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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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We're Just Substitutes

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.