I felt a frown crease between my brows as I began struggling to understand my own feelings and what it was that I wanted.Do I want him to keep me away from Bradon? Is that it?Does Anthony even know that his brother had taken his place at his wedding?At first, I wanted to get Anthony to help me get out of my house-arrest but now that I could come out of the mansion, I wasn’t sure what it was that I wanted. My conflicted feelings and hesitation led to an awkward silence that seemed to stretch for far too long.“Things have been quite complicated for me. As you probably know, I took my sister’s place at her wedding and…your brother took your place,” I said as I felt my throat suddenly turn dry.“I see. You’re living with Bradon right now, aren’t you?” he asked casually.“Yes, I am…” I replied truthfully.“How is it? Living with my brother…” he asked.For a moment, I thought that he might be worried about me, but I didn’t dare to let that feeling blossom into hope in the fear that I mi
My vison became blurring as I stared at Anthony’s face. I suddenly realized that my tears were responsible for blurring my vision and that if I blinked, they would freely roll down my face. I didn’t want to have an emotional breakdown like this, but I figured that it might not be entirely bad. Anthony deserves to see me suffering and miserable. If my tears could sway him just a little, then it might just be worth it.I lifted my fingers up to dab at my eyes as I heard Anthony let out a soft sigh. I knew that he wouldn’t leave me crying like that without doing anything because he was just too nice of a person. I felt slightly rotten inside for using this against him, but it wasn’t like my tears were completely insincere either. Anthony stood up and came to sit next to me on the sofa.“I guess it must have been very painful for you to live with my brother…” he said as he patted my back comfortingly.“He’s…quite difficult…” I murmured in reply.The hand that had been gently stroking my b
His lips were on mine before I could properly register what was happening. Oddly enough, I wasn’t all that surprised as if I had expected our argument to lead to this. Whenever he couldn’t answer my bothersome questions, Bradon would silence me with a kiss. It felt like it was a part of his habit or his strategy of distracting me. The way his lips moved against mine as he kissed me felt desperate and insistent.His hand moved to fondle my breasts over my clothes, and I knew that he wasn’t willing to stop this at just a simple kiss. We were in Anthony’s office but that didn’t seem to bother or distract Bradon from what he wanted to do to me at all. His touch on my breasts was rough as he squeezed and kneaded my breasts with his hand. His kiss became more demanding as he crushed his lips seductively against mine from various angles while his other hand trailed down from my chin to caress my neck before slipping into the neckline of my dress.“Mhmm…” I heard myself moaning into our kiss
My eyes widened and my body stiffened when he began tying my writs together with his necktie. My instinct and gut feeling was spot on when they told me that he wasn’t just simply stripping himself. I wondered if this was his preference before letting out a small scoff. I should have known that I wouldn’t be so lucky. Just as I had thought before, I would be overly lucky if rough and aggressive sex was the extent to his preferences.“I think I should start screaming…” I declared when he finished restraining my wrists together.No matter what he did, we were still in Anthony’s office and his secretary was right outside the door. If I were to scream, I was sure that she would come running to check what was wrong. When that happened, Bradon would have no choice but to stop what he was doing. His lips curved into a smile that told me that he was enjoying himself despite my threat.Bradon pulled me onto his lap as he wrapped his arm around my midsection. I ended up letting out a cry when hi
It didn’t take long for me to desire more of his touch. His experienced fingertip massaged the hardened love seed in between my legs while I wished that his hand would slip inside my panties to touch me there directly.My need for him raged a war inside my head against my ability to think straight and it felt like a battle that I had no way of winning. I wanted to touch him as well but the fact that my hands were bound wouldn’t allow that and it started to frustrate me. Just when I thought that I might have to beg for him to touch my pussy, his hand slipped inside my panties before his fingers delved into the wet slit in between my legs.“Ahhh…Bradon…” I moaned before calling his name in such a sweet and seductive voice that surprised even myself.“Your pussy is so naughty, Dahlia, and naughty girls need to be punished properly,” he said in a seductive drawl.I moaned as my hips moved to rotate my pussy against the hardness of his fingers. Bradon stroked his fingers up and down the le
