Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives Chapter 1176: You Should Know What I Want

Villain Ch 1176. You Should Know What I Want

"Bella, you're drunk," Allen whispered, his voice barely audible as they stood close behind the wall near the balcony. The shadows from the soft lighting spilled around them, providing just enough cover from the crowd and the vigilant eyes of the restaurant's CCTV caras. Bella held onto him tightly, her arms wrapped around his waist, her face pressed against his chest, where she could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her cheek.

Allen hadn't anticipated that his teasing, mixed with the warmth of the wine, would make Bella so… bold. He felt her grip tighten, and he knew she'd let her guard down, perhaps more than she'd intended to tonight. Her breath was warm against him, her presence soft yet insistent, and for a mont, he was taken aback by how vulnerable she seed.

She lifted her head, her eyes bright as they t his, and she gave him a look that was both defiant and playful. "I'm not drunk," she murmured, her words slow but steady. "Tipsy, maybe. But not drunk."

Allen chuckled softly, running his hand gently over her hair as he gazed down at her. "Tipsy, then," he said, his voice warm with a touch of amusent. He knew Bella didn't let herself relax like this often, but seeing her in this softer, bolder state stirred sothing in him—a protectiveness, yes, but also a curiosity about the side of her he rarely got to see.

She tilted her head, her gaze never wavering as she studied his face, her eyes trailing over his features as if she were morizing every detail. "Do you know how hard it is to hold back around you, Allen?" she whispered, her voice barely audible, but her words clear and honest. "You make it… really hard."

Her admission took him by surprise, and he felt a warmth spreading across his chest. He kept his hand on her head, brushing a few stray strands of hair away from her face as he looked down at her, taking in the flush of her cheeks, the way her lips curved just slightly as she spoke.

"Oh?" he replied softly, leaning in just a fraction, close enough to feel her breath on his skin. "So all those tis you were teasing , you were just holding back?"

Bella laughed. "Maybe a little," she admitted, her gaze flicking down to his lips for the briefest of monts before returning to his eyes. She was closer now, and Allen could feel her warmth against him, her fingers trailing absently over the front of his shirt, lingering just enough to make his pulse quicken.

She let out a soft sigh, her eyes holding his with a quiet intensity. "I'm just… bad with romance," she confessed, her voice so low he almost had to lean in to hear her. "I don't know how to start it alone. I can act bold, sure—tease you, ss around like it's all so ga." She paused, her gaze dropping as if searching for the right words. "But when it's just us, like this… I don't know what to do."

Allen's lips curved into a gentle smile. "But you did well in the ga," he pointed out, his tone laced with fondness and a hint of playful challenge.

She chuckled, shaking her head. "Yes, but that's all in the ga. There, it's easy to be bold, to play out these fantasies with you because it's safe, and there's a distance between us. But here… it's different."

She pressed herself closer to him, her breath warm against his skin as her gaze held his, unwavering. She lifted a finger and brushed it lightly across his lips, her touch lingering, teasing. "Here… I feel everything. I feel you. The real you," she whispered, her voice barely more than a murmur. "You make nervous, and your intense gaze… it makes curl up inside, makes my heart race."

Allen swallowed. Her words settled into him, grounding him. There was no more banter, no more playful deflection. Just the raw truth she'd dared to voice, her courage fueled by the wine but clear and sincere all the sa.

"And yet, you're here," he replied softly, his hand moving up to cradle her face, his thumb brushing across her cheek. "So maybe you know a little more about romance than you think."

She gave a soft laugh, but her eyes stayed fixed on him. "You don't get it, Allen. I want to be here. But sotis, when I'm around you… I don't know how to keep up. You're so… intense, so sure of yourself. And I feel like I'm just fumbling around, trying to figure out how to keep up with you."

His gaze softened, and he pulled her even closer. "You don't have to keep up, Bella," he murmured. "I'm not asking you to be anything other than yourself. Just… be here with . Right now. That's all I want."

Bella felt her heart skip a beat, a surge of confidence flowing through her at his words. She tilted her head, a playful glint in her eyes. "Great," she whispered, her voice teasing, challenging. "Since you want to be …"

Without another word, her hand moved lower, her fingers finding their way to the spot between his legs. The unexpected touch made Allen jolt, his breath hitching as he stared down at her, a look of surprise mingling with a flicker of amusent and sothing deeper. Bella's fingers lingered, her touch bold and sure, and she t his wide-eyed gaze with a mischievous smile.

"You should know what I want, then," she murmured.

Allen exhaled sharply, a crooked grin spreading across his face as he recovered from the initial shock. He leaned in, his lips just inches from hers, his breath warm as he whispered, "So what you did on the bike wasn't an accident after all, huh?"

She chuckled, her fingers still tracing light, teasing patterns as she t his gaze with a mix of defiance and playfulness. "Maybe it was. Maybe it wasn't," she replied, her voice a breathy murmur. "Guess you'll just have to figure that out."