy is wise, but love is wiser than philosophy; power is strong, but love is stronger than power.The flames are her wings, and the heat is her body.Her lips are sweet as honey, and her breath is fragrant like milk.

"Don't touch me please." Vespa's voice was calm.

In the gorgeously decorated living room, Vespa sat expressionlessly on the bed where she woke up in the morning. The gorgeous and large four-poster bed made her look more immature. Even though Tom Riddle has grown into the new Dark Lord, Vespa Still the same as when he was 16.

The black-haired man standing in front of her ignored her refusal a few minutes ago, and carried the little witch, who was the first thing she did after waking up, to the gorgeous bedroom in Malfoy Manor.

"Bobby, can you get me a coat?" Vespa looked at the house elf hiding aside, he seemed to be in awe of Lord Voldemort, almost like a king.

The skinny Bobby was very small, with an exaggerated long and flat nose. He glanced at the Dark Lord timidly, and then answered Vespa cautiously, "Honorable Miss Linde, are you going to the banquet? I An extra gorgeous dress can be prepared for you."

"Oh, it doesn't need to be so exaggerated." Vesper touched the top of Bobby's hairless cat-like head, "An ordinary coat will do. I can't go back to Paris in pajamas."

"You want to go back to Paris?" Poppy's eyes widened in surprise, and he looked at the owner Lucius Malfoy outside the door for help.

And Lucius Malfoy wasn't much better - Merlin's boxers!He didn't want to hear the details of His Royal Highness being dumped, he didn't want to be murdered!

The black-haired Lord Voldemort was almost evil when he was expressionless. He squeezed out a few words with a cold face, "Get out of here, Bobby."

Lucius quickly disappeared with the house-elf of the Malfoy family, and shut the door tightly by the way.

In the confined space, Vespa still refused to look at the handsome man. She sat with a calm expression, the narrow shoulder straps of her pajamas hanging deafly on her arms, revealing the white and greasy ups and downs of her chest.

The sinful and seductive scene in front of him reminded Lord Voldemort of some sweet memories in the Hogwarts prefect's bathroom, but his attractive little girl wanted to leave now, she was so naive sometimes, wasn't she? ?

The dark wizard robe made him taller, and the elegant British accent sounded rigorous and gorgeous, "We should really go to Paris to discuss the engagement."

"Are you crazy? Lord Voldemort?" Vesper looked at him mockingly, with a cold sense of distance on his expression.

A dangerous gleam flashed across his clear and sharp dark eyes, which seemed to be faintly bloody, "I have been waiting for 33 years, Vespa, and I will not let you go for a second."

"33 years?" She couldn't laugh or cry, "You are the culprit of all these accidents, but if you still have a little conscience, you should stay away from me."

Lord Voldemort knelt down on one knee in front of her silently, holding Vesper's wrist, staring at her intently, with a smile and connivance in his voice, "Honey, are you talking about conscience with a Slytherin?"

Vesper stared at his increasingly handsome face, "Indeed, I should have memorized the Sorting Hat song at Hogwarts long ago--'Maybe you will enter Slytherin, maybe you will make sincere friends here, but those The cunning and insidious will stop at nothing to achieve their goals'”

Vespa struggled to stay away, but he easily grabbed her wrist and imprisoned her. She yelled at him in a bad temper, "Since you have used me to achieve your goal, why don't you get out!"

There is a difference in physical strength between men and women, not to mention the gap between a 16-year-old girl and a powerful Dark Lord. Lord Voldemort easily grabbed her wrist and pushed her down. Vespa was forced to lie on the bed with black hair and fair skin , too tempting.

He was silent for a while, staring at her intently, as if the little witch in front of him was the sum of all the good things in the world.

"The moment I saw Grindelwald appear, I already began to regret my original intention," Lord Voldemort hung above her body, his meticulously combed black hair fell down on his forehead, his handsome and noble face looked dangerous and sexy, "Apparition can avoid Grindelwald's Avada Kedavra."

Although the Avada Kedavra Curse could instantly kill a person, Lord Voldemort had mastered Apparition and had a high probability of avoiding the attack of the former Dark Lord.

He recalled the scene at that time, even though he might not be able to dodge in front of Vesper, but he could make sure to apparate his little girl back to the safer Diagon Alley.

Lord Voldemort pressed a kiss on her forehead, gently and softly as if to appease, "No matter how determined I am to stay away from you, resist you, and want to abandon your powerful influence on my heart, I will always be wiped out in the end. "

Vespa was firmly imprisoned under him, and the huge gap in physical strength made her even have no chance to struggle and twist. Her eyes were mocking, and a false smile was maintained on her face, "So I was the one who did nothing. The Vada Kedavra hits are all self-inflicted?"