“He wouldn’t do something like this,” I turned to snapped at him.“How can you be so sure?” he challenged before he chuckled softly.“Ahh…” I whimpered when he slowly pulled his fingers out of my love opening.The feeling of his finger sliding extra slowly against my pussy walls made me suck in a breath from the pleasure that welled up inside of my belly. I felt my wetness rushing out of the opening in between my legs as his fingers left my body.“Let’s continue. You haven’t had enough, have you?” he asked as if he knew exactly how I was feeling.With our bodies pressed up against each other’s, it was hard to ignore the hardness that had been pressing against my back. I could tell that Bradon’s cock was rock hard. In fact, I had felt his hardness grinding against my backside for a while now and just thinking of his cock entering me made my body tremble a little. I could tell from the hardness of his cock that my punishment was far from over. In fact, it may have just started and there
“This position isn’t bad. I can play with all of you so easily…” he whispered into my ear.“Ahh…” I whimpered as my head rolled against his chest.His large hands cupped my breasts before he began massaging them playfully. It felt so good to have my breasts fondled with while I had his cock buried inside of me. My pussy clenched repeatedly around his cock as he moved to pay loving attention to my throbbing nipples.“That’s it. Squeeze my cock with you pussy…” he whispered seductively close to my ear.His touch and his words worked to turn me on even more. I could feel my pussy getting hotter and wetter. It was true that in this position, his hands were free to play with my body the way that he pleased.“Move your hips, Dahlia. Don’t you want to ride my cock?” he asked knowingly.“Ahh…Bradon…Ahh…” I moaned while whimpering his name as I began moving my hips just as he had urged me to.Just like me, I could tell that he also wanted to feel the pleasure from my pussy rubbing against his
In one smooth movement, the tie came undone, and my hands were free again. Just when I thought that things might be over between us, I felt his hands on my shoulders as his weight shifted slight under me.“Stand up and bend over…” he instructed casually.“Wait…” I murmured as I tried to turn around to face him.Bradon didn’t bother to acknowledge my hesitant plead as he stood up while bringing me along with him. My feet landed on the floor and that was when I found out just how weak my legs truly felt. On top of that, my insides felt like such a wet mess. I felt lost when his hands moved to spin me around so that I was facing the sofa.“Bradon…” I whispered his name.My hands landed on the seat of the sofa as Bradon leaned his large frame over me. I immediately knew what he had in mind, and I cursed the way that my pussy clenched as if it was excited about what was to come. Now I understood why he had decided to free my hands.“I’m not finished with you yet,” he said from behind me.I
My heartbeat thundered in my ears as I approached them. The three of them were engaged in such an intense conversation that, at first, they did not recognize my presence. Diana's voice was the first that came to me. Her voice was shaky, as if she was barely holding herself together."The doctor said that there's no change in his condition. Anthony is still unresponsive, although it's been months, and this whole thing with the snipers is only making it worse..." Diana said.I came to a stop as my mind struggled to process her words. My heartbeat grew even faster in my chest, and for a moment I thought that perhaps I had misheard my own sister. What did she mean when she said that Anthony is still unresponsive?Diana already knew that Bradon had taken Anthony's place, and that meant that the man who was shot was none other than Bradon. Yet how was it possible that Anthony was the one who was unresponsive? Nothing made sense to me at that moment. It felt like I was missing a very key pie
It hurt me more than anything to realize that I couldn't blame him, even if he did that, because I was the one who betrayed him first. I left him without a word or farewell, running away from him as if he were the one who had done something wrong. Memories of our time together came back like waves. The fake honeymoon that we enjoyed together felt more real than anything, right at that moment. I remembered the way that he would laugh whenever he let his guard down on the nights when we enjoyed each other's company simply as our true selves, and the dangerous world outside and our identities didn't need to complicate things for us.There was a time when I thought that love was enough, but a small voice inside of me reminded me not to be so foolish. As time slipped by, I found myself praying that the door would just swing open and that Bradon would be standing there with his arms wide open. I wanted nothing more than to be held in his arms once again. I had to admit to myself that, with
