Substitute Wife for the Mafia King R18-Chapter 161: Practice Kiss

“Practice...what?” I asked softly as I leaned back to put some distance between us.

For a moment, I was once again conscious of the fact that I was alone in a room with Bradon and the comfortable-looking bed wasn’t too far from where we were. I could feel a fluttering feeling in my chest as Bradon continued staring deeply into my eyes. His eyes looked so captivating and so alive as he looked at me. I bit down on my lower lip when my gaze dropped to his perfectly-formed lips that were moving closer and closer to my face.

He’s going to kiss me...

Before I would lose myself in his seductive gaze, I placed a hand flat against his hard chest to hold him off. Bradon seemed slightly surprised before his face transformed into a look of amusement at my attempt to stop what he was about to do.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked as I got on the defensive.

“Practicing...” he replied before his lip curved into an alluring smile that made my heart ache in my chest.

“...What?” I muttered in confusion.

At that point, I would rather he come out and tell me that he wanted to kiss me or that he was feeling in the mood or that I looked too tempting rather than for him to say that it was for the sake of practicing. On top of that, I wasn’t at all sure what exactly we were supposed to be practicing for. My eyes widened in slight shock when his hand suddenly covered mine, pressing it harder against his chest. I could feel his heart beat against the palm of my hand. That fleeting moment when I lost my focus ended up costing me a kiss. I felt his lips press firmly against mine and then I was making small whimpering sounds deep in my throat.

Bradon’s hand squeezed mine as his lips began moving on mine. His kiss felt hungry and demanding. My lips began moving along with his before I parted them to welcome his wet tongue into the depths of my mouth. Bradon moaned softly and I could feel his satisfaction as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. His taste and his heat filled my mouth as our tongues began entwining. I already had an ominous feeling that something very physical and intimate would happen between us when the topic of us going on a honeymoon together came up; however, I didn’t think that he would attack me so shamelessly like this when the trip had just started.

It wasn’t even dark yet and the first night together on our fake honeymoon trip hadn’t even started. Bradon bit softly on my lower lip and I opened my eyes to see him staring at me. The look of disapproval in his eyes told me that he could tell that I had lost focus. When he slipped his tongue into my mouth again, I closed my eyes and focused on kissing him back. The way our tongues moved together felt so pleasurable and it reminded me of the pleasure of his body moving on top of mine.

His other hand moved to stroke my back before slowly dipping down to caress my waist. I almost couldn’t stop my body from squirming from the pleasure of his touch. My core throbbed and heated up so fast as I felt a pleasurable ache starting to form in between my legs. Bradon was so good at turning me on, and I was sure that he had realized that as well. I hated this weakness of mine, but I didn’t have a good way to deal with it. His intoxicating kiss sent my mind into a haze, and I was ready to melt in his arms. The throbbing tightness in my lower abdomen told me just how much I wanted him already. Suddenly, Bradon broke our kiss and distanced himself from me.

My eyes snapped open at his sudden withdrawal. Bradon had a mischievous look on his face as his beautiful fingers approached my lips. I stared at him as he caressed my lower lip with the tip of his fingers. I hated how he could always make me yearn for more and I hated how he loved to play and tease me as well. He let out a soft chuckle when I swatted his hand away from my face.

“There’s a kiss scene after dinner while we take a stroll along the beach at night under the shining stars or something...” he explained casually.

“There is?” I exclaimed in disbelief.

I should have seen something like that coming but all I did was eyeball what was in bold on the script which was pretty much nothing more than the names of the scene in short. It was very scheming yet very expected for them to add in a kiss scene just to get more of the public’s attention. I cursed them all silently in my head for using us like puppets for show.

“You didn’t read the script?” Bradon asked as he smirked at me.

“Wait? You’re telling me that you actually read the script?!” I asked quite loudly when I caught on to what he was saying.

The way that he grinned at me with a mischievous spark in his blue eyes told me that he wasn’t lying. There really was a kiss scene in the script. My heart began beating faster in my chest and for a moment I was too stunned at how serious this was turning out to be. It wasn’t like I hadn’t kissed Bradon before and it wasn’t like we hadn’t kissed on live television before. However, that was supposed to be a ceremonial kiss during our wedding.

“I’m not doing it. I’m not doing any bullshit kiss scene. What do they take me for? I’m not some actress and I’m not even getting paid to do this,” I said defiantly.

“You can tell your father that,” he said as he leaned back against the back of the sofa.

“What are you saying? You’re my husband and you’re supposed to be taking my side!” I quickly reminded him.

–To be continued...