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I had to admit that I didn’t understand what was happening and what led to this outcome. However, I had to also admit that being kissed by him felt much better than having him yell at me. Despite that, I could still feel his anger and then his frustration as he continued kissing me.“Mhmm…” I let out another moan when his hand cupped my chin and his fingers pressed against my cheeks to urge me to part my lips to welcome his tongue. Bradon thrusted his tongue deeply between my lips when I parted them. His heat and his taste filled my mouth along with the entrance of his tongue. I could sense his desperate need from the way that his tongue swiveled wildly in my mouth and entwined with mine. I stopped struggling against him as I surrendered to the pleasure of his kiss and the heat that had started building up in the pit of my belly. My tongue moved against his in an impassioned dance as I let my natural instincts take over. His kiss felt so pleasurable and it made my body yearn for him.
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I glanced at the screen on my phone when it lit up and vibrated on my bed. I had gotten used to receiving text messages from Desmond asking me to meet him. If this had happened before my argument with Bradon, I would have headed out right away to meet up with the prince no matter the cost. Although I knew that it would be better if I met up with him, my mood wouldn't allow it, and I found myself rejecting all of his invitations.‘Do you want to go out?’ read the short text message that I had received from the prince. ‘Sorry, but I'm not feeling too well,’ I texted back even without thinking about it. Nothing had happened that would warrant me going out to see the prince. There was no news regarding the change in the king's condition and that meant that our plans couldn't go forward. I honestly wanted to know if the time of the king's death was nearing, but it wasn't like I could simply ask Desmond if his father was going to die any time soon or why it was taking so long.‘Is there a
Last Updated : 2024-01-23Substitute Wife for the Mafia King Bedroom Visit
I don't even remember how I ended up standing right in front of his bedroom door, but I definitely did. After tossing and turning in bed for many hours, I decided that it was useless to ignore my worries. When I closed my eyes all I could think about was Brandon and all I could see was him lying in bed half dead while he was dealing with his illness all alone. I could imagine him being too stubborn to go see a doctor at the hospital. Before I knew what I was doing, I had already gotten out of bed and was marching out of my bedroom. Everything happened in a blur because I was in such a hurry, and the next thing I knew, I was already standing right in front of his bedroom door. I raised my hand to knock but hesitated. Just when I mustered enough courage to knock on his door, the door swung open even before I could bang on it. “Why are you here?” Bradon asked the moment that he opened the door and saw me standing there. His sudden appearance caught me off guard, and I struggled to ans
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No matter how many times I’ve seen that clueless expression on his face, I couldn't bring myself to get used to it or the way that my heart leapt strangely in my chest. “But Jenna said…” I murmured before my mouth hung open and I was at a loss for words.Did she fool me? Had I been worrying about nothing at all all this time?The expression I had on my face must have been quite amusing because it managed to make Bradon laugh. “Oh, I guess she just meant to say that I’m a little overworked…” he said after his laughter had calmed down somewhat. “You’re overworked? So, that means that you’re still sick…right?” I asked as my worries returned. “I guess…” Bradon mumbled without meeting my eyes. “Are you or are you not feeling unwell?” I asserted my question again. “What would you do if I told you that I’m feeling unwell?” he asked before grinning at me. “Stop playing games with me! Just answer me honestly, are you sick or are you not sick?” I demanded to know.Brandon seemed to thin
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I could feel my insides clenching as heat gathered in a pool between my legs before slowly seeping out from my opening. Everywhere he touched me seemed to throb up with need, and I could feel my body heating up in a dangerous way that I was now familiar with whenever he touched me this way. Somewhere deep down inside of my mind, I must have known that something like this was bound to happen if I entered his bedroom. Surprisingly, I didn't feel much regret and it felt so tempting to simply surrender to his seductive caresses.“We shouldn't be doing this and you're supposed to be sick,” I reminded him.I let out a loud moan when Bradon suddenly pushed his fingers directly against the wet heat between my legs before he began stroking my pussy through the thin fabric of my panties. He chuckled amusingly as he observed my reactions, and I knew that he found my words to be unconvincing. “How can I possibly stop when my wife is clearly wanting it?” he teased me mercilessly as his fingers be