"Where is this?" I asked without hiding my suspicion. I knew very well where the Vulkan mansion was located and also what it looked like, and the place that we had just parked in front of couldn't look more different than the mansion that I remembered."You didn't think that we would take you to our home, did you?" Mrs. Vulkan snapped before looking away with a clear look of disgust on her face."I guess your home would be the first place that Bradon would look when he finds me missing," I replied dismissively."No more chit chat," Bradon's father said as he urged me out of the car.I told myself that it did make sense that they would find a place for me to stay, but did it have to be such a shabby-looking place? The isolated low-rise building looked like it could use a round of maintenance. The room that they led me to was simple, with a single bed, a television, a desk, and absolutely no windows."How long am I supposed to stay here? I thought we made an agreement that you would h
"Why would my son want to keep you here?" Mr. Vulkan asked as his eyes seemed to search my face for the answer that he was looking for. "How am I supposed to know? Maybe he hasn't had enough of me yet..." I replied before showing them a fake yet extremely sweet smile. "Even if he isn't considered a normal member of our family, I still can't have you associating with him," he continued on as if he was lecturing me of my lack of worth. "I just told you that I'm not the one begging to stay here and with him," I replied coldly. I had hoped that by then it had become plain obvious what I wanted the two of them to do for me. With their help, I was certain that they could find a way to get me out of Bradon's mansion. Bradon wasn't around, so the next in command was Zain, whom I did not think could directly stand up against the head of the Vulkan family. At least, that was where I decided to place my bets at that point in time. "So you want to leave but he won't let you? Is that what you
I quickly followed them inside, sensing that the two of them were here looking for trouble. One glance at Zain, and I could tell that he was already informing Bradon of their unexpected arrival. It wasn't like Zain could throw out Bradon's father and stepmother, so I could understand the pitiful position that he suddenly found himself in. I straightened my back and followed them further inside, thinking to myself that I needed to hold the fort until Bradon returned. Whatever it was that they wanted, I needed to make sure to find out.The two of them sat comfortably on the sofa as if they were in their own house by the time I made it to the living room. The fact that neither of us spoke a single word as I sat down on the sofa only made the tension in the room skyrocket."I'm sure that Bradon will be back soon," I said, more to tell myself than to tell them."Why are you still here?" Mr. Vulkan asked as he turned his cold gaze in my direction.The way that he looked at me left no room f
**A few days later**"How many times do I have to tell you? You can't keep me locked up in here!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, my hands clenching into tight fists. I could feel the blood rushing to my face as anger and frustration took over.Over the past few days, I had already lost count of the number of times Bradon and I had had this argument. For some reason that I could not comprehend, my life as a prisoner inside his household had resumed. There must have been a change in Bradon that I couldn't fully understand-something that had led him to decide to keep me under house arrest. Going out was no longer an option, even if I was escorted."You may leave when I tell you that you can," Bradon replied with the same infuriatingly calm response he always gave, his tone ticking me off even more."Listen, I'm not doing this because I want to be selfish. If there's a reason why you can't let me go outside, then please just let me know, and I'll try to be understanding," I said, taking
"I'll try not to come back late," Bradon replied without any further explanations. I only managed to simply nod my head before he was already out of the living room. The look that Bradon gave me told me to hold my tongue and not ask him any questions. I knew very well that asking him anything would be useless because he most likely wouldn't give me any kind of answer. As I stared at the doorway, my mind became even more unsettled than before. Something was definitely going on and Bradon was keeping it away from me. "Probably just work..." I mumbled to myself. It wasn't unusual for Bradon not to tell me much about matters related to his work, and I never minded. A sigh escaped my lips when I realized that I had officially failed once again. The worst part was that I felt very relieved at the very same time. Bradon's parting words, telling me that he would hurry back home gave me something to look forward to and that made me realize just how much I yearned to be with him. "Stop it,
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
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