The Mafia's Good Girl
The Mafia’s Good Girl – Chapter 10

~ Violet ~

“Take off your clothes,” he ordered.

Violet paused for a moment to let the words sink in.

Okay, this is. This is the end.

Seeing that she didn’t have any other options, Violet’s hand slowly pulled the zipper of her dress. The dress fell and pooled around her feet. Violet was now left in her white bra and underwear. She looked up to see Damon’s eyes turning dark, and she was shaking on the inside. A man had never seen her like this before and her hands went to cover her body instinctively.

“Don’t ever cover yourself in front of me, do you understand?” Damon barked. His hands removed Violet’s hands from her body. Violet’s cheeks blushed bright pink and she nodded her head meekly.

“Good girl,” he said.

His hands then went around her bra until they found the clasp and the bra came off with ease. Violet knew this wasn’t the first time Damon had to deal with bras. Damon let the bra fell on the floor and studied the sight before him. Violet was a small girl, she was only a B cup, nothing fancy. Damon’s eyes were glued to her chest and she was feeling insecure again, but Damon licked his lips and let out an appreciative g***n. His hands went to grab her breasts and Violet drew a sharp breath. He began to cup and massage her breasts and Violet couldn’t stop squirming and writhing. He rolled his fingers over her n*****s, pinching and pulling at them, and they soon became erect. Damon took it as a good sign and the smile on his face went wider. He pulled away suddenly and stepped back, leaving Violet hanging on the edge.

“Now I’m gonna need you to lay down here,” he said as he tapped on the wooden desk.

Violet looked at the big wooden table for a moment.

I guess this is it, this is where I’m going to lose it.

Wearing nothing but her underwear, Violet stepped closer to the desk, sat down, and lay flat on her back. The desk felt cold and hard against her skin. Violet didn’t ask for a bed made of roses for when she loses her virginity, but she never thought it would be like this.

This is just a business deal, nothing more, nothing less.

Violet kept repeating those words in her head like a mantra. Every time she felt like crying or breaking down, she reminded herself that this was just a business trade. It would be over very soon and life would be better for her and her family afterward.

“You’re not nervous, are you?” Damon’s voice pulled her back to reality. He was standing over her legs and Violet didn’t dare look in his direction. She averted her gaze to the ceiling instead.

“A little bit,” she admitted.

“I’m gonna need you to relax,” Damon said.

How can I possibly relax in this situation?

“Take a deep breath,” he said again as if he could read her mind.

Violet obeyed and took a deep breath. Her insides were twisting into knots and her chest was beating hard. The deep breaths weren’t helping, but Violet stayed completely still, thinking she could fake it until she made it.

Meanwhile, Damon’s hand slowly went to her sides, capturing the band of her underwear. He linked his fingers underneath the fabric before pulling them down her legs. Violet realized what was happening and she refused to look down in embarrassment. She figured she’d keep her gaze straight to the ceiling for the rest of the night. It would be much safer that way.

Don’t worry, Violet Rose. This will be over soon. Just keep your eyes up and let him get this over with.

Violet’s underwear fell to the floor and she was left completely exposed to Damon. He stood tall, hovering over her, and she felt like a patient on an operating table, being observed by the doctor. She felt so vulnerable and powerless. Violet knew what was coming now and she scrunched her eyes closed, thinking it was going to protect her from what was happening.

Violet could feel Damon’s hand on both her ankles and arched her legs upward. Her legs were parted open with her knees sticking up. This made her lower part completely open and visible for him. Violet could feel her body shaking in fear, but she tried her hardest not to squirm or cry.

“You’re afraid, aren’t you?” Damon said to her. “You have nothing to be afraid of, yet,”

Violet didn’t know if that was supposed to be a calming remark, because it did the absolute opposite. All the hairs in her body were standing up in response. And now she could hear the sound of his low chuckle and she felt him moving to her side.

“Open your eyes,” he said.

Violet bit her lips and shook her head lightly.

“I said open your eyes, Violet,” his tone dropped an octave lower and Violet’s eyes jerked open instantly.

“Good girl,” he smirked.

Damon put a hand on her cheek and Violet gasped at the contact. His hand was big and muscular, and his skin felt rough against hers. Damon slowly traced his fingers down her body, starting from her chin down to her neck and chest. The movement was sending shivers up and down her spine. Violet kept her eyes open as Damon’s eyes were still on her. Her body began to squirm as Damon’s fingers now landed on her stomach and it kept making their way down south.

“W-what are you doing?” Violet found herself stammering. Damon moved to stand in front of her legs again and his fingers were probing towards her entrance.

“I just wanna check something,” he said.

He leaned closer into her legs and his two hands pulled her folds open. He was leaning so close that Violet could feel his warm breaths against her sensitive raw skin. A man had never touched her there before, or came so close to her like this. Violet didn’t know what to think or feel. She was writhing and blushing like mad. Her heart felt like it was about to drop down from her chest.

“Fúck,” Damon hissed.

“What?” she asked.

“You’re a fúcking beautiful little girl,” he smirked. Violet could feel one of his fingers swiping and circling around her entrance. “And I can still see your hymen. You really did never touch yourself, huh?”

“W-why would I lie about that?” she responded.