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I knew that I was about to reach my climax from his fingers, and I couldn't wait for my release to rise up and claim me. My insides felt so hot as my body and hip moved around on top of his. After a few more intense and fast thrusts against my g-spot, I threw my head back and cried out his name at the top of my lungs as I felt myself losing myself to my overwhelming climax. I orgasmed spectacularly as my mind suddenly felt blank.“That was so beautiful, Dahlia. You're so sexy…” he whispered to me as I struggled to deal with the aftereffects of my intense climax.I felt his fingers slowly gliding out of my quivering wet hole as my body felt like it had lost all of its strength. I laid down on top of him and panted as I struggled to catch my breath.“You made me so hard. You're going to take responsibility for this, right?” he asked as he guided my hand and pressed it against the hard evidence of his arousal. My eyes widened when I cupped the outline of his erect cock in my hand. It fe
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Although it was embarrassing at first, I quickly began enjoying myself,and soon my body was moving as if it had a will of its own. Brandon's large manly hands cupped the sides of my hips as he helped to support my body. After a while of enjoying himself watching me bounce and move on top of him, Brandon thrusted his hips upwards from the bed. “Do you like it? Do you enjoy doing it with your poor husband out of pity?” he asked tauntingly. I moaned loudly and cried out with his name when his hips suddenly jerked upwards and pounded his cock roughly upwards into my accepting hole. “Yes! Yes!” I cried out as I threw my head back and angled my pussy so that his hard rod could pierce against my pleasure spot.It felt like his cock had grown inside of me and it was now scraping out my insides with each of his rough and powerful thrust. I knew without a doubt now that he was feeling extremely fine or even better than his usual self. As his cock moved more smoothly in and out of me, it star
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I needed to leave him and as soon as possible, but I didn't know how I could achieve that. My past experiences have taught me quite directly that I couldn't truly run away from Bradon. Escaping from the mansion was unquestionably impossible. I could not run away, so that meant that I needed to get Bradon to agree to let me leave. My legs already felt weak, and I wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and shut my eyes to escape reality. I knew that I needed to talk to Bradon about ending our fake marriage as soon as possible, although I had no idea how to bring up the topic. Something told me that it might prove to be difficult to get Bradon to agree, and there was always a risk that he might react unpredictably.However, if everything he did was simply him just acting out his role and his feelings for me didn't truly exist, then that might be the solution to all of my problems. If he felt no attachment to me, then he should have no problem letting me go just as planned. After all
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The party ended early, yet it was quite eventful, at least for Bradon and myself. I felt like there was a storm raging inside of me all the while that we rode back to his mansion. It felt like there was something right at the tip of my tongue that I wanted to say, but yet I couldn't bring myself to say it. There were times when I thought that I fully understood myself and what I wanted, and yet at the very same time, I felt so confused and lost. The feelings that were struggling to take dominance inside of me did not make sense, and it made me feel as if my thoughts and my feelings were heading in the direct opposite direction of one another.Bradon's words of defiance as he confronted my father came back to me loud and clear:"Dahlia is not your daughter anymore, and neither am I one of the Vulkans. I will never let you take my wife..."I should have known that entering into this contract marriage with Bradon, while taking my sister's place, would somehow lead to blurring the line be
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"But..." I mumbled, but I could not bring myself to say anything else when my eyes met his. His beautiful lips curved into a teasing smile, and there was a certain sparkle in the depths of his eyes that captivated my attention. That was when I knew that although he probably disapproved of what I had just done, there was a part of him that was actually quite pleased. I found myself smiling sweetly back at him like I was some fool."You hit me? You vile bitch! I'm your father. I raised you!" my father screamed at me at the top of his lungs. Apparently, I wasn't the only one who had forgotten where we were and the fact that we were surrounded by other high-profile guests who were attending the party."Dahlia, how could you do something like that? How could you hurt your father? We never raised you to become like this," my mother said, with clear disappointment and shock on her facial features."Really? Because here I honestly thought that I was already disowned. Well, to be more accurate
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I was certain that just as many people hated her and blamed her for going against societal norms, there were probably just as many people who admired her, either openly or secretly as her fans. Perhaps to them, our sisterly duo act was the spice they needed in their endlessly boring lives."Don't you feel better from just seeing how everyone is welcoming us with open arms?" Diana continued before she raised her hand to wave at someone that she knew."Fine. I admit that you got your point across," I said as my eyes scanned the crowd that had gathered for the party. I could feel Bradon tensing at my side, and I knew that he had just spotted the two people that I least wanted to see at that moment. "Did you know about this?" I turned to ask Diana without hiding my shock."That they'll be here? I guess not, but why does it matter? You'd have run into them sooner or later. If you ask me, the sooner the better," Diana said with a careless shrug of her shoulders.I narrowed my eyes as I gla
