HARRIET'S POV
I followed Sierra to my room, my mind racing with doubts.
"Now that everything's in place, just sit back and watch my plan unfold," Sierra said confidently.
I turned to her, desperation creeping into my voice. "Sierra, how sure are you that this will work? You seem so confident."
Sierra's expression didn't waver. "You don't trust me anymore? As I said, just sit back and watch. I know Marco very well, and he doesn't play with his deals."
I sighed, hoping for the best. "Hmm... whatever, I hope everything goes well."
Sierra's excitement was palpable. "It will, darling. Now, I'll get you the dress I mentioned. Who knows, he might be just a few miles from the estate."
She hurried out, leaving me wondering why she looked so excited.
When she returned with a stunning off-white dress, I couldn't help but gasp.
The fitted dress featured intricate floral appliqués, and I was captivated by its beauty.
"Was this for Sylvia?" I asked.
Sierra's excitement suddenly vanished.
"I… was going to give it to her as a wedding gift, but... things didn't work out. You know, Sylvia loved dresses like this."
I took the dress, feeling a mix of emotions.
"It's... beautiful," I muttered.
"Glad you like it. Now, get into the dress; we don't have much time," Sierra said.
I slipped into the dress. I couldn't lie, it looked so beautiful on me.
The dress was perfect!
Sierra sat me down at the dressing area and styled my hair into an elegant bun.
"You look amazing, even without makeup. The dress hugs your curves perfectly."
Just as I was about to thank her for that compliment, the sound of screeching tires outside startled me.
Sierra rushed to the window, and her eyes widened.
"It's Marco! He's here!" she exclaimed.
My heart skipped a beat.
What if Don Sanchez has returned to do something stupid? I mean, he could order his boys to lock me up.
I was sure he was so furious.
Sierra grabbed her things and headed for the door. "Boss is here, I'm leaving now. Remember what we practiced, okay?"
As she dashed out, I whispered a desperate prayer. "Oh God, let this plan work."
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I stood with my back to the door, just as Sierra had instructed.
Marco burst into my room in no time.
"Foolish girl! How dare you try to escape?" he growled.
I stood frozen, my heart pounding in my chest.
"You dare defy my rules?" Marco's voice rose. "You'll be punished for this. Turn around and face me!"
Slowly, I turned to him, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear.
"I've been waiting for you… Marco," I said.
Marco's expression transformed in an instant.
"Sylvia," he whispered, his eyes locked on mine as he took a step closer.
I was stunned. The dress was actually working its magic. The angry mafia king who had stormed into my room was now eerily calm.
I closed the gap between us and locked my hands around his neck.
"It's Harriet... I'm Harriet," I whispered, trying to sound seductive.
Marco's expression turned cold as he removed my hands from his neck.
"Stop this," he ordered, his voice firm.
I felt a sting of offense. Why was he rejecting me? I thought he wanted me desperately.
Marco's eyes narrowed. "Did Sierra put you up to this? Are you two playing some kind of game?"
I hesitated before responding, "Sierra knows nothing about this."
I locked eyes with Marco, my hands roaming over his broad chest.
"Stop it, Harriet. No one can touch me here," Marco warned, his voice sharp.
But I persisted, my voice husky. "But why? I want you, Marco."
Marco's expression turned incredulous.
"Wait, Harriet? Why are you doing this? It's clear you're trying to seduce me."
"I'm not playing games, Marco. I'm serious. You wanted me willingly, and I'm offering myself to you. Make love to me now," I said.
Marco's eyes narrowed again, but before he could respond, I placed a finger on his lips, silencing him.
"I want you now, Don Marco Sanchez. Take my virginity away," I continued to seduce him, even though my heart was racing.
I removed my finger, waiting for his response.
Marco's gaze pierced through me.
"You don't know who you're dealing with, Harriet. I hope you know what you're asking for," he said, his voice low and menacing.
I stood my ground, my voice firm. "Yes, I do. Make love to me, make me feel like a woman for the first time."
With that, I leaned in, and locked my lips tightly with Marco's.
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MARCO'S POV
I was going back to the estate to teach that girl a lesson. But the moment I saw her in that dress, everything changed.
I just couldn't tear my gaze off her. Her beauty was something I could die for.
Harriet looked so much like my Sylvia - Her dark brown eyes, raven-black hair and radiant white skin… everything.
Even that dress looked like something Sylvia would have worn. She loved wearing such clothes.
The striking resemblance between them was just mesmerising. Harriet reminded me of Sylvia a lot.
I guess that is why I can't control myself now. She is clearly seducing me, and I'm slowly giving in.
She touched me, something none of my girls could do unless I'd asked them to.
I guess she was ready now. Ready to give herself to me willingly.
She wanted me to fuck her. I was trying so hard to ignore her, but I couldn't.
My dick was hardening in my pants already.
I had to give it to her, if that's what she wanted.
I wanted her so bad after all.
Today was the day I'd been waiting for, Harriet was finally giving herself to me.
That was what I ever wanted, for her to ask daddy for the cock. And I was going to give it to her the right way.
My virgin sweetheart was going to take daddy's 10 inch dick.
She leaned in and kissed me, and I reciprocated, my lips meeting hers.
Her desire was palpable, and I could sense the urgency with which she wanted me to take her.
I grabbed her by the waist and tossed her onto the bed.
"It's about to go down," I whispered, as I slowly unbuttoned my shirt.