Substitute Wife for the Mafia King R18-Chapter 260: Game of Seduction

While I had been thinking about myself and how to make use of the prince, he had been genuinely thinking of me.

“I’m sorry...” I repeated again even though I knew that my apology wouldn’t help solve anything but lighten my own guilt.

Once again, I’m doing something for my own sake instead of for others...

“If you don’t want to play Gomoku, shall we play another game instead?” the prince suggested as he slowly stood up from his seat.

It felt like I could hear the sounds of ice breaking right beneath where I was sitting, and I knew that I had ventured into dangerous territories. Desmond kept his eyes locked on me as he slowly approached me. My entire body froze as my pulse quickened while my mind wondered if I still had it in me to give him all that he wanted. The prince leaned down until his face was mere inches from mine.

“What are you doing?” I asked in the shaky whisper.

“What do you think I’m doing?” he replied to me with a question of his own.

His hands reached out towards me before landing right on my shoulders. I felt a lump formed in my throat as our eyes locked. We were in the palace and there was no one here to stop the prince from doing whatever it was that he wanted.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked coldly.

His hands slid down from my shoulders to my chest before he began undoing the top button of my blouse. All the while, he kept on staring deeply into my eyes. I had always thought that his gray eyes were extremely elusive and mysterious in a very attractive way; however, I knew that I didn’t have the time to admire them.

“Do you honestly don’t know what i’m doing?” he replied as his hands moved to undo another button.

“Stop. We can’t do this...” I said as I placed my hand on top of his and tried to pull it away from my chest.

“Why? Is it because you’re married now?” he asked calmly.

“Please stop this, Desmond!” I cried out as I pulled his hand away from my body.

I thought that I had finally done it this time because I must have angered him beyond any hope of repair. My body moved out of instinct in opposition to what he was about to do. I blinked rapidly when I realized fully what I had just done.

There should have been multiple ways for me to turn him down, so why did I have to yell at him like that?

While my mind was racing to pick the right words to apologize to him, Desmond crouched down right in front of me. When he stared right at my face, it felt like he was more disappointed than he was angry, and I didn’t know which option was worse.

“I don’t mind doing it with a married woman, if that woman is you...” he said as he slowly traced his fingers down the side of my face.

“That is not the point,” I hissed through my teeth.

“I asked you this before, won’t you consider doing it with me for old time’s sake,” he suggested persuasively.

“I really don’t want to do this...” I replied firmly.

The years that passed by seemed to only add to his charm and the appeal of his looks. His dark hair brought out the beauty of his gray eyes. He was tall and I knew just how attractive his body is. With him being the crown prince and the next king, I was certain that there were endless choices of women who would want to sleep with him. The problem was, I wasn’t one of them...

“Give me thirty seconds and I’ll change your mind, just like I’ve always done...” he whispered to me seductively and I could tell that he was just as confident in his skills as he was then or perhaps even more so now.

“We are not going to play that game...ever again...” I said through clenched teeth.

...

**Years ago**

My relationship with the prince had always been a complicated one. At first I believed that our relationship became complicated because of the opinions of everyone else but that the core of our relationship was real, genuine, and simple. However, it only took a few months for me to realize that our relationship was a complicated one fundamentally because both the prince and I were complicated individuals.

After the first night where I played Gomoku with the prince and ended up falling asleep in his bedroom, I was summoned to the palace to see him regularly. At first I didn’t want to go, but I soon discovered that I didn’t actually have a choice in the matter. My parents were so in support of me forming a relationship with the prince regardless of what kind of relationship that it was that they practically forced me to meet the prince whenever he called on me. My parents never cared so much about me before, but both of them made sure to personally drive me to the palace as if they wanted so desperately to deliver me right into the prince’s hands.

“I’m so happy that you’re here, Dahlia,” the prince said before showing me a warm and friendly smile.

For the first two weeks, I met with the prince irregularly around three times a week. After that, my meetings with the prince were fixed into my schedule as frequent and regular occurrences. Whether I like it or not, I got used to spending time with the prince. To my surprise, we didn’t do much except talk, walk around the gardens, and played games of Gomoku.

“Is that all that he gets you to do?” my mother asked with clear disbelief when I told her that all we did was play games and talk.

What else is she expecting?

“Yes, we just chat and play games. The tea and the dessert that is prepared in the palace tastes wonderful,” I replied before pressing my lips firmly shut.

“You two have met so often, so surely he has told you something. I mean, what do you two even talk about?” my father asked curiously.

–To be continued...