“This position isn’t bad. I can play with all of you so easily…” he whispered into my ear.“Ahh…” I whimpered as my head rolled against his chest.His large hands cupped my breasts before he began massaging them playfully. It felt so good to have my breasts fondled with while I had his cock buried inside of me. My pussy clenched repeatedly around his cock as he moved to pay loving attention to my throbbing nipples.“That’s it. Squeeze my cock with you pussy…” he whispered seductively close to my ear.His touch and his words worked to turn me on even more. I could feel my pussy getting hotter and wetter. It was true that in this position, his hands were free to play with my body the way that he pleased.“Move your hips, Dahlia. Don’t you want to ride my cock?” he asked knowingly.“Ahh…Bradon…Ahh…” I moaned while whimpering his name as I began moving my hips just as he had urged me to.Just like me, I could tell that he also wanted to feel the pleasure from my pussy rubbing against his
In one smooth movement, the tie came undone, and my hands were free again. Just when I thought that things might be over between us, I felt his hands on my shoulders as his weight shifted slight under me.“Stand up and bend over…” he instructed casually.“Wait…” I murmured as I tried to turn around to face him.Bradon didn’t bother to acknowledge my hesitant plead as he stood up while bringing me along with him. My feet landed on the floor and that was when I found out just how weak my legs truly felt. On top of that, my insides felt like such a wet mess. I felt lost when his hands moved to spin me around so that I was facing the sofa.“Bradon…” I whispered his name.My hands landed on the seat of the sofa as Bradon leaned his large frame over me. I immediately knew what he had in mind, and I cursed the way that my pussy clenched as if it was excited about what was to come. Now I understood why he had decided to free my hands.“I’m not finished with you yet,” he said from behind me.I
The mix of our love juices gushed out of me and ran down my inner thighs and onto the floor beneath where I was sitting. I lay face down on the sofa when my legs gave out and I slid down to sit on the floor while I panted harshly to catch my breath.Bradon sat down next to me as if we were comrades after finishing an intense race together. I glanced over at him as I took in a deep shaky breath.This isn’t over…“Where is Anthony?” I asked in a hoarse whisper.The way his blue eyes widened and then narrowed as he turned to look at my face told me that I must have caught him off-guard with my sudden question. If he thought that I would have forgotten after all that we’d done, then he just found out that he had it all wrong.“If this is too hard on you, you can think of me as my brother whenever we do it,” he said before showing me a mischievous grin.It was clear that this wouldn’t be the last time that he wished to do it with me. The hot stickiness inside of me reminded me of the load
If Bradon had been going to all these events and working in Anthony’s place all this time, then where did the real Antony go?For how long has this been going on?My heart thumped fast in my chest when it felt like I was just so close to unravelling the truth. It wasn’t at all like Antony to ditch his duties and leave it to his brother. I scrolled through the posts on his social media as I squinted my eyes to judge whether the man in the photo was Bradon or the real Anthony. Admittingly, it was a challenge at first; however, I could feel myself getting better at it. Little by little, I got more confident in telling the Bradon version of Anthony apart from the real Anthony.My finger came to a stop at a post made during the recent company meeting. That post caught my attention because it was such an important event for Anthony as well as his family. Coincidentally, the event was hosted very close to our wedding date. My chest grew tight as I zoomed in on the photo to get a clearer look
“I heard from a maid already that he’d already left for the day,” I said to save her the trouble of breaking the unfortunate news to me.“I see…” she said before clamping her mouth shut again.After many days of this happening on repeat, I figured that it wasn’t simply just a coincidence and that could only mean one thing…“He’s completely ignoring me, isn’t he?” I stated my suspicion, and it wasn’t really a question.“Of course not. He would never do something like that,” Jenna replied so quickly that I wanted to laugh.I wondered if she knew that her attempt to defend him was in vain. My hands were balled into tight fists as my body shook from anger. I knew that I was partly in the wrong for running away from Zain and turning up at Anthony’s office, but he didn’t have to avoid me like I was the plague. I could imagine things being awkward between us and I didn’t want to see him either.I heard a loud sigh and realized that I was quickly running out of options. After wondering what w
“Just around 76 times…” I said before showing her the screen of my phone.“That’s…” she murmured before pressing her lips into a thin line.“Why is he ignoring me? What did I do wrong this time?” I continued complaining while sounding very upset.“I’m sure that he’s not intentionally ignoring you,” Jenna said in her desperate attempt to defend Bradon.“Then…he’s unintentionally ignoring me?” I asked before making an overly exaggerated sad face.“Why don’t you give him another call? It doesn’t hurt to try again…” she suggested enthusiastically.I knew that giving Bradon another call wouldn’t change the outcome. However, it didn’t hurt to illustrate my point to Jenna. Maybe she could reprimand him in some way since she seemed to be the acting mother figure in this household.“If you say so…” I said as I began calling Bradon.I could tell that Jenna was more anxious than I was as we both waited for Bradon to answer my call. After waiting for a while, the call was once again directed to v
