MARCO'S POV
I never expected Harriet to be so fucking hot. I wanted to shove my dick deep in her hole already.
I just couldn't wait for her to be mine. I was going to fuck the shit out of that sweet girl.
Yes, she was a virgin but the thought of being her first made my dick ache in my pants.
Her unique features turned me on: feminine and pretty, rosy lips, hair black as ebony, slim but very curvy, with beautiful white skin.
That girl was a hottie and I bet her pussy was tight.
Fuck! I was getting wet already.
I couldn't help but imagine how I'd fuck her. I pictured her naked body, perky tits and tight pussy.
Her mouth looked good for a BJ. I would grab handfuls of her hair and force her to suck on my huge cock like her life depended on it.
Since it's her first time, I'm going to start by fingering her.
I'd slide a finger inside her, and feel her tight pussy clench around me. I'd add another finger and fuck her slowly while licking and sucking on her clit.
Once she's quite okay to take the huge 10 inch cock, I'd position it at her entrance and fill her with it.
I'd keep thrusting, harder and faster until she begs daddy for mercy.
It was funny how she didn't know what I had in mind. Pain and pleasure.
Nothing is going to stand in my way - I'm Marco Sanchez, the revered mafia king. I always get whatever I want, no matter the cost and consequences.
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Harriet's POV
**The following day**
I woke up to the soothing sound of rain tapping against the window.
Last night was a disappointment. I'd decided to go find the mafia king myself to settle everything but things didn't go as planned.
Today had to be the day, no matter what; I needed to get my hands off this whole contract thing and leave the estate for good.
Despite feeling exhausted, I leaped out of bed and headed to the bathroom for a quick shower.
I came out of the shower to find breakfast waiting on the counter beside the bed. A beautiful green floral pattern dress had also been laid in the bed.
After I'd managed to tie my hair into a sleek ponytail, I slipped into the dress, which fit perfectly.
"Oh, Miss Harriet, you're all glammed up!" the maid exclaimed as she entered the room.
I smiled.
"Can I see Don Sanchez now?" I asked, getting straight to the point.
"He left very early this morning," she replied. "I'm not sure where he's gone, but let's hope he returns on time."
My hopes sank.
Why was this taking so long? I needed to go see dad but that huge sum was equally important.
"I'll wait for him to return," I said, forcing a smile.
The maid offered a distraction. "The sun's out now. Why not take a walk? The rain wasn't heavy."
"Thank you. That would be great," I said. "I'll have breakfast first, then go for a stroll. This meal smells delicious."
"You'll love it, Miss," she said with a smile and left the room.
I walked over to the counter, where my breakfast awaited.
On the tray was a cup of freshly brewed coffee, three thin slices of bread, crispy bacon, and fluffy scrambled eggs.
After that hearty breakfast, I applied lip balm and stepped out into the crisp air.
As I strolled around the mafia king's mansion, I couldn't help but marvel at its grandeur.
The estate was like a self-contained town, with lush greenery stretching as far as the eye could see.
Beautiful plants and animals surrounded me, and I spotted workers tending to the gardens, including a gardener carefully trimming the trees.
The landscape was just breathtaking.
As I continued my leisurely walk, three young women suddenly blocked my path.
Their provocative outfits and heavy makeup raised questions in my mind.
Were they harlots? They actually looked like they were.
And why were they blocking my way?
"Hey bitch, so you're master's new girl, huh?" the first girl sneered.
"I can't believe master chose her. She looks wretched," the second one mocked, and they burst into laughter.
"You don't look like someone he'd be into. You look like crap," the third girl blurted.
I stood tall, my voice firm. "Who are you guys, and why are you bothering me?"
The first girl's expression turned menacing.
"Hey newbie, don't you dare talk back at us." She slapped me.
I was angered, but I restrained myself, knowing I was outnumbered.
"Don't look at us like that, or we'll rip you into pieces. Know your place, newbie," the third girl sneered.
I refused to back down. "I'm here because of the mafia king, not you. And I'm not leaving until I get what I came here for."
The first girl's face twisted in rage. "This stinking rat is pushing me to the wall."
She raised her hand to strike me again.
Just in time, a voice growled, "Don't you even try it."
I turned to see a stunning young woman, dressed in mafia attire.The woman intervened, sending the girls packing.
She turned to me after those girls left. "I'm Sierra Luciano, Edward Luciano's wife. The main guy who brought you here."
"Nice meeting you, Sierra," I replied.
"Don't worry about those rats. Being lady one, two, and three, they think they're on top of the world."
"Lady one, two, and three?" I repeated, intrigued.
Sierra's voice dropped to a whisper. "Oh yeah. Master doesn't keep the names of his girls in mind. They are just objects to him, so he just numbers them."
"Can you take me to the mafia king? I really need to see him," I asked Sierra.
"No, sorry, but I can't help," Sierra replied almost immediately.
"Why?" I pressed.
"He's gone on a business trip, and I don't know when he'll return."
"Oh no!"
"Don't worry, Harriet, master will definitely fulfill that contract. Be patient."
"But… how do you know?" I asked skeptically.
Sierra smiled.
"I know master very well. Agreements like this, he always fulfills within three or four days."
I nodded, slightly comforted. "Hmm… okay."
Sierra was about to say something when the sound of screeching car tyres echoed through the estate.
"Oh, master is here."