The Villainess was Loved

Chapter Seventy-Seven: A Dragon’s Kin II

Rheyes Kerhid Norvig Yarez

Without a doubt, she would run.

The moment he let go of her, she would teleport out of the space they were in, and he was uncertain how long it would take to find her, even with the damage he threatened to inflict.

The desperate way she tried to get to the elevator was all the proof he needed.

So he would prefer if she would instead teleport with him; he would not let her go, not until they reached the chalet with the same mana-blocking infrastructure.

She squirmed in his hands, so he readjusted her, only she kept making her legs go limp to tire his hands…only…the action held tempestuous repercussions.

Each time she made her body limp, the softness of her flesh would sink into his hands, and her core would press to him.

‘What the hell is this?’

How could he be this enraged and this…turned on simultaneously?

It is blasphemous that such a feeling should exist.

“Let go of my ass!”

As if. As if he would.

The fury settled in his core resurfaced at her audacity to request such a thing from him.

So he dug his nails deeper in her flesh, and rather than raise the same level of protest she held in her being earlier, she moaned.

‘Indeed, she is a deviant..’

He buried his head in her neck when she leaned into him and inhaled her mild scent.

‘Eucalyptus? She changed her scent?’

It was different; everything was different from the first time she was in his arms—her previous scent near maddened him. It did not have a source; even she nearly tasted of fruits. If only the underlaying salt had been missing from her crevaces, he would have ascertained that she was not real in her existence but a succubus sent to drain him.

Was she?

No, the succubus specie only mate with humans.

“I think you have the wrong person. I don’t understand why you have to keep harassing me li-.”

Again…she had not given up defending the little her mask could hide.

‘How dare she, with her breath barely a pant from his touch…? Where, in the name of the Gods, does her confidence stem?’

He had little chance to think about it as his free hand untangled the lace supporting her green floral-type mask.

At first, it clung to her hair’s curls before his free hand smoothed it out.

He had no idea why he did that, why he used one hand to hold her to him and the other to brush her curls…

By the look on her face, she didn’t know either.

The green of her eyes darkened to a shade that resembled the evergreen trees, and he had little to no choice in meeting her gaze.

She was mesmerisingly stunning…it was not hard to see why the Western Heir had been mad for her.

‘Are they together? Did they reconcile the misunderstanding he caused? Is the rushed marriage meant to camouflage their affair?’

‘What does it matter? She is carrying MY child.’

That revelation was followed by the fact that if it hadn’t been for his primal instincts…she would never have told him.

He clicked his tongue softly, then tore his gaze from her.

Out there in the world, there would have been a child bearing the harsh title of ‘bastard’ all because his mother made the selfish choice not to include him-

His child would have been the subject of ridicule!

Or did she intend to use the pregnancy for blackmail at a critical moment in his life, perhaps after his marriage to Mitchell?

‘f**k Mitchell!!’

Her fingers dug into his face, distracting him from the layers of anxieties piling onto him.

She was trying to remove his mask as harshly as she could.

She was upset, but he was livid.

The breeze that came from being freed from the plastic mask meant to dress half his face was nicer than he cared to admit.

What followed, however, was not what he expected.

Her fingers grazed his lips, so he turned his gaze to her to ensure she understood that he was furious.

But the clumsiness in which her lips met his… was too intoxicating to deny.

Her legs wrapped themselves tightly around his waist, her hands to his neck and through his hair.

She let out a soft moan, and that was all the incite he needed to slide his tongue into her mouth.

He was sure he was flying; the tightness wrapping itself on his length as the kiss intensified made him press her to him.

He would have been lost in her embrace if…if she had lost the war she set out for immediately, she gained the title of ‘countess’.

If she, like Clay’s previous leader, had been devoured alive by the people.

A person smart enough to survive was always painfully ten steps ahead.

He turned her swiftly to the wall of the space they were in, then dropped her, only to turn his hold on her to her wrists.

While she was still stunned, he lifted both her hands atop her head to reveal the unmistakable glittering silver of assassin type daggers.

“You disgust me.”

He did not mean the words, but the anger boiling inside him made it difficult for calmer words to flow from him.

“Aww, don’t say that after kissing me so passionately.”

“Is this funny to you?”

“Puzzling is more the word I'd go for.”

‘Ding’

They had arrived.

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Arusei Evergreen

He will hit me, I am sure.

I took a deep breath and then turned my face from him; that should help it sting less, right?

Instead, the first prince gigantified one hand that pinned me in place, then used his free hand to turn my head forcefully to face him.

The gigantified hand darkened, then hardened to form dry scales like those that resembled a crocodile’s.

His eyes…like before, maintained their darkened pigment.

He turned my head sharply to the other side, then, while maintaining ridiculously focused eye contact, he bent down to me, licked up my collar bone to my nape, and then dug his teeth painfully against my flesh.

Despite the wincing I did, he did not let go of me until I could smell my blood.

He pulled away and then licked the crimson off his lips.

I should insult him. I should.

But I had just tried to stab him…

‘I don’t really think I can claim the moral high ground…Gods, but what if it’s the months of celibacy turning me into a-’

“Where should we prepare the purchases, my lord?”

‘Ah…right, I forgot the attendant was with us.’

“There will be a man named Stanley who will claim the items I bid for. Add her things to that list. He will take care of both payments.”

“Excuse me?”

I protested.

“No! I don’t want to owe you any-”

“Have them send everything to the same location in Kranis.”

I tried to wrestle against his hold, but it was no use; I am agile and stealthy, traits I bargained strength for.

“NO! I will cater for my own things, send the-,”

“Understood, my lord.”

“ ‘Understood’ my ass!! I want my things shipped to-”

“Do you actually believe I will let you go to Clay?”

“I’m sorry, ‘Let me’?”

I questioned.

“This is k********g! Your highness.”

He didn’t smirk; he merely twisted my arm to my back and led me to the chalet’s hallway as though I was a criminal.

“Hey, wait!”

I called after the smooth closing of the elevator door.

“I am not done!”

It was no use; the light from the transporter sealed off, and the crystals in the hallway buzzed and then switched themselves on.

He let me go.

The bracelet that I was provided within the auction hall glimmered, and without a doubt, I understood there was no escape.