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Substitute Wife for the Mafia King R18

[WARNING: EXPLICIT MATURE CONTENT] Dahlia thought that she would be marrying the man of her dreams when she took her twin sister’s place in a political marriage. After spending a passionate night with her groom, she wakes up to find that he wasn’t who she thought he was. Instead of marrying her twin’s fiancé who was her first and forbidden love, she ended up marrying Bradon, the man known as the Mafia King of the underworld. With her sister gone after eloping with her lover and with the country’s economic stability at stake, Dahlia has no choice but to continue playing the role of Bradon’s willing wife. Little does she know that being the Mafia King’s wife would be so physically and emotionally demanding. Being married to the cold, calculating, and dominant Mafia King changes Dahlia’s life forever as his seductive touches tame her body and ignites her soul. With each kiss and caress, he teaches her of pleasures unlike any she has ever known and shows her a way to escape her dark past. Shunned by society and her parents since childhood for always being second to her twin sister, Dahlia’s life had never been easy. With no one to take her side, Dahlia was used to fending for herself, but what if her only way to survive this time around is to find the key to unlock her husband’s cold heart? My other books: Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion, Forbidden Heat, Love Slave to My Devil CEO Boss, Conquering the Emperor, The Alpha Prince's Purchased Maid, and Lust Contracts Support me on Patreon: Real Fantasies Stories

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A Dangerous Deal with the Mafia King

I didn’t want things to have to come to this, but it didn’t seem like I had any other choice. I had to go through with it and hopefully this man would keep his word.

“Let’s do it. Let’s have sex,” I declared boldly.

Bradon’s brows shot upwards before he cocked his head slightly to the side in disbelief. He clearly wasn’t expecting this sudden turn of events and neither did I. Before I could pause to think and change my mind, I began untying the sash around my waist and peeling the robe that I had on away from my body. I could feel him watching my every move, but I didn’t have the luxury of changing my mind anymore.

“Did you come here with sex in mind?” he asked as his eyes travelled down my body before returning to my face and narrowing suspiciously at me.

“Not really but I’m glad that I’m dressed for it…” I replied casually.