[Comprehensive] She has an affair with the villain

Moving forward mean reagout, reagback or reagbalance.

Moving forward means sprinting and breaking through, going back to the past, or taking care of balance "Ding——"

The text message alert made Vespa regain his sanity from this wonderful and lustful kiss.

But with Gotham's top criminal, while she's starting the game, it's clearly going to be some villain who decides when the schedule ends.

The high-speed sports car finally stopped outside her single-family villa. Almost immediately after stopping, Joker's fingers were inserted into the hair on the back of her head. He was obviously not the gentle type, but he was controlling Weiss strongly. Pa pressed hard on him.

Joker's lips, which were always painted with laughing oil paint, greedily encroached on the softness of the brunette girl. The force of gnawing and biting made Vespa feel an inexplicable sense of nervous fear, but it was unavoidable. Feel his irresistible attraction.

A strange and coquettish evil villain who controls the overall situation makes her adrenaline soar and her brain becomes dizzy.

Joker stroked her back with his palm, the warm and soft touch made him feel like he was torturing himself, he really wanted to lock his kitty in an iron cage that only he knew, like those animals in the circus them.

And he is kitty's only animal trainer, of course, he seems a bit reluctant to beat her.

But if anyone dared to approach her, he would cut up those dirty fools and feed them to the lions.

Joker forcibly pushed her in front of her, Vesper's back was on the hard steering wheel, and her mind was full of the aroma of the Gotham chief villain's mouth, which even made her a little drunk.

But as Joker's fingers trailed down the zipper at her waist, she frowned and protested, "I don't like this location."

Joker looked at her beautiful lips, he really wanted to silence this small mouth so that she would never be able to make a sound, anyway, this "Persian cat" would always only say some sentences that made him depressed.

What right does she have to refuse!

This kitty, who is so proud of him, is his property!

He had to give her some punishment, otherwise, sooner or later, she would climb on top of him without any fear!

Amid Vespa's screams, she was hugged horizontally by Joker and walked into the villa, and then thrown directly into the swimming pool by the other party.

Or it should not be said to be thrown, because the other party also entered the pool that is not warm, and even fell into the water together when kissing her hard. Vespa felt his whole body was hot, but the pool water was obviously cold .

"Joker—" she protested in her throat as she could barely breathe.

When his lips left, he even made a "boo", which was more obvious in the too quiet late night, making people blush and heartbeat.

The Gotham criminal raised his eyebrows slightly, his expression seemed a little smug, he stared into her eyes, and threatened in a treacherous voice, "Kitty, maybe you want to experience the feeling of drowning in the swimming pool?"

Vespa shuddered, not knowing whether it was because of the cold pool water or his dangerous eyes full of violence.

Joker looked at her body leisurely, the water-soaked dress perfectly fitted her body and outlined her graceful curves, the scene that was more sensual than flesh even made his throat tighten.

Damn it, who did she grow up to seduce?

Under his aggressive gaze, Vespa couldn't help but back away, but it clearly irritated him.

Joker pressed her hard against the edge of the pool, and Vespa saw his frenzied and dangerous gaze, surging like a tsunami, that force seemed to be able to tear her apart and make her nervous heart pound.

"I really like your look, baby, isn't this fun?" There are drops of water on his face, and he has an indescribable aggressiveness like a cheetah ready to attack at any time. She devoured it.

Joker looked at the brunette in front of him, she had the aura of a witch, with charming and penetrating eyes, and a young and sexy body, bewitching him all the time, damn it.

He rubbed his fingers against Vespa's lips, "Kitty, do you think you can seduce me?"

"Am I just your toy?" Vespa raised his eyebrows.

Joker's pupils seemed to shrink slightly, but his expression remained as if nothing had happened, "Otherwise? You should clear up the stupid thoughts in your mind."

Vespa didn't seem to be affected in any way, she said sarcastically, "I'm afraid you want to stuff some stupid ideas into my head—"

She moved her fingers along a drop of water that fell from his hair, with a mysterious but provocative smile on her face, "What are you expecting?"