The strangest part was that I didn’t trust her but at the same time, I did trust her. I had a lot of faith in her stubbornness, her persistence, and her perseverance.It would be interesting and entertaining to break her…Perhaps I just wanted to see what kind of crazy moves she would execute next that I thought that it was the right decision to simply ignore all of her calls. Although I didn’t want to stay away from her, I had to admit that it was probably safer for her this way because I had no idea what I would do to her if I spent time with her. Seeing how her face lit up when she thought that she had finally gotten the chance to see my brother irritated me.The way she spoke to him was different and it didn’t help that she had many things to criticize about our marriage even if some of them might be true. Dahlia did many things to incur my wrath; however, after spending a few days flipping various thoughts over inside my head while pretending to pay attention to Anthony’s meeting
In a sense, she was right. I knew that Dahlia was anything but stupid and that was probably why everyone in her family thought that she was dangerous. With what they had in mind, there was nothing more dangerous to them and their plans than a woman who had a mind of her own. For a moment, I had to admit to myself that I thought that it might be better for me to come out and tell her about Anthony’s condition and situation. If she was going to find out about it sooner or later, then I might as well tell her about it.It will hurt her but delaying the pain wasn’t going to make it hurt any less…I opened my mouth as I wondered what exactly I should say to her. The sound of a woman yelling outside the door thwarted whatever effort and will that I had in telling her the truth. There was another ruckus at the door, and I was beginning to wonder if this was something that Anthony had to go through very often. I made a mental note to myself to give the secretary a raise at the end of the mont
My heartbeat thundered in my ears as I approached them. The three of them were engaged in such an intense conversation that, at first, they did not recognize my presence. Diana's voice was the first that came to me. Her voice was shaky, as if she was barely holding herself together."The doctor said that there's no change in his condition. Anthony is still unresponsive, although it's been months, and this whole thing with the snipers is only making it worse..." Diana said.I came to a stop as my mind struggled to process her words. My heartbeat grew even faster in my chest, and for a moment I thought that perhaps I had misheard my own sister. What did she mean when she said that Anthony is still unresponsive?Diana already knew that Bradon had taken Anthony's place, and that meant that the man who was shot was none other than Bradon. Yet how was it possible that Anthony was the one who was unresponsive? Nothing made sense to me at that moment. It felt like I was missing a very key pie
It hurt me more than anything to realize that I couldn't blame him, even if he did that, because I was the one who betrayed him first. I left him without a word or farewell, running away from him as if he were the one who had done something wrong. Memories of our time together came back like waves. The fake honeymoon that we enjoyed together felt more real than anything, right at that moment. I remembered the way that he would laugh whenever he let his guard down on the nights when we enjoyed each other's company simply as our true selves, and the dangerous world outside and our identities didn't need to complicate things for us.There was a time when I thought that love was enough, but a small voice inside of me reminded me not to be so foolish. As time slipped by, I found myself praying that the door would just swing open and that Bradon would be standing there with his arms wide open. I wanted nothing more than to be held in his arms once again. I had to admit to myself that, with
"Where is this?" I asked without hiding my suspicion. I knew very well where the Vulkan mansion was located and also what it looked like, and the place that we had just parked in front of couldn't look more different than the mansion that I remembered."You didn't think that we would take you to our home, did you?" Mrs. Vulkan snapped before looking away with a clear look of disgust on her face."I guess your home would be the first place that Bradon would look when he finds me missing," I replied dismissively."No more chit chat," Bradon's father said as he urged me out of the car.I told myself that it did make sense that they would find a place for me to stay, but did it have to be such a shabby-looking place? The isolated low-rise building looked like it could use a round of maintenance. The room that they led me to was simple, with a single bed, a television, a desk, and absolutely no windows."How long am I supposed to stay here? I thought we made an agreement that you would h
