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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 · Urban
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373 Chs

Punishment Time

“They’re pretty much everywhere if you don’t know where you’re walking,” he replied like it was supposed to be expected.

“And…you know where you’re walking, right?” I asked just to make sure and stay on the safe side.

“Just follow me,” he replied as he yanked a little on my wrist.

It was dark and there were no landmarks of any kind. Every tree just looked spooky and all the same. I had no idea how he could navigate his way through the forest without stepping on a trap just like I did. However, since we had been walking for a while without incident, I was convinced that he was telling me the truth.

“Where are you taking me? Umm…how much further do we need to go?” I asked as my leg began to feel tired.

“Are you tired already?” he asked like this was supposed to be nothing.

“Yes. I’m tired. So, can we just head back now?” I suggested again.

If he wanted to hear that I was tired and I was ready to give up on our expedition into the dark wilderness, then he could have it.