"Expectation?" He seemed to be amused by Vespa, "Do you think I'm as cowardly as those gray mice? Honey, I can always see the most interesting side of things, and worry about gains and losses, expect and despair, and I can It doesn't matter at all."

Facing an extremely distorted psychopath, Vespa did not show any loss of being hurt by his words, she shrugged nonchalantly, "In this case, can you stay away from me? As a toy, you rely on It's too close."

Joker frowned, "I'm the one who decides."

In fact, he is not in a good mood right now, he is extremely disgusted by the untouched look on Vespa's face, as if he is just a stranger who has nothing to do with him.

What the hell!Would she exchange passionate kisses with any random stranger on the side of the road?

His criminal IQ is far beyond ordinary people, he can do anything aimlessly, teasing gangsters, the police, and dealing with Batman for fun are just fun for him to pass the time.

But he was faintly aware of the difference in facing Vespa, the emotional substance that might make him weak and no longer invincible made him extremely resistant.

Vespa moved his body as if he wanted to leave, Joker showed a sharp smile because of her movement, his crazy eyes with a strong desire for control, once again firmly fixed her, "baby, if you dare to When I agree, make the act of leaving, and I'm afraid I'll have to use your Imperial Brownings and do some magic tricks on your pretty legs."

Vespa smiled, dismissing his threat, "Like taking apart a pair of Lego?"

"It's easier than that." He stared at her with a frown, furious at her attitude.

Hell, he doesn't even know why he's mad, he's moody like a fool in love.

Passionately in love?no no no!How could he have those lowly, disgusting things!

In the deep night, Vespa soaked in the water was shivering by the cold wind. She felt so cold that she was not in the mood to look at the Gotham villains with ups and downs on their faces, and continued to fall into some self-doubt .

The ghost knows what he is thinking, anyway, these villain bosses always like to find trouble for nothing, and love self-torture.

She suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck and looked at him with a particularly suggestive look, "Sir, I'm cold, let me warm up—"

Almost instantly, something frenzied burst out of his eyes, he locked her body, and pressed his lips against hers.

The hot breath made her breathe hot, and Vespa made a very weak sound, like a sigh or a moan, which made his blood boil instantly.

damn it!He doesn't need these!He should have shot her in the head!Instead of clamping her down hard, being lured by her every breath, becoming lustful.

He unscrupulously invaded the sweetness in Vespa's mouth, and the strong emotional catharsis and possessiveness made Vespa almost suffocate.

Joker fell into self-hatred thoughts, and he actually created weaknesses and flaws for himself.

He felt his heart beating against his chest constantly, the out-of-rhythm speed made him hate but addicted.

When Vespa's purple dress was torn off by him, and he was pressing naked on the cold edge of the swimming pool, I really wanted to say something -- she didn't like this place very much either.

But it is a pity that Joker's surging desire continues to attack her, and it is obvious that she will not be given another chance to escape.

Well, at least she's not cold for the time being.

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When Vespa returned to the bed, she was so tired that she could pass out in a second. She suspected that one of the necessary criteria for a villain boss was the excellence of certain private abilities.

She looked like she had been run over by a tank, but one thing was weird—she was tossing and turning and couldn't sleep at all.

Damn, this body seemed to bring all the bad things about her from the real world—like not being used to spending the night with people, and being able to sleep alone.

Vespa wrapped his naked body with a snow-white sheet, sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, took out a cigarette from the bedside cabinet and lit it expertly.

Her red lips were slightly parted, and she took a light breath and slowly exhaled the smoke.

The thin bed sheet outlines her hazy and seductive figure, and there is a contradictory atmosphere of frivolity and deepness lingering around her, which is sexy and wild and makes one's blood boil.

But Joker is frowning and staring at his "Persian cat". What the hell is this kind of woman lighting up an afterthought with a bored look on her face!

Vespa seemed to hesitate, but for the sake of her own sleep, she still boldly looked at the chief criminal of Gotham, "Sorry, I don't like people in bed."

Joker blinked in disbelief, "—are you telling me to leave?"

Vespa smoothed the messy hair behind his ears, and exhaled a puff of smoke, "Since this is my house, you should probably be the one who should leave, sir."

Joker: "..."