[Comprehensive] She has an affair with the villain

Forsomeone, itmentislikefaith, achoseiontoanotherpersonoranintangibleideal. Butforme, itmenthasashadowside, adarkerdrivethatstantlyasksthequestionhowfaramIwillingtogo.

For some, commitment, like faith, is a voluntary allegiance to another person or to an invisible ideal.But for me, commitment has its dark side, some dark drive that asks me every now and then – where are you determined to go.

Vespa's dinner was settled in bed.

Although she was keenly aware that eating in bed might develop into a bad habit, it could only be so, because she really didn't have any extra strength, and walked naturally to the dining room, which was nearly a hundred feet away from the bedroom, as usual.

Damn old castle, why build it so big?

Bloody Hannibal Lecter, he just doesn't know self-control!

Hannibal was holding a silver tray in his hand, raised his eyebrows and looked at the little girl who was throwing a temper tantrum on the bed, deliberately ignoring him.

"Miss Vesper Lind, your situation at this time is completely self-inflicted." Hannibal Lake pointedly said.

At first he didn't think too much, but the existence of this girl seemed to be his exclusive potion, every breath and touch of her made him distracted.

Not to mention, this wicked girl's intentional seduction of him for many days.

Hannibal looked at the little beauty huddled under the quilt, put the tray on the low cabinet, and whispered in her ear, "If you're not hungry, let's continue to do something interesting."

Vespa pushed him away angrily, "You have no shame at all!"

Hannibal raised his eyebrows, "As a patient with antisocial personality disorder, the lack of shame happens to be one of the characteristics."

So the little beauty on the bed glared at him even more angrily.

Vespa became more and more dissatisfied as he looked at the energetic and handsome professor, "Why are you not tired at all!"

Hannibal put his palm on the girl's waist, which was as soft as a honey cake, and said teasingly, "Because your physical strength is unbelievable."

Vespa looked at the man in front of him who ate himself up and then satirized her poor physical strength. He was simply insane and had no conscience at all.

Hannibal looked at the girl's dissatisfied eyes, smiled maliciously, and whispered in her ear, "What's going on in your little head? I just want to invite you to dance with me."

On the low cabinet beside the four-poster bed, there is a classical gramophone, which looks delicate and ancient.

When Hannibal put the vinyl record on it, the slow but melodious tune played was particularly pleasant, which is unmatched by other modern music playback equipment.

Hannibal bent slightly, and stretched out his hand to his little girl, "Maybe you would like to dance with me, my honorable Miss Linde."

Vespa looked at the man in a decent and elegant shirt and trousers in front of him, then raised his eyebrows and pointed to the thin suspender silk nightdress on his body, "Don't you think my appearance is not suitable for this classical and elegant waltz?"

Hannibal raised his eyebrows with a straight face, "Compared to the gorgeous and elegant long dress, I love your dress to death, Miss Linde."

"Mr. Lecter, you are a beast in clothes."

Before the words finished, Vespa was pulled close to his arms by his arms, and Hannibal easily led her steps, dancing gracefully.

The dance steps of the two fit together beautifully, as if they had danced together for many years.

Hannibal led her around in a circle gracefully and freely, then pulled her into his arms forcefully.

"My back hurts." The little girl yelled dissatisfied.

Hannibal put his arm around her waist, and smiled appropriately as if he was in the hall of Congress, "I can make you hurt more, Miss Linde."

Vespa gave her a hard look, and then put on a serious expression, "You are already in your 30s, it's not good to indulge in sex like this."

His palm moved slightly along her back, bringing the distance between the two closer, and Vespa almost clung to him.

Hannibal narrowed his eyes, "Look, this little villain is starting to provoke again."

Hannibal's blue-gray eyes were clear and charming, as if shimmering with tiny rays of light. His voice was deep and seductive, even full of a very aggressive aura, which made her heart beat faster.

Hannibal stared down at his little girl, so charming that every breath felt like a flap of wings over his heart.

He thought of the idiots who wanted to take Vespa from him, they were so tired of their jobs, they seemed to want to be the company of mushrooms, a plate of bacon.

"What are you thinking?" Vespa blinked, why did she think her professor looked very dangerous.

Hannibal pressed a kiss on her beautiful forehead, and at the same time, his palm rested on her neck, forcing her to look up, "Be obediently by my side, you know?"

Vespa suspected that if she refused this serious promise, it might well bring out a violent and dark side in Mr. Hannibal Lecter, and that was very scary.

