All Chapters of Substitute Wife for the Mafia King: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

The wind blew all around us and I could hear the rustling of leaves from the trees close by. The sea wasn’t far off and I could smell the unique scent of the ocean. It was getting dark quite fast but I didn’t want to go back inside until we finished our conversation properly. “You’re right. It’s my fault for leaving you here. Although you seemed to have enjoyed yourself immensely while I was gone, I’ll stick to my offer to buy you whatever that you want,” he said emotionlessly. I was quite surprised that he was freely admitting that it was his fault for leaving me, although I did not miss that he hadn’t exactly offered me words of apology. Then again, I wasn’t dying to hear him say ‘sorry’. Instead, there was something that I wanted but it was something that his money couldn’t buy. “There’s something that I want from you, and lucky for you, you don’t even have to pay to give it to me,” I said as I took a step towards him to close the distance between us. “What is it that you want?

“Anthony did something very similar before. There was this birthday party of one of our mutual friends. We were all invited to the party and ended up going together. I didn’t want to be there but Diana was insistent on dragging me along. I remember I felt like such a third wheel and I hated it…” I said in a light tone as I recalled my memories from that day. Surprisingly, I found it easier to recount the story to Bradon now that I have started. I had no idea why I was suddenly telling him this or why I suddenly felt so talkative but it felt better than the silence that dwelled between us just a short while before. Even more surprisingly, was the fact that Bradon was silently and willingly listening to my tale. “Someone said something that pissed me off and I decided to escape rather than making a scene. I didn’t want to ruin Diana’s date with Anthony, so I just walked away alone into the garden at the back of their mansion. This is going to sound so stupid, but it was dark and I was

I wanted him so badly that it felt like I was about to lose my mind. Bradon enjoyed teasing me and watching my reaction. “Can you feel my fingers slowly entering you? It’s so wet and so hot inside you…” he asked seductively. I could feel it so distinctively. His thick and long fingers painfully slowly sliding deeper and deeper into my love tunnel. His fingers stretched my pussy walls and slowly filled me up inside while I made small whimpering sounds in my throat at the pleasure that burst forth inside of me. “Ahh…it’s so good…” I moaned when he buried his fingers deeply into me. Bradon pulled his fingers slowly out of me before thrusting it all the way inside again. It felt like I finally got what I wished so desperately for when he began slamming his fingers hard in and out of my flooded love entrance. I couldn't believe how wet he had made me. His fingers pounded mercilessly against my pleasure spot. I cried out as my body writhed from pure ecstasy on the bed. “There’s no need

I moaned his name as my hips moved backwards to match the rhythm of his thrusts while my pussy welcomed the penetration of his cock into me. Bradon was clearly not used to taking things easy and slow. It didn’t take long for his gentle and patient thrusts to gather speed. I cried out when he began pounding my pussy faster and harder with his thick shaft as his hand held my thigh to lift and spread my leg upward. His crotch slapped faster and harder against my behind as he rammed his dick into me.“Ahh…Ahh…Not so…fast…” I protested in between my impassioned moans. Despite what I was saying, I had to admit that it felt good and I was enjoying myself. It felt amazing before but it felt more like it for us this way. Just when I thought that things couldn’t get better, Bradon reached a hand in front of me before shoving it in between my thighs. “Oh…please!” I cried out when I felt him stroking my swollen clit. The double pleasure from his cock aggressively pumping into my hole and his f

Everyone at the mansion seemed overjoyed to have us back. We were greeted with long lines of staff who came out to bid us welcome back home. It was a sight that I wasn’t at all used to. More than anything, the warm and pleasant atmosphere that marked our return from our honeymoon trip felt like nothing that I had ever experienced before while I was living in the Alnault house. “Let’s go inside,” Bradon said as he casually took my hand in his. Some of the staff were clearly not used to seeing us getting so close. I could tell from the way they whispered softly to each other and the look on their faces. Even I wondered when it started to feel so natural for him to take my hand like this. I turned and offered some of the maids a smile as they were staring at us and that made them look away in embarrassment. For no good reason, I was in a very good mood ever since we landed. The island felt like a blessing from mother nature, but returning to the mansion clearly offered its comfort. Al