His voice was low, his lips pressed against her white and slender neck, Vespa was inexplicably anxious because of his approach, and his attractive collarbone rose and fell with his chest breathing.

Satisfied with the changes in her body, Lord Voldemort said in his usually indifferent voice with tenderness, "Vespa, my Vespa, you really woke up, every moment without you is like hell for me .”

"Hell?" The corners of Vespa's mouth curled up in a mocking arc, "Your achievements in hell are truly admirable, Your Highness the Dark Lord."

The fiery kiss of the black-haired man was branded on her heart, "For you, I did not take the life of any innocent person."

Her sleeping body, as if time stood still, was like Merlin's cruel gift to him, and the only reason Lord Voldemort didn't fall into darkness was that she might be deprived of her only sobriety.

He even suppressed his natural aversion to Muggles because of his life experience and cooperated with her, just to find a way to wake her up in the whole world.

Vespa looked at his face, his handsome face did not look like he had made a Horcrux.

Lord Voldemort, or the handsome man who was willing to be Tom Riddle in front of her, put kisses on her lips one after another, as if he had too many things he wanted to tell his little girl, "My mother comes from the Gaunt family , the only surviving pureblood of Salazar Slytherin, who have been grumpy, restless, and show-loving from generation to generation through inbreeding, and their fortunes have been squandered generations ago."

Vespa's fingers wrapped around his soft black hair at the back of his head, the comforting gentle touch made Lord Voldemort continue, "And my father—"

"He's a frivolous, snobbish, ruthless rich Muggle who abandoned my mother for being a witch."

"So—I'm a half-breed."

He held Vespa's slender waist with both hands through the light silk nightdress, and observed her without any trace, lest she show the slightest look of disdain. In front of him, he was vulnerable and heartbroken.

He didn't even dare to reveal to Vespa that he was the product of the love potion, which Merope Gaunt used to make the Muggle, also named Tom Riddle, fall in love with her and was eventually abandoned.

Vespa had already given up struggling under him, she looked at the new Demon King and frowned, "From a genetic point of view, mixed blood has more good genes, and the blood relationship between the two parents is very far, and they have an advantage in the genetic matching of individuals Complement each other and gain an innate advantage, so you probably have such a talent for magic."

——And his appearance is extremely handsome and outstanding, even to the point of envy.

His dark night-like deep eyes seemed to burst out with endless fiery light. Lord Voldemort hugged her very hard, and whispered in Vespa's ear, cherishing and doting, "Vespa, you are my miracle."

Of course, Vesper would not despise half-bloods or Muggles with a racist stand, but she would not be easily persuaded by his confession and bitter tricks, she pushed him away firmly, "Tom Riddle, no matter who was in Giverny at the time What is the truth about the town, the damage has already been done, I may not resent you anymore, but I cannot continue to trust you."

His breathing was stagnant, his lips pressed against her ear, and there was a certain danger in his voice, "So?"

He seemed to be the sinister Riddle again.

Lord Voldemort smiled threateningly, pinching her delicately curved chin with cold fingers, "Go on, what do you want to do?"

Vespa's heart was pounding, and he suddenly pushed him away, turned over and wanted to escape from this bed, but was easily subdued by Lord Voldemort. She lay on the bed and was easily suppressed by the other party. Hold on tight.

Lord Voldemort pressed his hard chest against her back, and said in a casual tone, "For your academic considerations, I'm afraid you will have to continue studying at Hogwarts, my little witch."

Vesper retorted angrily, "Did you forget that I was once a student of Beauxbatons, or at worst I transferred to Durmstrang."

His powerful voice approached, "Honey, I don't agree, no magic school dares to recruit you."

Vespa couldn't imagine that his power had touched the entire European magic world, but she was confident in the fear of the Dark Lord, "You cunning and insidious Slytherin! I hate you more than trolls and slugs! "

Lord Voldemort indulged her bad temper, lifted her light silk skirt with his palms upwards, and then pushed the girl's legs away with his knees, "You know, I have plenty of ways to make you more annoying."

Vesper was taken aback by his actions, his tongue was bitten by a cat, and he tried to maintain a calm voice, "I——I am willing to continue studying at Hogwarts Slytherin House, please stop—"

Lord Voldemort chuckled in satisfaction, "Good girl, Slytheringa is very good."

"What?" Vespa's voice was a little nervous.

Lord Voldemort's warm lips pressed against his little witch's ear and whispered in a hoarse and seductive voice, "Honey, I am your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

He added, "And Head Slytherin."