Substitute Wife for the Mafia King R18-Chapter 412: You Belong To Me

Instead of facing the consequences of my decisions and the guilt that I was carrying, just like the coward that I was, I found it much easier to start the conversation by blaming him for the only fault that I could think of at that time.

"You should have told me the truth," I said, as my voice started to crack. "All those times that I asked you about Anthony, you just stood there and said nothing and pretended that you didn’t know, when in fact you knew everything. You should have told me," I blamed him endlessly.

"I didn’t want to lie to you," Bradon replied flatly after a moment of heavy silence between us.

"But isn’t keeping silent almost the exact same thing? You should have told me the truth," I retorted.

"You wanted the truth so badly, as if you couldn’t bear to move on with your life without it. But what would you have done if I told you the truth? Would you have gone running straight to him?" Bradon asked accusingly.

I sucked in a breath and held it as I tried to put my anger under control. I couldn’t deny it-that perhaps if he had told me the truth right at the beginning, I might have gone running like a madwoman to find Anthony. Although I wasn’t sure what I could do for him because he was in a coma, I was certain that I would have done everything that I could think of to try to help him.

"That’s not true," I denied, although I wasn’t sure I was convinced of my own words.

"You know as well as I do what you would have done. You would have ran right to him and refused to leave his side until he had woken up. You would have stayed there because you cared more about him than you ever did about me," Bradon said accusingly.

"You already know that it was a misunderstanding. How was I supposed to know that you two also switched places? I thought I was in love with him, but I was wrong," I explained as I started to feel more desperate.

"What about now? Are you about to run to his side and leave me behind?" Bradon asked, as his eyes narrowed at me dangerously.

"That’s not what I’m saying. All I’m saying is that I thought it would have been better if you told me the truth. I trusted you, and I thought that we were a team," I said, before turning away to hide my expression.

"Look at me," Bradon said, as I felt his hands on my shoulders.

He tried to turn me around to face him once again, but I automatically resisted. Bradon spun me around, his eyes wide with intense emotion as he stared at my face. He pulled me against his body, and I pushed against his chest. It was all that I could do to maintain some space between us. I wasn’t sure what would happen or if I would be able to control myself if he were to hold me in his arms.

The moment his hand slid up to cup my cheek, the fight that I had inside of me quickly drained away. My fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt as his lips came crashing down on mine. Suddenly, I felt a hunger and a thirst that drove me wild with desire. I had no idea up until that point that I was starving for him. His lips felt so hot against mine as the kiss deepened. My lips parted instinctively to welcome his hot, wet tongue. I moaned softly into our kiss as our tongues engaged in a passionate dance that expressed our need for each other.

I did not need to worry about stopping because I already knew full well that it would be completely useless. I missed him too greatly for me to be able to hold myself back. Bradon kept on kissing me, angling his mouth as his tongue continued to explore the depths of my mouth. It felt like he was teasing me and tasting me at the very same time. My hand stroked his muscular chest through his clothes as his hands stroked the small of my back. I ran my fingers through his hair before kissing him back even more aggressively than before. I wanted more of him, and I could not deny myself the pleasure of being held in his arms. His hand dipped lower from my waist to cup my buttocks before lifting me up to grind my pussy against his hardness.

"You belong to me," he whispered against my lips.

I could not say anything in response because I was busy catching my breath. My lips felt slightly bruised from the way that he had kissed me so fervently.

"I will never let you go, and I will never give you up to anyone else," Bradon said so seriously, as if he were making a vow.

In that moment, there was no use in denying it because even through the anger that I felt and all the chaos that we were going through, my heart could never leave him or let go of him.

"I thought you were dead," I whispered as I tried to ignore the lump that had formed in my throat. The moment of passion between us was over, and the shock of everything had caught up to me. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes as my emotions rose in my chest.

"I’m fine. As you can see, I’m alive and well," Bradon replied, as his large hand stroked my back comfortingly.

"When I saw the news, I knew right away that it was you. I didn’t know what to do. I was so afraid. I thought that I would never see you again and that we would not get to talk, and then I would regret that I ran away from you," I began rambling as if I couldn’t stop.

"I haven’t forgotten what you have done. No matter what, you should have tried to talk to me instead of running away. I was certain that I would find you sooner or later, but it did hurt me that you decided to run," Bradon said sternly, as if lecturing a child that had misbehaved.