Substitute Wife for the Mafia King R18

Chapter 177: Lessons of Possessive Desire

I moaned his name as my hips moved backwards to match the rhythm of his thrusts while my pussy welcomed the penetration of his cock into me. Bradon was clearly not used to taking things easy and slow. It didn’t take long for his gentle and patient thrusts to gather speed. I cried out when he began pounding my pussy faster and harder with his thick shaft as his hand held my thigh to lift and spread my leg upward. His crotch slapped faster and harder against my behind as he rammed his dick into me.

“Ahh...Ahh...Not so...fast...” I protested in between my impassioned moans.

Despite what I was saying, I had to admit that it felt good and I was enjoying myself. It felt amazing before but it felt more like it for us this way. Just when I thought that things couldn’t get better, Bradon reached a hand in front of me before shoving it in between my thighs.

“Oh...please!” I cried out when I felt him stroking my swollen clit.

The double pleasure from his cock aggressively pumping into my hole and his fingers playing with my sensitive love seed felt too much. My entire body went weak and I could feel tension building up in my lower abdominals.

I’m going to cum...very soon...

“Mentioning another man while you’re in bed with me, don’t you think that it’s a little insensitive? Even if he happens to be my brother...” Bradon hissed into my ear.

I was shock at his sudden mention of Anthony. His loving suddenly became aggressive again and that made me realize that the story that I told him last night must have really bothered him. Bradon proceeded to bite on my earlobe, making me cry out. He pumped his cock roughly into me again and I finally lost all control as my climax overcame me. I whimpered his name before gasping for breath. My entire core clenched and pulsated as my hips bucked from the effects of my extreme orgasm. I felt his cock withdrawing from my body and then he flipped me onto my back and got on top of me.

“Ah! Ah...” I let out a cry when he suddenly lifted and spread my thighs wide apart.

“Remember this very well, Dahlia. What or who you wish for, doesn’t change the fact that I’m the one fucking you right now,” Bradon warned coldly.

The heat of his cock screwing firmly all the way into my pussy hole was a stark contrast to his cold words of warning. His cock stretched and filled me while serving as a reminder that it was Bradon that I was passionately coupling with.

“Ahh! Ahh...Ahhh!” I cried out with each thrust that buried the entire length of his love stick into me.

I wasn’t sure how many times we did it that morning or how long we kept at it. Bradon was ruthless and everytime that he took me, it felt like he was driving home the message that he had lectured me earlier on. Every single time that he drove his cock into me, it felt like he was making sure that I remembered that I was with him and no one else.

...

Bradon was in an amazingly good mood by the time that we woke up again late in the afternoon. My body felt like a mess and my mind was in a similar condition. By that time, I wondered if the crew had already left the island because it was quite apparent that we weren’t going to get another scene done. In fact, we hadn’t taken a step out of our bedroom for the day.

“If I post a picture of this, everyone will go wild. It’ll be so scandalous,” I said as I turned my naked body to the side slightly while placing a hand to cover my naked breast as I posed in front of the mirror.

Bradon snatched the phone that I had in my hand away from me. The deep scowl on his face told me that I had angered him even if I was just making a joke.

“Why are you so mad? I’m only joking...” I said before shrugging my shoulders.

My eyes fell on the uncountable number of lovemarks that he had left on my body. Given how hard he made love to me, I wasn’t at all surprised at the result. The way he kissed and sucked on my skin in all my sensitive places made me feel like he was intentionally leaving his mark on me. It felt good while we were in the middle of the act but I knew now that it would take some time before the marks would completely disappear. When I was a young teenager, I had marks on my body almost all the time, although they were of a different kind.

It didn’t look so bad...

I laughed a little before I turned to smirk at him.

“It’s not funny, Dahlia...” he said sternly.

“It’s not? I think it’s pretty entertaining” I asked before letting out a little laugh.

“You will not be posting a nearly nude photo of yourself on social media...” he strictly forbade me as he glared straight at me.

“Then you better give me some nice and fluffy photos of us to post instead. Deal?” I asked before smiling widely at him.

...

**Bradon’s point of view**

Our honeymoon trip finally came to an end. Dahlia seemed to be in better spirits after we got to spend a couple of days alone where we could do whatever we wanted. That was after I sent the director and his entire filming crew away. I wouldn’t go as far as to say that the conflict regarding the illegal import of drugs had been completely resolved but things had died down for the time being.

Sometimes when I see Dahlia smiling and acting carefree, I was tempted to believe that she had already let go of her painful and troublesome past. It truly did look that way to me and that may have been a result influenced by my silent wish for her to be happier. Not long after I became optimistic, Dahlia would either say or do something that proved to me that she was far from letting go of her past.

Although she may not realize it, I was sure that what happened in the past still haunted her like a dark shadow that followed her around wherever she went.

–To be continued...