Out Of Control Villainess

Your Night

(Villain's POV aka Duke of Wellwing.)

"Then Duke of Wellwing, do you condemn his majesty for his actions?"

I chuckle, he had finally asked.

"To hear his highness himself utter those words, I must admit, it is beyond belief."

The prince may want the same as I, but that is no reason to believe his devious act.

"I condemn many, Your Highness. My list is ever-growing."

A smile grows on his lips. He retreats.

"Then if you please, your grace. Do tell me when the royal family becomes part of it."

"Is that to be told, your highness?"

"..mh..of course not. I shall know when it is time."

We leave time, for high society does often not need words to proceed.

"Where will you be headed now, would you accompany me to the ball once again? Perhaps you'll finally find yourself a respectable damsel."

"My apologies, that is the last of my concerns. I'll head to a quieter place."

"Very well."

He turns, I hear attentively his steps echoing till they vanish. I do not want him following me.

I let the moon lead me, a familiar sight.
A few steps later I find a place such as a glasshouse. A peaceful odor conquers my senses.

Until I am disturbed by the loud voice of that woman. Once again at her mindlessly idiotic deeds.

Alina Masessarù, that woman.

A foolish woman who behaves foolishly.
A mere pawn in my path, useless.

She carries herself with no thought whatsoever. Someone who does not reflect on responsibility.

A child of nobility with no tact, as each and every other.

"B-but my lady, this maid belongs t-t-"

The maid tried to warn her, but it was of no use.

"I DO NOT CARE WHO SHE BALONGS TO! GET RID OF HER NOW!!"

The two immediately carried the woman outside, it was a usual sight.

I turned to look at the woman, one last time.

When I did, I could not believe.

She had fallen so easily, she looked desperate. A woman such as herself? Desperate?

Her body trembled, she did not seem like herself.
It was a sight I would not have believed, had I not witnessed it myself.

I moved closer and opened the door.
She did not look up. Her cries had become clearer. She looked so small and delicate, completely different from what I had heard. Was this the same woman I had seen causing issues at every chance from afar?

"My lady."

She holds an end to her sobbing, though with trouble.

"Ah...you. Why do you always appear Before me when I feel like the most pathetic woman you've laid eyes upon?"

I had indeed seen her countless times from afar, but we had never met.
Her lips curve, and I can't but look.

"You must find it amusing."

She finally stood, her eyes were red, still wet, as were her lips and cheeks. She was defenseless, hopeless.

But her eyes...I had never seen such a gaze. I cannot explain.
Was she intoxicated?

"Have you drunk too hastily on this evening's ball my lady?"

"If... I have.... can you help me?"

I do not leave her eyes, or perhaps I do not want to.

"...How may I do so?"

I answer, blankly. Then I waited for her.

"Comfort me. Only this once... allow me to feel warmth for only this once..."

"Is that your wish?"

I never thought she would ask such a thing. But I could not stop my arms from wrapping around her small body.
She felt so little.

She stopped trembling once I embraced her.

I felt the urge to see more, to touch more, to hear more of her.

I hastily get rid of her dress and gently push her down for her comfort.
I try my best to not hurt her with my hands, but I find it difficult to control my eager movements.

I had never lusted on a woman, yet, I find myself blinded by it, by this pleasure, I feel as if I have conquered her everything. Her eyes shone like the ocean on a sunny day, and her hair curled around my fingers.

Her hand slowly made its way to my face, her touch felt warm and soft, something I had never felt before.

"This is the first time I am looking at you."

Her voice quivers as her body does.

I hold her hand lightly so as to not hurt her. Her cheeks blush, which leaves me with a smile.

"Do not hold back."

I kiss her hand, then I trace kisses on every curve of her neck, on her chest.
She trembles with pleasure with my every touch.

"-Ah"

Her voice was nice but held back.
I stop, before going further.

As much as I could not hold back my wish to have her...

If I taint her now, as a lady of a ducky, she may regret this once she marries.

"Once it is done, we cannot turn back. Do you understand?"

She gazes over me, her eyes widen.

"Wasn't I the one to ask for this?"

She smiled beautifully, she was seducing me. But was it intentional? Or have I gone mad?...
For the first time in my life, I did not care or worry about the consequences.

If it comes to that, I will simply marry her.

I am quick to tear the last cloth in my way with her approval.
My hands hover over her body, her moans please me.
I take her lips for granted, they tasted so sweet, too sweet. Do women have such sweet lips? Or is it only her...?

Her arms and legs tightly wrap around me, and everything becomes clear.

But her tears fall again. On no occasion have I seen a woman cry this many times. I wanted to stop those tears...as they did not belong to me.

"Why do you cry again.."

I wiped her tears with a kiss and finally claimed her as mine.

Until her lips opened, to confuse me.

"I as the villainess...and you as the villain...isn't this...just too cruel..?..."

Her eyes closed, slowly, her breathing became peaceful and her body rested in my arms.

This woman...why do you close your eyes when I still have unanswered questions...

I covered and cleaned her, I carried her to her mansion, then, her room without anyone noticing as that would have been distressing for her.

I was hesitant to leave for some reason, I felt the need to stay otherwise I would regret parting ways.

Alina Masessarù, a foolish woman.
Yet the first time our paths crossed, she showed me. A different individual, particularly different, odd, almost bizarre....she left me with something unfamiliar.

To be continued.