The Don's Daughter: Love & Betrayal

"How do I look, Paulo?" I ask my bodyguard/ best friend/ fuck buddy. He gives me a once-over and judging by the way his eyes darken, I know his answer before he speaks.

"Hot as Fuck" He says, moving to stand in front of me. At this point, I don't think there's anything he doesn't know about me. He's my ride-or-die. "You're only missing one thing. "

"What?" I have diamonds around my neck and my heels that give me an extra four inches of height. I can't think of anything I've forgotten until he gets on his knees. A slow smile spreading across his face.

"A glow up" He knocks my feet apart, the slit on my dress giving him easy access, and buries his face between my legs. Pushing my thong to the side, he eats me as if his life depended on it. I grab a handful of his hair and grind myself against his mouth, biting my lip to stop myself from crying out. Fuck, he's good at that. He's good at everything he does. And the best part is that he doesn't expect anything in return. He knows his place.

He's been my bodyguard for seven years now. When I was old enough, Padre told me to pick a bodyguard from one of his men. Someone I could trust enough to protect me and who would never betray me. Someone I could rely on to keep my secrets. I said I didn't want any of his guys because they were loyal to him. Man, you should have seen his face. He was like pissed off but at the same time proud of me. He let me hold an interview and after three long days, Paulo walked in casually in jeans and a white T-shirt. He didn't treat me like most of the guys I had interviewed had. They were all like 'Yes ma'am, no ma'am, ' which was annoying as hell.

Paulo only sat down and answered my questions. When I asked him how far he would go to protect me he said and I quote 'I will beat your boyfriend to a pulp if he so much as disrespects you then Fuck you in front of him just to show him who's boss.' Of course, I wasn't shocked by how crude he was because I'd heard worse from Padre and his men. They didn't hold back, especially when they were angry or drunk. Paolo's definition of who's boss turned out to be me. In the sense that I could have whoever I wanted, including him. He hasn't disappointed me yet. Especially in the orgasm department. This is all he gets to do and boy, does he enjoy it as much as I do.

Licking his lips, he straightens "It's always a pleasure to eat your pussy, Mari, but now I'm not sure you should leave this room looking like that."

"Like what?"

"A fucking goddess. Can you skip it?"

"I wish I could, but I'm not doing this, Padre. It's for us. I have to mingle with his guests and figure out who's who. Have you forgotten?"

"No, but the men down there won't care that your last name is Lombardi. They'll probably try to cop a feel and I will be forced to punch their teeth out, then the party will be ruined and that asshole will probably punish us both. "

"As long as we're alive, we can overcome anything. Don't hesitate to punch anyone on my account," I say, running my hands down my body. The dress leaves nothing to the imagination. Made out of sheer lace, it has an inbuilt thong to cover my pussy and a thicker material to cover my nipples, but that's about it. The rest of my body is on display. Not that I care. I was brought up to use my body to lure in Padre's associates and thank God it is a good body. Men have been drooling over it since my tits and ass came out. I'm lucky that my waist is small despite all the chocolate cakes I eat.

Tonight Padre said to wear something that showed off the woman I was. Meaning, he wants me to seduce his guests and distract them enough so he can get whatever the fuck he wants. With one last look in the mirror, I tell Paulo it's showtime.

Walking out of my bedroom, I head down to where the party has already begun. The moment I come into view, half the room turns to me and just stares open-mouthed. The rest gasp and ogle and drool and probably wish they could have me. My eyes scan the crowd and the moment they land on Padre, we lock eyes. He nods slightly, giving me his approval, and goes back to talking to the man next to him. I hope by the end of the night, I'll be well acquainted with the bigwigs. Assuming Padre invited them and they came. But seeing as I don't see anyone familiar, I'm guessing most of them sent their Capos. The fuckers. How can I talk to them without raising suspicion if they don't show up?

Walking straight to the bar, I tell the guy to make me something sweet and fruity. I'm giving Padre five minutes before he asks me to entertain his guests. The thought of letting married men leer at me makes my stomach churn, but I'm not allowed to say no. On this side of the world, women have no say. They're commodities and their value is measured by their abilities to please men. If your man is tired of you, best believe he can sell you and get himself another woman. Much younger or much older, but most of them prefer a virgin. Why made men are obsessed with virgins is beyond me.

"3 o'clock," Paulo tells me discreetly. He always warns me when men start to approach so that I can scope them out before they get near me. If I don't like what I see, I walk in the other direction.

"Nah. Too cocky. Get rid of him. " The guy that was approaching me was blond and I would guess his height to be five, six, or seven. Cute, but his smirk told me that girls love him, which is exactly why he thought I would totally be into him. Wrong.

"I don't know how many I can get rid of before they get to you. Mari, that dress is driving every man here crazy. "

"Well, tell them to go fuck themselves. I'm not interested" Typical. Show a little cleavage and every man thinks they have a right to shove their dicks inside of you. Like, excuse me. Sometimes I just wear sexy clothes for myself and not for you. Give me a break here, Neanderthals.

"This is going to be a long night." Paulo sighs and I actually feel sorry for him for like a second. But then I remember I pay him to protect me, so really he's only doing his job.

Half an hour later and I decide to move because I can see an idiot moving toward me while Paulo is busy getting rid of another guy. The look in his eyes tells me he's one of those men who enjoys inflicting pain on others and I'm seriously in no mood to deal with his likes. Unless it's to punch him but Padre said to behave, so I'll be nice and save his nose. In my haste to get away from that pervert, I bump into someone and their drink ends up all over my cleavage. I can feel it going down to my thong and, thanks to my light outfit, dripping all the way down to my shoes.

"Are you fucking blind?" I ask before I even look up, and when I get no answer, I raise my head. Only to suck in air because holy fuck, is this guy hot. Who is he?

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