Substitute Wife for the Mafia King R18-Chapter 364: Be Mine

My lips curved into a bittersweet smile when I realized that perhaps I was bound to fall in love with him regardless.

I love him...

"I guess I would have called you a liar, but it all makes sense now..." I murmured to myself.

"I don’t have any reason to lie to you about this," he said with absolute certainty. Strangely enough, I found it all too easy to believe that his words were sincere.

"Then what was I..." I started before trailing off into silence. It felt like the gears that were slowly turning finally fell into place, and I could finally connect the dots. My mood immediately made a 180-degree turn, and a laugh that sounded so ridiculous escaped from between my lips. Bradon looked at me with clear confusion, and I could tell that he wasn’t quite following the sudden change in my reaction. I couldn’t believe that it took me so long to realize that my twin sister had started playing a game with me without me knowing it. Perhaps this game had started much earlier than I thought. Everything she said to me now started to make sense—the way she taunted me and teased me about Bradon, and the way she looked overly worried all at the same time.

"I see, so that’s what it was," I mumbled softly to myself before I began laughing deliriously at the ridiculousness of it all. Had I been paying more attention to my sister, I definitely would have caught on. Perhaps after years of living apart, my skills of reading Diana and her true intentions had gotten rusty over time. I had to admit that it totally slipped my mind because I never expected that Diana would play me for a fool just to get a reaction out of me. The fact that she did manage to get such a strong reaction out of me told me that I had lost at this game, even though I was never a willing participant in the contest.

"I guess she knows me even better than I know myself," I mumbled under my breath, but the way that Bradon chuckled told me that he heard every single word that I had just said.

There was no other explanation for why my sister would go to such lengths unless there was a point that she wanted to prove. To my utter embarrassment, Diana definitely got her point across and made me realize my true feelings and their depths.

"Did you finally catch on?" he asked with a hint of amusement in his tone.

"Were you also conspiring with my sister to make a fool out of me?" I snapped at him playfully.

"I thought that you would know your sister better than I do," he replied sarcastically.

"Why did it take so long for you to find me?" I asked in a small, shaky voice.

"I’m sorry, Leya..." he quickly apologized.

I knew very well that I was only lashing out at him to hide my embarrassment for not catching on to what Diana had planned and for not realizing the love that I had for him much sooner. It was my own foolishness that made me feel so shameful and embarrassed at the same time. His apology only brought even more tears to my eyes and made me feel even guiltier than before. I had no idea what I could possibly do to make up for all the lost time and how badly I misunderstood him, but I made a silent promise to myself that I would do my best to try.

"Stop crying, you’re turning me on," he whispered seductively before his lips captured mine again. His lips felt so warm, and his breath felt so hot as his lips crushed against mine repeatedly. It felt like my legs were melting beneath me as a burning fire lit up in my core and warmed me from the inside. Although I had so many things that I wanted to say to him and so many misunderstandings to fix, it seemed like Bradon had other things on his mind besides talking.

His hand reached out with amazing speed to capture my chin, and then his lips were on mine again. This time, his kiss started out very aggressively, possessively, and bruising as he molded his lips against mine in a demanding kiss. He pressed my body up against the wall, and I found myself conveniently trapped between him and the hard stone wall behind me as we lost ourselves in the ecstasy of our smothering hot kisses. His tongue snaked in between my lips before entwining passionately with mine in a dance that made my knees go weak as an unmistakable throbbing need awakened deep inside of my core.

I desired him so madly that I could feel myself getting wet for him. However, unlike the many times before when I wanted him and needed him physically, I found myself yearning for even more from him. I wanted him to be completely mine in every sense of the word, and without any confusion or mistake this time around. Although I hated to stop him again, I ended up breaking our kiss as I struggled to catch my breath. Once again, Brandon seemed surprised as he stared deeply into my eyes with a clear look of lust in his.

"Wait..." I whispered.

"What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Bradon asked, and once again I got to see the look of concern on his face. I had already lost count of the times that he was worried about me.

"It’s just, I’m a little scared," I admitted in a small voice as I found myself letting down my guard.

"What are you scared of?" he asked as he brought his hand up to gently stroke my cheek with the back of his fingers. That soft and gentle gesture made my heart beat faster in my chest as a tremble ran through my body.

"I’m scared and I’m tired of wishing for someone that isn’t mine," I replied slowly and clearly as I stared straight into his mesmerizing eyes.

–To be continued...