"Why would my son want to keep you here?" Mr. Vulkan asked as his eyes seemed to search my face for the answer that he was looking for. "How am I supposed to know? Maybe he hasn't had enough of me yet..." I replied before showing them a fake yet extremely sweet smile. "Even if he isn't considered a normal member of our family, I still can't have you associating with him," he continued on as if he was lecturing me of my lack of worth. "I just told you that I'm not the one begging to stay here and with him," I replied coldly. I had hoped that by then it had become plain obvious what I wanted the two of them to do for me. With their help, I was certain that they could find a way to get me out of Bradon's mansion. Bradon wasn't around, so the next in command was Zain, whom I did not think could directly stand up against the head of the Vulkan family. At least, that was where I decided to place my bets at that point in time. "So you want to leave but he won't let you? Is that what you
I quickly followed them inside, sensing that the two of them were here looking for trouble. One glance at Zain, and I could tell that he was already informing Bradon of their unexpected arrival. It wasn't like Zain could throw out Bradon's father and stepmother, so I could understand the pitiful position that he suddenly found himself in. I straightened my back and followed them further inside, thinking to myself that I needed to hold the fort until Bradon returned. Whatever it was that they wanted, I needed to make sure to find out.The two of them sat comfortably on the sofa as if they were in their own house by the time I made it to the living room. The fact that neither of us spoke a single word as I sat down on the sofa only made the tension in the room skyrocket."I'm sure that Bradon will be back soon," I said, more to tell myself than to tell them."Why are you still here?" Mr. Vulkan asked as he turned his cold gaze in my direction.The way that he looked at me left no room f
**A few days later**"How many times do I have to tell you? You can't keep me locked up in here!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, my hands clenching into tight fists. I could feel the blood rushing to my face as anger and frustration took over.Over the past few days, I had already lost count of the number of times Bradon and I had had this argument. For some reason that I could not comprehend, my life as a prisoner inside his household had resumed. There must have been a change in Bradon that I couldn't fully understand-something that had led him to decide to keep me under house arrest. Going out was no longer an option, even if I was escorted."You may leave when I tell you that you can," Bradon replied with the same infuriatingly calm response he always gave, his tone ticking me off even more."Listen, I'm not doing this because I want to be selfish. If there's a reason why you can't let me go outside, then please just let me know, and I'll try to be understanding," I said, taking
"I'll try not to come back late," Bradon replied without any further explanations. I only managed to simply nod my head before he was already out of the living room. The look that Bradon gave me told me to hold my tongue and not ask him any questions. I knew very well that asking him anything would be useless because he most likely wouldn't give me any kind of answer. As I stared at the doorway, my mind became even more unsettled than before. Something was definitely going on and Bradon was keeping it away from me. "Probably just work..." I mumbled to myself. It wasn't unusual for Bradon not to tell me much about matters related to his work, and I never minded. A sigh escaped my lips when I realized that I had officially failed once again. The worst part was that I felt very relieved at the very same time. Bradon's parting words, telling me that he would hurry back home gave me something to look forward to and that made me realize just how much I yearned to be with him. "Stop it,
I needed to leave him and as soon as possible, but I didn't know how I could achieve that. My past experiences have taught me quite directly that I couldn't truly run away from Bradon. Escaping from the mansion was unquestionably impossible. I could not run away, so that meant that I needed to get Bradon to agree to let me leave. My legs already felt weak, and I wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and shut my eyes to escape reality. I knew that I needed to talk to Bradon about ending our fake marriage as soon as possible, although I had no idea how to bring up the topic. Something told me that it might prove to be difficult to get Bradon to agree, and there was always a risk that he might react unpredictably.However, if everything he did was simply him just acting out his role and his feelings for me didn't truly exist, then that might be the solution to all of my problems. If he felt no attachment to me, then he should have no problem letting me go just as planned. After all
The party ended early, yet it was quite eventful, at least for Bradon and myself. I felt like there was a storm raging inside of me all the while that we rode back to his mansion. It felt like there was something right at the tip of my tongue that I wanted to say, but yet I couldn't bring myself to say it. There were times when I thought that I fully understood myself and what I wanted, and yet at the very same time, I felt so confused and lost. The feelings that were struggling to take dominance inside of me did not make sense, and it made me feel as if my thoughts and my feelings were heading in the direct opposite direction of one another.Bradon's words of defiance as he confronted my father came back to me loud and clear:"Dahlia is not your daughter anymore, and neither am I one of the Vulkans. I will never let you take my wife..."I should have known that entering into this contract marriage with Bradon, while taking my sister's place, would somehow lead to blurring the line be