The Mafia's Good Girl
The Mafia’s Good Girl – Chapter 59

~ Violet ~

– – – – – Two Weeks Later – – – – –

“Damon!” Violet cried as she reached her climax again. “Ahhh!!”

Violet thrashed her head back against the table and her hands pulled against the ropes restraining her. Electricity coursed through her veins as her body jerked and convulsed. Lying flat on the table in the secret playroom, Violet’s hands were tied up and her legs were secured with a metal bar separating her ankles.

* SMACK! *

Damon showed no signs of slowing down as he slapped her thigh and continued pounding into her core. He grabbed the metal spreader and raised it higher, pulling Violet’s body up with him.

“Damon…!!” she screamed as he pushed her órgasm longer and further.

“Yea, scream it out, baby,” he said through the thrusts. “Tell the world who you belong to,”

The metal bar was raised up to her chest so her pússy was fully exposed to him. Damon took her over and over again while he leaned down and captured her lips with his. Even though she just came a minute ago, Violet couldn’t hold it anymore and she felt another buildup coming. Damon was hitting her g-spot with each stroke and before she knew it, she was screaming his name while cúmming into the abyss.

“Fu-uck,” he g*****d as he felt her walls clenching all around him. “That’s it,”

Violet closed her eyes as the euphoria took over her body. She felt him pushing a few more thrusts before his length throbbed and pulsated, erupting into spurts of hot liquid inside her. Violet let out a m**n and milked every last drop of him. Damon couldn’t stop cussing and hissing as he emptied himself, and a satisfied smile was plastered on his face when he pulled out.

Taking a step back, Damon stopped and admired her tied up hands and spread apart legs. Violet couldn’t move away, but she could move her body a little. She felt hot liquid oozing out of her core and she squirmed in response. Damon used one hand to hold the metal spreader in place and his other hand went to her entrance. He swiped the white liquid oozing out of her and pushed them back with his fingers.

“Ahh,” Violet let out a m**n when she felt his fingers pushing into her.

Damon let out a smirk and pulled his hand out. He then brought his fingers to her lips and she sucked on it instinctively. Violet licked and lapped at the combination of their cúms. Damon’s eyes turned dark and hooded in response, and he clenched his jaw to suppress a g***n.

“Hmm, who do you belong to, angel?” he said as he pulled his fingers out of her mouth and grazed his thumb all over her lips.

“I belong to you, Damon Van Zandt,” she replied with a k**s to his thumb. “I’m all yours,”

“That’s right. You’re all mine,” Damon leaned down and planted a short k**s on her lips. “You’re my girl,”

“I’m your girl,” she repeated as he pulled away, and her words made him stop and stare for a second longer.

With a satisfied smile playing on his face, Damon staggered back and released the metal spreader from her ankles. He then walked around the table and released the ropes restraining her wrists.

Violet let out a sigh as she pulled her hands down to her chest. She massaged her wrists where there were marks left by the ropes. Damon saw them and he took her hand to inspect the bruises. He looked relieved when he saw the bruises weren’t deep and he kissed her wrist. Violet could feel her heart leaping out of her chest as he did. Rough Damon was sexy as hell, but Gentle Damon could always melt her right on the spot.

“Come on,” he said as he lifted her body up and carried her. “Let’s go take a shower,”

Violet mewled and buried her face into his chest like a baby. She would much rather stay in the playroom and have more fun with him, but it was already morning time and Damon had to get ready for work.

Several weeks had gone by since Damon and Violet were physically active again. Slowly but surely, she was starting to enjoy s*x again without remembering any of her trauma. He was patient and gentle with her at first, but it didn’t take him long before he moved things to the playroom again. Rough and crazy s*x was always his thing after all, and Violet wouldn’t want it any other way.

“Can’t you just stay here today?” Violet whined as Damon put her body down inside the warm bubble-filled tub. “Do you really have to go to work?”