Damon’s eyes shot up and another smirk escaped his lips. He then pulled his fingers away and Violet let out a sigh of relief. Violet knew, however, that this wasn’t the end of it. It was only the beginning.

Damon walked again to her side and his hand landed on her stomach. Violet tried her hardest not to think about how her skin was burning under his touch. She wished she could close her eyes but she knew Damon would get angry, so she didn’t. She just lay there endured every second of this torturous thing.

Damon’s hand found its way down to her entrance again and he had two fingers running up and down her folds. Violet felt uncomfortable and restless. She wanted to close her legs, but Damon saw right through it. He used his elbow to push her thigh down and he used his other hand to keep her other leg in place.

“Don’t even think of it,” he whispered in a threatening tone.

Violet swallowed hard. There was no use in fighting. All she could do now was lay there and take whatever it is Damon wanted to do to her. Violet’s eyes were back on the ceiling again as Damon brought his index finger to her clit. Her breath hitched as he rubbed and pinched her sensitive bud. Violet never felt anything like it before. She felt a pit building inside her stomach and whatever Damon was doing, it was pushing her further and further into the edge.

“How does this feel, Violet?” he said as his fingers continued rubbing against her. His thumb was pressed against her clit and his index finger circled around her entrance.

“Uh, I don’t know,”

“Does it feel good?”

Violet didn’t know what to say that. She kept quiet as the fire in her stomach grew bigger and bigger.

“Answer me, Violet,” he demanded.

“Y-yes,”

“Good girl,”

Violet immediately regretted saying that she liked it. She wasn’t supposed to like it. This was only a business exchange. But it was too late, she already said it and he heard her. Damon’s fingers moved even more erratically and she felt something wet pooling around her entrance.

“Hmm, look at you,” he g*****d appreciatively. “You’re so wet and ready,”

Violet could feel her stomach clenching. Her whole body felt tensed and it was aching for a release she didn’t know what. Damon pressed his fingers tighter against her, putting on more pressure. And just when she thought she was going to get a release, Damon suddenly pulled his hand away.

“Okay, that’s it for today,” he turned his back on her rather abruptly and he started rolling down his sleeves.

“W-what?” Violet gaped.

She was lying naked on a wooden desk, her stomach twisting into knots, and her core was wet and throbbing.

“Get your clothes and go back to your room,” Damon said as he reached for his suit jacket.

Violet didn’t move an inch. She didn’t even blink. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

“What?!” she asked again.

“You heard me,” he said as he turned back to her, meeting her confused gaze.

“B—but I thought…”

“You thought I was going to make it easy for you?” he scoffed. Damon let out a smirk and leaned closer to her. “No, I want to take my time with you. This isn’t going to be easy or fast,”

Violet’s jaw dropped open in shock. Damon stifled a laugh as he found it absolutely entertaining. He then put his finger into his mouth and licked it dry, the same finger that he was using to touch her minutes ago.

What in the world…?

Violet was dumbfounded, and she never got another answer from Damon. He simply turned around and headed for the door. Violet lay breathless, naked, and confused on the wooden table. She really couldn’t believe what was happening.

Damon stopped for a moment before he reached for the door. He turned his face hallway to her and said, “I’ll see you tomorrow night, sweet girl,”

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It was such a bizarre night.

Violet lay on that table for a few more seconds before she realized Damon really wasn’t coming back. She then grabbed her clothes, put them on, and returned to her room. She was flustered, confused, and scared.

What does this mean? Why is he delaying this?

Violet couldn’t get a wink of sleep. So much and yet so little happened the past hour and she didn’t know what to make of it. She could finally fall asleep at the crack of dawn and she woke up the next morning still with the same questions and fear haunting her.

“I want to take my time with you. This isn’t going to be easy or fast,”

Violet spent her morning in anxiety thinking over Damon’s words from last night. And by the time the afternoon rolled around, she had to answer Dylan’s question of why she wasn’t coming home today. She could barely understand what was happening, let alone explaining it to someone else.

“He hasn’t done it yet,” Violet said to Dylan on the phone. She went out to the garden again, thinking she could read a book for some peace and quiet. But it was clear to her, there was no peace as long as she lived here in the estate.

“What are you talking about?” Dylan yelled on the phone. “You’re supposed to be home yesterday!”

“I know, but he hasn’t done… anything,” Violet couldn’t find the right words to describe what last night was. The deal was for Damon to take her virginity and technically that hadn’t happened yet.

“So then he’s just keeping you there?” Dylan asked. “For how long?”

“I-I don’t know…” Violet sighed.

“Vi, you need to come home,” Dylan said.

“I want to come home, Dyl, but the deal’s not done yet… and I don’t know how much longer he’s going to keep me here…”

Violet threw her gaze out to the garden and even though it was a beautiful sight, she knew she didn’t belong here. She was only supposed to stay here for a night. It shouldn’t take this long for someone to take her virginity. Damon was clearly playing a trick on her, purposefully prolonging her torture.

“Three nights,”

Violet suddenly heard a voice. She turned her head around and saw a girl with wavy black hair and fair skin standing before her.

“What?” Violet asked.

“Three nights. That’s usually when Damon breaks,” the girl said with a smile.

“Uh… Dyl, I’m gonna have to call you back,” Violet said to the phone and she ended the call, much to Dylan’s protests.

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– – – – – To Be Continued – – – – –