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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

Realfantasies · 现代言情
分數不夠
399 Chs

Risky Tryst

My eyes widened and my body stiffened when he began tying my writs together with his necktie. My instinct and gut feeling was spot on when they told me that he wasn’t just simply stripping himself. I wondered if this was his preference before letting out a small scoff. I should have known that I wouldn’t be so lucky. Just as I had thought before, I would be overly lucky if rough and aggressive sex was the extent to his preferences.

“I think I should start screaming…” I declared when he finished restraining my wrists together.

No matter what he did, we were still in Anthony’s office and his secretary was right outside the door. If I were to scream, I was sure that she would come running to check what was wrong. When that happened, Bradon would have no choice but to stop what he was doing. His lips curved into a smile that told me that he was enjoying himself despite my threat.