Substitute Wife for the Mafia King R18-Chapter 157: Annoying Regret

Bradon must have realized it because he grabbed my legs and helped wrap them around his hips before his hands dipped under my ass.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked in a low seductive whisper.

I nodded my head because I felt too overwhelmed with emotions to reply to him in words. To my surprised, Bradon suddenly kissed my lips. It felt too good and I found myself accepting his kiss without a second thought as my lips automatically parted to welcome the entrance of his hot and wet tongue. Our tongues danced passionately and then his cock began moving inside of me again. The weight of my body made it feel like his cock was reaching even deeper inside of me.

Bradon held my hips where he wanted it so that each time he drove his massive manhood into me, it felt so rough and so deep. His cock hit hard against my womb with each thrust and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to my release.

“I’m...going to cum...” I confessed in a soft whisper.

All I could do was moan and then cry out his name as he screwed his cock faster and harder into me. It felt like the hot tight coil that was twisting inside of my core was ready to snap at any moment and with it my sanity would be gone. Despite knowing that, I so desperately wanted to surrender to it and just let the heat of the moment take over. I whimpered his name before crying out when my climax finally possessed me. My mind went blank for a moment as my body naturally spasmed. Bradon continued holding me as his cock pounded relentlessly in and out of my flooded depths.

It wasn’t much long after when I felt the hot heat of his release shooting deeply inside of me as he filled me up with his cum. His heat flooded my insides and warmed my belly as I made small whimpering sounds in my throat. It felt so hot but not as hot as the way that his lips captured mine in a passionate kiss.

...

“Do you think my face will be swollen tomorrow?” I asked as I looked at my face in the mirror’s reflection.

I had completely no recollection of how I ended up in my bedroom. The last thing I remembered was sharing a hot and wet kiss with him while his cock was busy pumping his seed into my womb. The thought made me feel funny inside, but it wasn’t an unpleasant sensation. My lower abdomen throbbed, and my pussy felt well or even over utilized. My mind felt slightly fuzzy from the short nap that I had just taken. I stared into the mirror as I turned my face from side to side to inspect if my cheeks looked different from each other.

“Let’s put some ice on it. I’ll get some for you,” Bradon offered as he came to stand by my side in front of the mirror.

He was completely naked, and I found it a little difficult to keep my eyes from wandering down his body. I wished that he would have the decency to at least wrap a towel or something around his hips, but Bradon looked completely comfortable in his own skin. Then again, I found myself feeling a little stupid to expect that kind of decency from him.

“I shouldn’t have let her hit me. I should have slapped her back...” I muttered with a mix of regret and annoyance.

“Why didn’t you?” he asked teasingly.

I glared at him through the mirror as our eyes met. I had many reasons, and I was actually too shock to do anything. The fact that she summoned so many men to pull that awful stunt on me didn’t help either. I never thought that Daphne had turned totally insane.

“I was too busy acting as Diana...” I replied in short.

Well, the version of Diana that everyone expects to see anyways...

“When you couldn’t find me...were you panicked?” I asked after a moment of silence.

“Why are you asking?” he replied with a question of his own.

His tone gave absolutely nothing away and it was clear that he wasn’t about to volunteer any more information. I suppressed the urge to let out a sigh as I willingly decided to let things slide. He did turn up to save me, so maybe nothing else mattered.

“Umm...nevermind...” I mumbled as I refocused my attention on inspecting my face.

Even I had no idea why I asked him something so irrelevant like that as if it mattered what he thought or how he felt. More realistically, he probably just felt like everything that happened was just another hassle and another inconvenience that he had to deal with.

My face didn’t feel at all bad and it didn’t look bad, then again, not that much time had passed so it might swell up by the time that morning arrives tomorrow. I wasn’t someone who would fuss over my appearance unless it was absolutely necessary, but it was super necessary at that moment. My face was so important because it was also serving as Diana’s face.

“I’ll get you some ice...” he said emotionlessly.

I watched in the mirror as Brandon turned to leave. For some reason, I didn’t quite like seeing him leave. Maybe I was scared of being alone after what had just happened with Daphne. I started feeling slightly uncomfortable inside.

“I was a little panicked...but...I also believed that you would find me...” I said as I turned around.

My sudden words surprised me, and I wasn’t sure why I was the one answering my own question. If my words meant anything to Bradon, he was too good at keeping his cool to show it. Brandon turned around to face me at the sound of my voice and our eyes met. I was too shocked with what I had just confessed to fully understand why I said something like that. Brandon just looked at me with an unreadable expression on his face before he turned and headed for the door without saying anything.

-- To be continued...