[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?

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Substitute Wife for the Mafia King R18

I knew that I was about to reach my climax from his fingers, and I couldn't wait for my release to rise up and claim me. My insides felt so hot as my body and hip moved around on top of his. After a few more intense and fast thrusts against my g-spot, I threw my head back and cried out his name at the top of my lungs as I felt myself losing myself to my overwhelming climax. I orgasmed spectacularly as my mind suddenly felt blank. 


“That was so beautiful, Dahlia. You're so sexy…” he whispered to me as I struggled to deal with the aftereffects of my intense climax. 


I felt his fingers slowly gliding out of my quivering wet hole as my body felt like it had lost all of its strength. I laid down on top of him and panted as I struggled to catch my breath. 


“You made me so hard. You're going to take responsibility for this, right?” he asked as he guided my hand and pressed it against the hard evidence of his arousal. 


Serving My Sick Husband