Billionaire Mafia's Sweet Girl

Chapter 010

MARCO'S POV

Harriet was so f*****g sweet. I'd never felt that way about any girl before. I'd f****d several times... a lot of girls, but this sweet girl gave me a whole new vibe.

I guess it was because she was a virgin. I wish I'd known virgin p***y was this sweet. I could f**k that p***y all night long, but she didn't have the stamina to keep receiving my long and big d**k.

I wanted to have her again, but the terms of the contract had been fulfilled. I had to free her after transferring the money to her account.

I wished I could have her in my bed again, but it wasn't possible. The contract said I had to free her after taking what I wanted... her virginity.

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*Morning*

Harriet was still in bed. I guess she was tired from the pounding of her virgin p***y. I relaxed in the bath, sipping a glass of martini. My mind was still reeling with memories of my encounter with Harriet.

I just couldn't get my mind off it because I really enjoyed her. Her sexy moans and cries made me bury my d**k even deeper in her sweet hole.

You could hear the sound of my balls hitting hard against her skin as I kept drilling through her with my tool. The feeling was just out of this world.

I could have her over and over again, if only she agreed to it. Because my girls had never made me feel this way.

Their holes weren't as sweet and tight as Harriet's. I had used them over and over again, I guess. They were just useless pieces of s**t.

I was well aware those rats were with me for the money, but that didn't bother me. I'm Don Marco Sanchez, and money is no object.

I'm filthy rich, with hundreds of billions of dollars at my disposal. My collection of exotic cars is unparalleled, and I own grand mansions in every country where I do business.

Splurging a million dollars into their accounts each month was mere pocket change for me.

I stepped out of the bath, wrapped a towel around my waist, and returned to the room. Sleeping beauty still lay on the bed, her soft, rosy lips instantly grabbing my attention.

I motioned towards where she lay and gently brushed aside the strand of hair that had fallen across her face.

Harriet Blackwood was f*****g beautiful - I couldn't hide this fact anymore. But I didn't want it to look like I was falling in love. Never! Love is weakness, and I'm never going to give it a chance. Never again! I was trying so hard not to fall for anyone again.

I had sworn off love after what happened with Sylvia. To me, love was a forbidden emotion, a risk I wasn't willing to take again. But then there was Harriet... No, I couldn't let myself think about her.

I needed to erase her from my mind and let her go. I wasn't ready for the drama that came with attachment. No way.

My sole focus now was on avenging Sylvia's death. Martinez was going to pay for his actions, no matter the cost. He would never get away with taking the life of my one true love.

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HARRIET'S POV

My heart jumped when I opened my eyes only to see Marco standing next to me. His chiseled physique was accentuated by the towel wrapped around his waist.

My eyes quickly took in his super masculine body: a well-sculpted body, hot muscles and abs that every girl would die for.

Our eyes locked, but I turned away immediately. I didn't want it to look like I was checking him out.

Eww! That was embarrassing.

“Oh you're awake,” his voice came through, firm as always.

I turned back to him and forced a smile.

I was about to ask for the money when he spoke first: “You are a free girl now, Harriet. I'll have the money transferred to your account soon. Happy about that?”

I nodded slowly like a snail, staring blankly into his face. I realized this and motioned towards me.

Leaning in, he held my chin and said, “Why don't you wanna leave? Or you've grown to like me?”

“No… No, I want to leave as soon as possible. I have to go save my dad's life.”

“That's a weak answer, Harriet. So you mean you would have loved to stay if not for your dad, huh? Have you grown to like master?”

"I swear, it's not what you think. I don't have feelings for you. The truth is, I only stayed here because of my dad, and now he's the reason I need to leave as soon as possible."

“Hmm… Whatever,” Marco said.

I was about to get off the bed when I realised that I was fully naked.

I found it quite embarrassing and didn't know what to do. I possibly couldn't ask the mafia king to get me my panties and my clothes.

I was still in a dilemma when he suddenly grabbed my stuff for me.

“I know you're looking for these, but you're just trying to be a hard girl, which you aren't and refusing to ask for them,” he said, handing over my clothes, panties and bra.

A new dilemma arose: how could I dress with him standing there?

I was completely naked!

"Thinking of how to put those clothes on, huh?" he said, as if reading my mind.

My eyes widened in shock. Did he have some kind of mind-reading ability?

"Don't worry, I'll look away so you can dress," he assured me, turning his back.

I nodded, exhaling a deep sigh of relief. Without wasting time, I quickly got dressed.

"I'm done, you can turn," I announced.

He turned back, his gaze fixed on the dress Sierra had given me. "Sylvia," he whispered, a hint of nostalgia in his voice.

I pretended not to hear, telling him I was leaving the room.

I twisted the door knob, ready to exit. But Marco’s next words kept me dead in my tracks….