Damon let out a sigh and forced out a smile. It looked like he didn’t want to go to work either. Violet pouted her lips and grabbed his arm as if to ask him not to go. Damon cócked his head to the side and relented, he let her pull him into the tub and he stepped inside. As soon as Damon sat down, Violet came and straddled him, making sure he wasn’t able to get away. Damon only stifled a laugh and shook his head in response.

“Hey, sweet girl,” he said.

“Yeah?”

“If you can have all the money in the world, what do you wanna do?”

Violet paused for a beat as she didn’t expect this kind of question at all.

“Well, I already have all the money in the world,” she shrugged. “You gave it to me, remember? And I’m using them to put Dylan back in college and get my mom into a better treatment facility. Oh, and I want to move them to a bigger house too,”

Violet smiled as she remembered the plans she made. Her mom already started treatment at a better facility in New York, and starting next spring, Dylan would be back at Fordham.

“I only gave you three million dollars, that’s not all the money in the world,” Damon shook his head at her. “I’m asking you if you can have so much more than that, what do you wanna do? And not just for other people, but for you,”

Violet fell silent again and thought about his question. This wasn’t something she ever thought about before. Life had been so difficult that she never even had the chance to daydream about such things.

“Well, I don’t know…” she trailed. “All the money in the world?”

“Yeah, and you can do anything you want,” he said reassuringly. “What will it be?”

Violet let her mind wander and a small smile curved up her lips. He waited patiently for her answer and he just stared at her like she was a sight to marvel at.

“Maybe… I’ll open my own café someday,” she said as her gaze went to the ceiling. “And I definitely want to travel. Italy was amazing and I heard that France is too. Oh, and I also want to try Turkish coffee and go see the coffee farms in Hawaii!”

“Okay,” he chucked. “What else?”

“And maybe I’ll go back to school,” she said. “I’d love to study English or literature and maybe be a teacher?”

“Hmm, I can see that,” he nodded his head approvingly. “I think you’ll be a great teacher,”

“And then I’ll get a big house with a big garden! Maybe one like this, but not this big,” she laughed. “And we’ll live there with all our ten kids and twenty dogs,”

“We’re gonna have ten kids and twenty dogs?” he gaped.

“Why not?” she replied, unashamed.

Damon’s lips curved up a smile as he said, “You’re right, that does sound perfect,”

Violet couldn’t stop the smile forming on her face either. Her heart was beating fast and her stomach was fluttering as she thought about having a big family with him someday. They would have such beautiful babies and they would run around the garden, filling their days with joy and laughter.

“Which is exactly why I have to go to work, okay?” Damon said as he put a finger to her nose. “I’m gonna give you the world and everything you ever dream of, I promise you that,”

Damon gave her one last smile before pulling himself up and out of the tub. Violet could only sigh as she looked up at him. She didn’t want him to go, but she understood why he had to.

“Okay, fine…” she said finally, her shoulders slumped under the water.

Damon grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. He was about to head for the door, but he stopped himself and turned around. He leaned down and gave Violet a quick k**s on the top of her head, and it took everything in her not to hold onto his arm again.

“Give me two more months and I’ll make all your dreams come true,” he said through the k**s. “Just wait,”

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~ Damon ~

– – – – – One Week Later – – – – –

For Damon, the mafia world was a lot like a game of chess.

You play against a clear opponent and you both have your turns to prepare and kill each other. In the game between him and Victor Maranzano, Damon could see how so many pieces had fallen dead. Victor got Isabella and Joe, but then Damon got his son, Giulio. Now, Damon didn’t mean to use Violet as a pawn, but they took her and he got her back, killing Victor’s two sons in the process.

Victor was losing his key pieces and he was most vulnerable now. He had to strategize to play wisely, but it must be difficult because he must be feeling emotional. Damon took this opportunity to prepare for his last move. Working together with Hugo, they’ve set a date to trap Victor and bring his empire down into dust.