She stared intently at Hannibal, "If I refuse, will you hurt me?"

His expression became indifferent, with a touch of inherent evil, and Vespa heard his heart beating violently.

It may have been a long time, or it may be only a second, Vesper heard Hannibal's deep voice, "My anger will only be vented on others, but no matter how many times you leave, you will eventually return to my arms .”

Vespa stared at him, voice frustrated, "You look really evil and dangerous, why on earth did I mess with you?"

Hannibal's palm touched her waist temptingly and ambiguously, even slowly moving down, "You have no chance of regretting it, poor little guy."

In the next second, he kissed her lips fiercely, with overwhelming desire.

This overly passionate kiss almost made her lack of oxygen. Her whole body was sore and her head was a little dizzy. God knows how long he has been single. He obviously put all his energy into conquering her, and he always could She surrendered without any resistance.

For example, now, Hannibal looked at the little girl who had no intention of eating, and once again leaned into her ear to tease, "You know, little villain, you are so soft and wet that you want to go to heaven."

Vespa stared at him with wide eyes, and in the next second, she was pressed on the bed by the man again, he locked her body tightly, kissed her for the hundred millionth time, and then fell on the girl he loved Do whatever you want.

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In the middle of the night, Vespa obviously woke up from hunger.

Not only did she not eat much throughout the day, she was also forced to do a lot of strenuous exercise.

In the dim moonlight, Vespa wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, got out of bed with extra care, and was about to take a piece of blueberry pie from the silver tray on the low cabinet to satisfy her hunger. She was really hungry.

But unexpectedly, Hannibal Lecter woke up as soon as her feet hit the floor.

In the dark, his handsome face was even more ruthless, and that vigilance contained an alluring aura.

When his eyes fell on Vespa, it was rare to add a bit of tenderness.

Vespa wrapped the white sheet tightly around his body in embarrassment, "I'm a little hungry, sir."

The corners of Hannibal's mouth curled up slightly, "A bad boy who doesn't eat on time always likes to get up in the middle of the night to look for food."

Vespa pouted dissatisfiedly, "Who is the instigator?"

Saying that, she willfully ignored Hannibal, took a piece of beautiful and delicious blueberry pie from the tray, put it in her mouth and took a bite.

The taste is unbelievable, and Vespa can certainly taste the work of Mr. Hannibal Lecter.

You see, this is the difference, her back is sore and her legs are weak when she stands up, but Hannibal can leisurely bake a blueberry pie with a lot of steps.

She put down dessert after a few bites, and it would be a crime to eat such calorie-dense food late at night.

A smile flashed in Hannibal's eyes as he watched the girl walk back to the bed.

She was wrapped in a white quilt, outlining a seductive curve with bumps.

Vespa lay down on the edge of the big bed, and purposely distanced himself from Hannibal, but unexpectedly, he was easily embraced by the handsome man, "Don't you think you should do some exercise to burn off calories?"

Vespa pushed his chest and said dissatisfiedly, "Enough is enough, don't seduce me with your slutty dick."

Hannibal couldn't help raising his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "You are such a cute little guy."

Vespa wrinkled his nose, "And you're a shameless old man—"

Before she could finish her sentence, she was blocked by Hannibal's passionate kiss.

Vespa's jaw was pinched by his hand. With a little force from him, she could only be forced to open her mouth and accept the exploration of the tip of his tongue.

Hannibal easily clamped her under his body, pressing one hand on the back of her head, making his little girl indulge in one long and passionate kiss after another.

Vespa's whole body went limp from his kiss, and the tip of his tongue gently licked her lips, almost making her heart tremble slightly.

Hannibal's arms tightened more and more, completely controlling her in his arms, and inserted one hand into her hair, offering a passionate kiss like the equator.

The kiss deepened, and Vespa could hear herself gasp, and it made the man inside her even wilder and uncontrollable.

Hannibal easily fixed Vespa's hands on top of her head with one hand, this damn movement forced Vespa to puff up his chest, showing an indescribable sense of temptation.

And Hannibal whispered in her ear, "The nights are too long, I can always make you promise."

"Promise?" Vespa tried to ignore Hannibal's fingers digging into her skirt.

"A promise," said Hannibal with a ready-made desire on his handsome face, "about forever."

Commitment, like faith, is voluntary allegiance to others or invisible ideals, and his little girl has always been stingy about revealing promises.

But it doesn't matter, the nights in Lecter Castle are long and lingering, and he can always get what he wants.