Substitute Wife for the Mafia King R18-Chapter 152: Fake Confession

“Stop playing these games,” he warned as his hand tightened again on my upper arms.

It was as if he thought that if he held me tighter and shook my body, his words would sink right into my head and an understanding would form between us. Sadly, things weren’t at all that simple.

“Why? Do you regret saving me now that you know the truth?” I demanded to know as I glared back at him.

“Dahlia...” he hissed my name.

“You think I’m a horrible person, don’t you? I hurt Daphne and I even used you. I knew you would come and save me whether you liked it or not. You can’t let me get hurt...” I stated while I wondered just how much of those words were true.

“Don’t ever do something like this again,” he warned, and I could tell that he was dead serious. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

“Aren’t you shocked...that I really pushed her down the stairs?” I asked before I could stop that foolish question from escaping my lips.

Of course, I already knew the answer. I even knew that his answer would somehow end up hurting me, but I just wanted to hear it. When the incident happened and I confessed to pushing Daphne down the stairs as an ‘accident’, no one had any issues believing that I had turned into a violent monster that could even hurt the girl who was supposed to be my best friend. At first, I bore some hope deep inside of me that someone would say something in my defense. I had hoped that someone would speak out and say that I didn’t do it and that it wasn’t at all like me.

The opposite happened and I realized that my wish and hope had to quickly be discarded aside. Everyone seemed to believe that the incident fitted perfectly with the person that I was and would become. It was as if they were waiting for something like that to happen so that they would all have the opportunity to enjoy the drama at the expense of my downfall. Being as young as I was then, it made me feel like I had nothing to fight for. I lost all desire to right the wrong and defend myself against any rumors that were started against me. I simply thought that if what they really wanted was to turn me into a villainess, then I would become the most impressive villainess in high society that they have ever seen.

“Why does something like that even matter?” Bradon asked emotionlessly.

I stared into his eyes to see that they were void of emotions and interest. It felt like he truly didn’t care about everything that I had told him. Once again, I failed to understand what he was thinking.

“...What?” I asked in a whisper as I narrowed my eyes suspiciously at him.

“So what if you pushed her down the stairs? Why should I care about such a trivial thing and why should it even matter? I wouldn’t even give two fucks even if you murdered her...” he said coldly.

The way his unwavering gaze looked deeply into my eyes told me that he was serious regardless of how dark and twisted his words were. In fact, I wondered if he knew just how crazy what he said really was. I smirked and then let out a small scoff when I realized that there was probably nothing that I could do or say that would turn this guy off.

“As long as you’re not hurt, nothing else matters...” Bradon surmised.

As long as I wasn’t hurt...?

His words surprised me and pained me at the same time. A brief thought crossed my mind that made me wish that I could tell him the truth behind the incident; however, it felt enough that he wasn’t blaming me for what happened. When his hand reached out to cup the side of my face and he brought his face closer to mine, I didn’t resist and did not look away. His touch felt so warm that it almost felt hot against my cool skin. My heart raced faster in my chest and for a moment I was at a loss for words. His touch felt gentle when his fingers began stroking their way down from my cheek to the side of my neck. My body stiffened and it took a lot of effort to stop myself from moaning from the pleasure of his caress.

His fingers progressed slowly downward from the sensitive skin of my neck to my collarbone. I could feel his eyes following his fingers as they brushed ever so slow and gently against my collarbone. My body suddenly felt so sensitive, and a stirring feeling started to develop in my lower abdomen.

“Bradon...” I whimpered his name in a breathless whisper.

His face approached mine, and a moment later, his lips fitted perfectly with mine as he captured them in a kiss. His lips moving against mine softly as if he was testing the waters made my core quiver. Bradon slowly applied more pressure as he pressed his lips against mine while his hands began stroking the curve of my waist before dripping lower to cup the side of my hips. I moaned softly into our kiss as I closed my eyes to focus on the blissful sensation of his lips moving against mine.

Bradon quickly closed the distance between our bodies as he hugged me to him. With my body pressed up against his, I could feel the hardness of his arousal against my belly as the tip of his wet tongue sought entry into my mouth. It didn’t feel rushed, and he wasn’t being rough with me but that only made me realize just how naturally I wanted him. The sudden realization frightened me and tugged at my heartstrings. It felt consuming and confusing at the same time.

“Bradon...” I called his name after breaking our kiss.

I pressed my hand against his chest as I looked away from him. It felt impossible for me to calm the wild beating of my heart or the heat that now burned deep within my belly.

--To be continued...