Substitute Wife for the Mafia King R18-Chapter 249: Changes in Us
I had to admit that I didn’t understand what was happening and what led to this outcome. However, I had to also admit that being kissed by him felt much better than having him yell at me. Despite that, I could still feel his anger and then his frustration as he continued kissing me.
“Mhmm...” I let out another moan when his hand cupped my chin and his fingers pressed against my cheeks to urge me to part my lips to welcome his tongue.
Bradon thrusted his tongue deeply between my lips when I parted them. His heat and his taste filled my mouth along with the entrance of his tongue. I could sense his desperate need from the way that his tongue swiveled wildly in my mouth and entwined with mine. I stopped struggling against him as I surrendered to the pleasure of his kiss and the heat that had started building up in the pit of my belly. My tongue moved against his in an impassioned dance as I let my natural instincts take over. His kiss felt so pleasurable and it made my body yearn for him.
“Dahlia...” Bradon called my name in a seductive whisper as his lips parted slightly from mine.
I let out a soft moan before his lips captured mine again. His tongue immediately invaded my mouth and then I was kissing him back hungrily as if I couldn’t get enough of him. His arms around my body no longer felt like he was holding me captive. I relaxed in his embrace as he hugged me as if he was comforting me. I felt so confused at the sudden change of pace and how willingly I was surrendering to him.
We need to stop this...
“Wait...Stop...” I pleaded after turning away to break our kiss.
I pressed my hands flat against his hard chest to put some distance between our bodies. Immediately after I did that, I felt a sense of disappointment now that I could no longer feel his warmth against my body. The more confused I was about my feelings, the more scared I became of being too close to him. If I let things unfold naturally between us, I would end up having sex with him without a doubt.
I was already panting and it felt like my body had caught on fire. Being close to him and having him touch me and caress my body, drove me wild with desire. I knew that it was extremely dangerous for me to get close to him like this, and the fact that my feelings felt so confused and messed up in a jumble only made it even worse.
“You’re right. Let’s leave it at this today. It is partly my fault for letting her barge in here when I’m not home with you. So there’s no need for you to blame yourself for what happened,” he said in agreement.
His hands fell away from my body and he took a step back to put more than enough distance between us. I didn’t expect him to abruptly let go of me simply because I had asked him to. Something like this had never happened before, and I couldn’t understand the throbbing pain that filled my chest now that we were apart. He even went as far as to apologize to me when I truly didn’t want an apology from him. Although I was the one that asked him to stop, I was also the one who was disappointed when he did precisely as I had asked him to.
What is going on with me?
I was too confused to even find the words to say to him. Neither could I bring myself to stop him from leaving when he turned and walked away from me. While feeling like the worst of losers, I stood there as if my legs had turned into solid lead as I silently watched Bradon leave without saying another word to me.
What was that all about?
...
After what happened that day when Brandon’s mother visited the mansion, I found it even more difficult to face him and to talk to him. Although it didn’t seem like we had an argument, it still felt like nothing was resolved between us and because of that I didn’t know how to act around him. Perhaps Brandon also felt that way as well because I hardly ever saw him in the mansion. And I figured that he had reverted back to his habit of avoiding me again.
At first I felt thankful for the peace because I thought that it would give me the opportunity to sort out my feelings. Feeling confused about what I really thought and really felt made me feel like I had lost my sense of self. My nights were sleepless, and I kept telling myself that all I felt was pity and that I acted that way because it was simply the right thing to do. I told myself that had that happened to someone else, I would have done the same thing. Even if something like that happened to a stranger, I would probably find it in me to stand up and defend that person. Although that was what I told myself, I also realized that there was a big part of me that didn’t believe it to be completely true.
If the feeling that I felt at that time wasn’t pity, then what exactly was it?
I asked myself the same question over and over again without arriving at a satisfactory answer. Time seemed to crawl by so slowly and no progress was ever made. I couldn’t find it in me to make up with Brandon no matter how many times I told myself that it was probably the best move. Despite how our conversation ended, I realized that I was the one at fault and that nothing would have happened had I just acted like the perfect Diana like I was supposed to be.
Sometimes I would let out a growl of frustration when I thought of how arrogant he acted even after I had apologized to him so many times. Feeling angry at him only showed that I was even more angry at myself and my actions.
–To be continued...
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