Substitute Wife for the Mafia King R18-Chapter 42: Won’t Let Him Go

After that night, Bradon hardly ever came home, and soon enough, I realized that he had his own bedroom located somewhere unbeknownst to me in the mansion. He never spent the night with me after that first night to my utter relief. Just thinking that I had sex with him that night made me feel very conflicted inside. The discomfort and tightness in my chest that accompanied my thoughts of that passionate night that we shared made me lock that memory away as I willed myself to forget all about it.

“Can’t you put me down any gentler?” I asked sarcastically after he had practically dumped me onto the bed.

Although he made sure to carry me all the way to my bedroom, Bradon showed no interest in me after he was done with the task. Once again, I had no idea what he was thinking. I watched in confusion as he stared at me silently before turning to leave.

“Wait! We need to talk,” I cried out desperately as I reached my hands out to grab his arm.

Before I knew what I was doing, I had already grabbed onto his arm, and I was tugging on it to pull him back toward the bed. All I could think about was how to keep him from leaving before I was done talking to him.

“It’s late. Just go to sleep,” he said sternly without even looking my way.

“No! We need to talk now,” I demanded as my grip tightened on his arm.

“We can always talk tomorrow,” he replied flatly.

I knew from experience that when tomorrow came, he would be gone and so would our opportunity to talk about anything. There was no way that I would let him go. I was certain that if I let go of his arm and let him leave then I would have to go through hell to catch him again like this.

“No! You’re always gone when I wake up and you always come home so late. You’re practically never here!” I exclaimed loudly.

“What do you want?” Bradon asked as he finally turned to face me.

“I want to get my ass out of here. Haven’t I told you that before?” I snapped as I started to lose my temper.

Bradon stared at me with a blank look in his eyes. Whatever I had just said did not interest him in the least and I could tell that he couldn’t care less about what I wanted.

“If there’s nothing else...” he said as he began pulling his arm away from my grip.

When I refused to let go of his arm, he began prying my fingers loose from his arm. Never in my life had I needed to beg a man to stay with me. I glared at him in disbelief as I wondered why he had to be so difficult to begin with.

“Wait...” I pleaded although I hated how weak my voice sounded.

Without saying a word to me, Bradon removed my hands from his arm and turned to leave. It felt like the light at the end of a very long tunnel was slowly disappearing from sight as the door at the exit began to close. The route cause and the solution of my problem was about to disappear from my sight again and I couldn’t have that happening to me.

“Wait! Don’t go!” I cried out in desperation.

It seemed like my body just moved on its own and before I knew what had really happened, I felt the heat of his body against my cheek as his smell crept into my senses. Since holding onto his arm alone wasn’t enough, I somehow ended up wrapping my arms around his body. I could feel the heat and hardness of his back against my cheek as I hugged him tightly from behind.

“Please...don’t go...” I pleaded while thinking that I didn’t have much to lose.

I could feel his body stiffen slightly in my embrace. My heart raced rapidly in my chest at the forwardness of my own action; however, it was already too late to retract what I had done. There was no other way but to move forward and finish what I had started. The mattress of the bed shifted slightly under my weight as I leaned forward and hugged his muscular body tighter than before while I knelt on the side of the bed.

“Let go, Dahlia...” he muttered darkly.

“No! I’m not letting go until you agree to let me go outside!” I cried out desperately as I pressed my face into his broad back.

“I’ve seen many women eager to drag me to bed, but you’ve got to be one of the most desperate ones,” he said quite coldly.

My heart skipped a beat at his words as I felt heat rush to my face. With what I was doing, I couldn’t blame him for getting that idea.

“That’s not it! Why would I do something crazy like that?” I denied it as I felt myself feeling even more embarrassed.

“Then let go...” he said dispassionately.

“No! I’m not letting you go,” I declared stubbornly as I hugged his body close to mine.

His large hand covered mine before he slowly tugged on my hands to loosen the hold that I had on him. Just when I thought that Bradon would simply head for the door and leave, he turned around in my arms to face me. I stared up into his face as the loud beating of my heart echoed in my ears. Our eyes met as he stared down at me.

“Do you know what this is called, Dahlia?” he asked as his eyes narrowed at me dangerously.

A shiver ran down my spine from the way that he was staring at me. The dark look in his eyes told me that he was no longer joking or willing to play along with my selfish wiles. Even if I wanted to let go of him, it might have already been too late.

--To be continued...