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"You should go to bed," Bradon told me the moment that we stepped into the mansion. I knew that his suggestion was spot on because sleep was exactly what I needed to deal with what was to come. The media and everyone had undoubtedly gone wild as they both communicated and speculated on what was the truth and what were twisted lies from all the events that happened in the past that I shared with my sister.I switched off my phone when it wouldn't stop vibrating, without bothering to read the caller ID on the screen. I could already guess who would be calling me and also exactly what they had to say."It feels like my head is ready to explode," I confessed before smiling weakly at Bradon."Which is precisely why you should stop thinking or caring about anyone else and just get some shut-eye," Bradon said as he peeled away the mobile phone that I held in my hand. I let him do so without putting up any resistance because all I wanted to do was crawl into bed and hide under the sheets wit
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"My name is Diana, which can only mean that the Diana standing over there is, in fact, my twin sister, Dahlia. In fact, for the past months, I wasn't present, and the Diana that you knew had always been my sister acting out in my place," Diana explained as if it was something to be proud of.The crowd went wild, but I decided to focus my attention on the two figures that seemed so intent on ruining my life along with my sister’s. Our father had officially become our enemy, and at that moment, he looked like he might have started to regret pushing both of us over the edge. Mr. Malton, who, after all this time, clearly never regretted his actions and never realized that he should have been man enough to take responsibility. I was certain that even now, he was willing to destroy our reputation and our future—all for the sake of the money undoubtedly promised to him by our father. Desperate times truly call for desperate measures; that applied to our father but also to us as well.I could
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I found myself praying silently that Desmond could bring everything under control, but my prayers probably fell on deafened ears. Instead of Desmond stepping up to the podium, it was my sister who approached it instead."What is she doing?" I asked in a shaky whisper as I felt myself breaking into a cold sweat. It felt like my eyes were about to pop out of their sockets as I continued staring in bewilderment and disbelief at my sister, who stood with a beautiful smile behind the podium, the microphone very close to her lips. I turned to stare at Desmond and managed to lock gazes with him. I could tell that he was staring right back at me, and the way he nodded his head reassuringly was supposed to bring me some relief and keep me at ease, but it only made me even more nervous.I could tell that everyone in the crowd was staring daggers at my sister, even from where I was standing. It wasn't surprising, considering that everyone thought Diana was me. It felt like tight knots had formed
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Back to the present"Homewrecker! Homewrecker! Homewrecker!"The violent chanting continued and began seeping into my consciousness, dragging me back to the present. Disaster seemed to be staring me right in the face."Leya..." Bradon whispered my name right beside my ear.His presence close to me reminded me that, unlike that day back then, I wasn't alone. I had Bradon by my side, and, on top of that, everyone was here with me: Desmond and my sister. I suddenly felt a surge of confidence that made me believe that there could be a way out, one that would save us all from this dire situation my father had plotted against us.I had to admit that after leaving the country, I hadn't spared much thought for what would unfold after my departure. I never took care to follow up on any news-not that they would be made public-related to Mr. Malton's wife and child. I had no idea what happened to him or his family after that incident. My parents completely cut me off, and there was frankly no on
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"What have you done? Have you completely lost your mind?" my father yelled at me immediately when our family was gathered in private. His face was completely red with anger as his voice echoed in the room. My mother looked like she was on the verge of tears, and I could tell that she was more worried about our family rather than her own daughter. "News of your ridiculous and scandalous behavior is now all over the place!" my father continued yelling. As if to drive his message home, his mobile phone began ringing non-stop. One glance at the name displayed on the screen drove my father to the brink before he switched off the phone and threw it onto the floor. My mother let out a scream at my father's sudden violent outburst before sinking down onto the sofa as if she had lost all strength in her body.I took the opportunity to slowly take a seat, and Diana was by my side in an instant. I knew that the best way to brave out this storm was to keep quiet and not let his words get to me.
