Substitute Wife for the Mafia King R18-Chapter 162: Respecting My Decision

“At times like these, I suddenly get promoted...or demoted to be your husband,” he muttered before rolling his eyes at me.

I narrowed my eyes at him without missing his choice of words.

How could becoming my husband be viewed as a demotion?

“What is that supposed to mean? Why? Are you telling me that you’re dying to do a kiss scene with me? That crazy director is going to make us kiss for at least ten times until we do it right...” I pointed out as I started to feel even more frustrated than before.

Just thinking about it made me mad and disgusted. I knew without actually reading the script that everything that they had in mind was going to be some cliché and tasteless romantic garbage. My thoughts were cut short when Bradon suddenly grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down onto the sofa. I let out a small cry of surprise as I found myself trapped between him and the sofa. Bradon loomed over me and I could see raw desire dancing in his blue eyes.

“Shall we continue with our practice?” He asked.

“No! Absolutely not!” I cried out as I struggled under him.

“You seemed to be enjoying yourself so much earlier...” he said knowingly as his hand began stroking the side of my thigh through my dress.

My body stiffened under him as I tried to stop my body from reacting to everything that he was doing to me. We just arrived at our honeymoon destination and Bradon was already eager to get it on. I couldn’t even begin to imagine how many times he would do something like this before our honeymoon came to an end.

“Didn’t they say that it would be time for dinner soon?” I asked sweetly to remind him that we didn’t exactly have time for this.

“I won’t mind having you for dinner instead,” he replied casually.

“Get off me...” I muttered.

“Why? Are you scared that you’ll have to beg me for it?” Bradon asked as he moved his face closer to mine

I turned my head away to avoid his kiss. He didn’t seem to mind my resistance, if anything he seemed to be enjoying himself immensely as he shifted his attention to pulling up my dress to reveal my legs. His hand was on my naked thigh and then he began stroking upwards. Inch by inch his hand caressed its way up my thigh before he began caressing it boldly up and down. My pussy clenched from the impact of his caresses and it was all that I could do to stop my hips from moving suggestively.

“Bradon...please...” I pleaded in a soft whisper.

“This isn’t enough for you, is it? You want more...” he said with confidence.

I wasn’t sure what I wanted any more at that moment. When I opened my mouth, I found out that I wasn’t sure what I wanted to say. The sudden knock on the door of our room saved me from making that decision.

“I guess it’s really time for dinner...” I said before letting out a giggle.

Bradon stared at the direction of the door before cursing fluently.

...

“That’s not quite what I had in mind. Let’s try it again. Smile at her first, then slowly move the fork closer to her lips. Keep smiling as you feed her. The key is to take things slow...” the director instructed.

Bradon looked like he was ready to jump out of his seat and wring the director’s neck and I couldn’t blame him because I felt like I was ready to do the same. This was almost the tenth time that we had to take turns feeding each other food.

I mean, how hard can it possibly be?

The director was clearly being too picky and the fact that I haven’t had any real food was getting on my nerves. The dinner set up that they prepared for us looked straight out of a romantic movie scene. Warm light lighting up the beach at night along with candlelight. A table or two filled with food. Flower decorations on the table and all around us on the sand.

“What about we skip...” I suggested while trying to sound polite as I imagined how Diana would get herself out of a situation like this.

“To the kiss scene?” The director finished my sentence off for me.

The kiss scene?

I didn’t have the time to check the script that Bradon mentioned but since the director had just mentioned it, I guess what Bradon said was really true. Skipping the feeding scene to the kiss scene wasn’t at all what I had in mind. I thought that I hated the idea so much before but now that it was really about to happen, I found myself dreading it even more.

“We’re not doing it,” Bradon suddenly blurted.

“But it’s in the script...” the director replied.

“We’re not going to do it. Can’t you see just how uncomfortable my wife is?” he said as he nodded his head in my direction.

“Well...” the director murmured hesitantly.

“Even if we end up doing it, it won’t turn out the way that you’re hoping that it would. Might as well save us all the pain of going through with it. Plus, I’m not going to let you or anyone force my wife to do something that she doesn’t want to do,” Bradon said sternly.

I was too stunned to say anything so all I did was nod along with everything that Bradon was saying. My discomfort must have really shown on my face. Since he teased me about it and put me through all that practice, I thought that he wanted to act out the scene. I looked at how he was now glaring oppressively in the director’s direction and felt a fluttering sensation in my chest.

Is he...trying to help me out?

“Let’s move on. Why don’t we just take that scene where we stroll along the beach. After that, let’s just call it a day,” Bradon suggested before smiling his polite and calm smile.

–To be continued...