Substitute Wife for the Mafia King R18-Chapter 227: Dirty Desire

“What is it?” Jenna asked even before I could.

“Master...he’s back...” the maid reported while seemingly struggling to breathe. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Bradon is back?!

I stared speechlessly at Jenna and Bella. Their wide-eyed look of surprise must have reflected my own reaction. There was still some time left before dinner time and Bradon hadn’t come home this early since the day that we had our argument.

“What should I do?” I murmured as I started to panic a little.

Jenna and Bella looked too stunned to say anything as they both stared at me. That was when it fully hit me that I must have looked like an unpresentable mess after all the cooking that I just went through. I was so certain that Bradon would come home late just like he always did recently and I counted on that to give me the time to wash and dress up. I lifted the apron that I had on slightly as I stared at it. My body was sweaty and my hair was messy and unstyled.

“Please tell Bradon to wait for me in the dining room. You can start serving the food that’s done and setting up the table,” I instructed as I rushed toward the door.

There was nothing but a quick shower on my mind as I raced toward the kitchen door. I opened the door and ran into something that felt quite solid.

“Ouch...” I exclaimed with my eyes closed as I reached up a hand to rub my forehead.

“Where are you going?” a cold and very familiar deep voice asked.

I knew without opening my eyes who the owner of that voice was. Once again, I felt like luck and the god of ‘right timing’ were rarely on my side.

Why did he turn up here? He never comes to the kitchen...

“Umm...Welcome back?” I said as I peered hesitantly up into his face.

I had never felt so unclean and not ready to meet someone before in my life. My body was sweaty and I was sure that I stank. I didn’t have any make-up on, my hair was a mess, I was still wearing an apron on top of my casual dress. Overall, I wasn’t in the state to welcome my husband home to a romantic home-cooked dinner.

“I should go take a shower. I’ll be back real quick so you can wait in the dining room...” I quickly said to excuse myself.

Bradon stared at my face for a moment before his eyes slowly traveled down my body. His intense gaze made me feel uncomfortable and made me think that he was judging me for how poorly dressed I was. Unbelievably, I had to be in such a state when he made the effort to come home early to have dinner with me.

This is a disaster...

“Leave,” Bradon ordered coldly.

“Alright. I know I need to take a shower right now...” I mumbled softly after wincing at his cold words of dismissal.

Just when I tried walking past him to exit from the kitchen, I felt him grab my elbow before pulling me back. I turned in shock to find him staring right back at me.

“Not you. Everyone else, leave and don’t come back,” he said to me before instructing everyone else to leave.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of him as I heard the sounds of movement when everyone quickly made their way past us and out of the kitchen. The door closed with a soft thud and we were the only people left in the room. I didn’t miss out on Bradon’s precise instructions for everyone to leave and to never come back. A lump formed in my throat as I stared into his intense blue eyes.

Tension skyrocketed in the air now that we were alone and I didn’t know what he wanted or what I should say to him. Being alone with him felt suffocating and I found myself even more intimidated because I didn’t look presentable. The longer he stared at me, the more conscious I was of his close proximity and the fact that I stank and looked like a mess. Embarrassment mixed with a hint of shame made me lose even more confidence.

“I should go...” I muttered softly as I tried to pull my arm away from his grip.

“Where do you think you’re going, Dahlia?” he asked as his grip tightened like a warning on my arm.

“I should shower. I’m dirty...” I replied in short as I tried to avoid meeting his eyes again.

“Stay. You’re not dirty,” he said as he pulled me closer to him.

There was no time for me to form any words of protest before I felt his fingers trapping my chin in between them and then his lips were crushing down on mine. My eyes widened in shock when I realized that he was kissing me. The warmth of his lips felt almost hot against my own. I recoiled in shock but Bradon’s arms around my waist held me close and prevented my escape as his lips moved to seduce my own.

His hands moved to stroke the small of my back before moving up to stroke my hair. All the while, his lips moved hungrily against mine until I had no choice but to part my lips to welcome the wet heat of his exploring tongue. Bradon wedged his tongue in between my slightly parted lips before thrusting it all the way into the wet depths of my mouth. His familiar taste filled my mouth along with a heat that closely resembled yearning. It shocked me a little when I had to admit to myself that I must have missed his kisses. Our tongues danced naturally against each other in a passionate dance until I was making small whimpering sounds in my throat.

Pleasure flooded my mind and it didn’t take long for me to kiss him back just as fervently. For a moment, all I could focus on was the bliss of our heated kiss. I forgot everything about where we were and what we were actually supposed to be doing.

–To be continued...