The date in question was January 1st. It was a meaningful date since it was also a week before Damon’s birthday. This was going to be the biggest achievement of his life and Damon wanted to do it before he turned 27.

Looking at the calendar on his desk, Damon counted that there were about 7 weeks left before the D-Day. So far, everything was going according to plan and he just had to make sure that nothing would derail that.

* KNOCK * KNOCK *

Damon was busy checking and tracking the progress of his plan when he heard a knock on his office door. He looked up at the clock and the time showed that it was 4.30 in the morning. It was definitely too early for Adrian to come in, and last he check, Violet was fast asleep in their bedroom.

“Come in,” Damon said cautiously as his hand went to the gun in his desk.

The door creaked open slowly, revealing Violet who was standing at the doorway.

“Hey,” she said.

“Hey,” he replied, putting the gun away.

“Why aren’t you in bed?” she asked as she stepped inside. She was wearing his shirt and it looked so big over her body. “Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s okay, I just have some work I need to finish,” he said reassuringly.

Violet let out a sigh and walked around the desk. Damon turned his chair to the side and welcomed Violet into his space. He took her hand as she slipped her legs around his waist, straddling him.

“It’s too early for work. Come back to bed,” she said rather persuasively, kissing and nibbling the corners of his ear. “Please,”

Damon stifled a laugh because he knew he couldn’t say no to her. He locked her legs around his waist and carried her up with ease.

“Alright,” he said. “Let’s go,”

Violet clung to him like a child as Damon brought her back to their room. He let her down gently on the bed and her arms were stubbornly holding onto his neck. She didn’t want to let him go in case he’d leave again. Damon smiled in response and he snuggled into the bed with her, pressing their bodies together.

“Hey, Damon,” she said as she ran her fingers on his cheek.

“Yes, angel?”

“Last week, I told you what I’d do if I can have anything in the world, but you never told me yours,” she said. “Now, if you can do absolutely anything in the world, what would you do?”

Damon’s lips curved up a smile. He had been thinking about this for a while and the answer was clear.

“So you wanna know what my dreams are, huh?” he asked.

“Yes,” she nodded.

“It’s simple. My dream is to make your dreams come true,”

“What?” she gaped.

“You’re my passion, angel. You’re my reason for living,” he said as he cupped her face in his hand. “Making all your dreams come true is all I want,”

Violet’s eyes were wide as saucers and her mouth fell open. She was stunned by his answer, and she couldn’t stop herself from smiling after she heard it.

“Well, in that case, there’s something else that I want… and I can’t live in this world without it,” she said.

“What is it? Tell me,” he pressed.

“You,” she replied. “I want you with me, forever and always,”

Damon was the one who was stunned this time. A lump was stuck in his throat and he didn’t say anything for a good three seconds.

“You already got me, sweet girl,” he said finally. “I’m all yours, forever and always,”

“Are you sure about that?” she asked with a playful smile.

“Of course,” he narrowed his eyes at her.

Suddenly and out of nowhere, Violet pushed him until he was lying flat on his back and she climbed on top of him swiftly.

“Still sure?” she asked as she pinned his hands above his head.

Damon couldn’t help but laugh. She wasn’t strong enough to restrain him. If he wanted to, he could’ve easily flipped her over. But her acting tough was kind of cute, so he let it slide.

“You don’t need a safeword, do you?” she asked teasingly.

“No,” he replied. “I’m all yours, baby. Do what you want with me,”

Violet was smiling from ear to ear as she leaned down and crashed her lips onto his. She kissed him with everything she got and she moved to k**s his jaw, his neck, and down to his chest. Damon stayed completely still and watched as his girl worshipped his body with those lips. It wasn’t like him to be on the receiving end like this, but whatever she wanted with him, he’d do it for her. Whatever she dreamed of, he’d make it happen. That was his promise.

Have your way with me. I’m all yours for the taking.