Substitute Wife for the Mafia King R18-Chapter 33: Reunited in Bed

“That doesn’t sound so bad...” he replied with a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

Now that the light was on, I could see his face and the way that his blue eyes took in my face before slowly drifting down to my chest. His gaze still felt cold and distant. I decided to talk to him directly before I lost my nerve.

“It’s good that you’re back. We need to talk,” I said before taking in a deep breath.

“Talk? About what?” he asked without showing any interest.

The bed shifted slightly under his weight as he moved closer to me. Although he seemed disinterested, the fact that he sat down told me that at least he was willing to listen. My heart leapt in my chest as I felt a twinge of hope that maybe he wasn’t such a heartless person after all.

“I heard from many people that work here that you’ve forbidden me to leave this mansion. I want to go outside, so please retract your order,” I requested straightforwardly while telling myself that I was doing the right thing.

“Is that all?” Bradon asked while sounding out of his mind bored.

“Well, yes. I just want my freedom back. I get that we’re married but it’s supposed to be just an act. We’re not really married, and even if we were, there’s no reason why my freedom should be restricted to only within the walls of this mansion. I can’t even go out into the gardens,” I pointed out as I sat up straighter on the bed.

His lack of response confused me more than anything. I thought that I had stated clearly what I wanted so I had no idea why he wasn’t giving me the ‘ok’ right away to restore my freedom. After all, there was no good reason why he had to keep me locked up inside.

“I want my freedom back,” I repeated my demand again, louder this time.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he muttered without a care.

“You gave orders to everyone to keep me locked up in here. I want to go outside. I can’t spend the rest of my life locked up in here. It’s only been a week and I’m already going crazy,” I argued desperately.

“Is that all?” he asked again like it was nothing at all.

“Yes, I want my freedom back. I want to be able to leave this place and go wherever I want whenever I want,” I replied while wondering what was so hard to understand regarding my request.

“You don’t always get what you want,” he replied calmly after a moment of silence.

“Is that a no?” I asked without hiding my shock.

The orange light of the lamp seemed to light up his blue eyes in such an alluring way as his gaze met and held mine. I hated the way that my heart skipped a beat in my chest as I felt the mattress shift under the weight of his hand pressing against it. Bradon leaned and moved in closer to me on the bed. I felt my breath quicken as my heart began racing in my chest. His blue eyes captured mine and I couldn’t look away as I wondered what it was that he wanted from me.

“Don’t come any closer...” I snapped as I tried to scoot backward on the bed.

Despite my warning, Brandon leaned over me until his face was right in front of mine. His lips curved up into a mischievous smirk while I cursed silently in my head at how beautiful his lips were. My heart raced so loudly in my ears that I couldn’t help but wonder if he could hear it as well.

“You don’t have to panic so much. We both know how this works...” he said coldly.

I felt a stirring in the pit of my stomach as he climbed on top of me and pressed his body against mine. The slight weight of his body on mine as he loomed on top of me reminded me of just how helpless I was against him. His hand moved to caress the side of my neck and my eyes widened at the warmth of his touch. I knew very well where this was going and how things would work out between us. Even now, his seductive caress seemed to have awakened a desire within me as the stirring sensation in my lower abdomen moved lower to the sensitive place in between my thighs.

“Don’t. You need to stop...” I whispered as I tried to look away from his intense gaze.

“Why? I thought you missed me very much and couldn’t wait for me to come back,” he said teasingly.

I only said all those things sarcastically. Even if I wanted him to come back, it wasn’t at all because I missed him or wanted to see him. I just wanted to clear things up with him so that I could get some parts of my life back, including my freedom.

“You couldn’t tell that I was being sarcastic? Are you stupid?” I asked accusingly.

“Maybe...” he replied in low whisper.

I let out a small cry when his hands gripped my wrists and pinned them easily above my head. Struggling against him was clearly a wasted effort and I only ended up hurting my wrists as his grip tightened.

“Let go...” I demanded as I narrowed my eyes at him.

“I like obedient women...” he murmured seductively.

“I don’t care about your preferences!” I yelled back.

After capturing my wrists in his large manly hand, his other hand was free to rove around and explore the curves of my body. My attempt to lift my wrists didn’t succeed and his grip felt so heavy against my much slimmer arms. Slowly, the blanket covering my chest slid down my body. My chest heaved up and down as my breathing quickened before I felt the heat of his hand settle against my breast. His touch was gentle as his large manly hand moved to caress my breast teasingly.

--To be continued...