The Mafia’s Good Wife
Chapter 65

- Violet -

"Twenty nine weeks is a big deal. You're well into your third trimester, Violet. How are you feeling?" Dr. Lee asked through the screen on the computer. As always, Violet and Damon were doing their usual check-up with Dr. Lee. Even though they were miles away, technology had bridged the gap. They were still able to do the weekly check-up through Zoom. It worked out rather perfectly.

"I feel great, Dr. Lee. Everything's fine. I don't feel nauseous anymore or anything," Violet said reassuringly. "Baby Zach seems to be enjoying himself too. I feel him kicking around a lot more," "Well, that's great. But please, don't overwork yourself, okay?" Dr. Lee said in that worried tone of hers.

"Yes, doctor,"

"Well, alright," Dr. Lee said and she turned her eyes to the left side of the screen where Damon was. "And Damon, make sure you bring her back before the 30 weeks mark, okay? I mean, surely Violet and the baby are okay, but I just don't want to risk it," "You got it, Doc," Damon nodded his head.

"Okay, then I will see you guys in the next few days,"

"Bye, see you soon!"

With that, Damon clicked the button and ended the video call. Dr. Lee's face disappeared from the laptop screen and Damon closed it shut. He let out a long sigh before putting the laptop away.

"Aw, I kinda wish we could stay here longer," Violet said as she slumped back on the bed. Her head was resting against the headboard.

Violet was enjoying the island so much, she asked Damon the other day if they could extend their trip. Damon was up for it, but when he checked with Dr. Lee, the doctor didn't recommend they travel when she is past the 8 months mark. And just to be extra safe, Dr. Lee wanted them to return before the 30 weeks mark.

"I know, but you heard the doctor," Damon reminded her. He then joined her on the bed and put an arm around her.

"Yeah, yeah," she sighed and crossed her arms in an act of protest. "Two weeks are just too short!"

Damon turned to her and let out a chuckle.

"Sweet girl, we've been with each other for almost two weeks straight. How come you're still not tired of me yet?"

"I'm never tired of you, Damon,"

"Never?"

"Never," she said firmly. Then she leaned for his ear and whispered, "I want you. Like, all the time,"

Something happened inside of Damon when he heard this. His eyes widened and his mouth fell open. He was in shock. Meanwhile, Violet was smiling as she glanced away. She was blushing a little, but still smiling triumphantly.

Finally, Damon let out a breath and tilted her face up so that she was facing him. His eyes roamed her body from head to toe and his hands trailed her curves, from her knees up to her stomach, and back down again. Violet swallowed hard as she watched his hands move. And finally, she let out a small gasp when she felt his hands cupping her breasts.

Cocking his head to the side, Damon gave her his trademark smirk. Her heart was racing with anticipation as he tugged her dress up, pulling it over her belly, her breasts, and she raised her arms up and let the dress go flying away from her. She was completely naked and exposed to him, and he was staring at her with a hooded gaze. Violet was blushing hard, looking down at the floor, avoiding his eyes.

"Look at you... you're so f*****g beautiful," he hissed.

"Stop, you're just saying that," she muttered.

Violet was always a realist. She was seven and a half months pregnant. She felt bloated all the time, feeling so big, and out of her skin. Surely, she couldn't be that beautiful, she thought.

Damon didn't answer her right away. But suddenly, he grabbed her and crashed his lips onto hers. He kissed her hard, stopping her thoughts mid-sentence. He squeezed her breasts with both hands and let out an animalistic groan. Pressing himself tightly against her, he deepened the kiss and she felt that he was absolutely hard.

"You still think I'm just saying that?" he asked challengingly.

Violet didn't know how to react to that, so she just clamped up. Leaning down, Damon planted a soft kiss on the top of her b****t and his thumb ran circles over her nipple.

"I've been wanting to get my hands on you all day long, but I just didn't wanna tire you or anything. I mean, Dr. Lee had been warning me..."

Violet swallowed hard at his words. Her stomach clenched instinctively as she said, "You're not gonna tire me out,"

Damon paused as Violet held his face in her hands. And with eyes full of need and hunger, she told him, "I need you..."

~ Damon -

Fúck. I'm so screwed.

Damon's entire body stiffened when he heard those words coming out of her mouth. He knew he was crazy because he couldn't get enough of her. They'd have s*x and he'd take her over and over again, but he still wanted more. He thought he must be overworking her, but what he forgot to realize was that Violet was just like him. They were mirrors of each other. If he was that crazy into her, she was just as crazy into him too.

Closing the distance between them, Damon kissed the top of her breast and trailed his mouth lower, tracing a line over the bumpy glands, and finally he planted his lips on her big, dark n****e. A droplet of milk trickled out and she gasped in shock as his teeth clamped on her skin, his tongue licking and sucking on her milk.

"Fúck, you taste so sweet,"

Damon kissed her harder, eager, and hungry for more. His tongue worked gently, teasing the nub as he swirled around it. Moving his hands to cup her breast, he squeezed them firmly and sucked again, causing her to moan and another droplet of milk trickled out. Damon let out an appreciative groan as he gladly locked his mouth on her nipple, sucking her clean.

Holy shit. I'm obsessed.

Violet's breathing got fast and shallow. The pleasure and sensation were too much to bear, she couldn't help but close her eyes in response. Damon's other hand now found her other b****t and he hefted it, groped, and played with the n****e. "Ah!" she squeaked. "Careful, they're sensitive,"

Damon pulled away at the thought of hurting her. But damn it, he wanted to touch her again. He wanted to do so much more than that.

"I need you... so bad," he admitted.

Damon and Violet's eyes were locked on each other. They didn't say another word, but they knew what each other wanted. Slowly, Damon climbed over her body and she wiggled down.

Damon looked down to see Violet sprawled naked on the bed. She was so insanely beautiful to him. Her eyes were shining, and her skin was glowing. Her breasts were big and full, and her stomach was round and sticking out. Whenever he looked at her stomach, he only had one thought:

This is mine. I made her like this.

That thought got him so painfully hard, Damon was almost dripping in his pants. Meanwhile, Violet was now pulling the duvet to cover her body. She was feeling somewhat self-conscious as Damon couldn't stop looking at her.

"Damn baby," he hissed through gritted teeth, pulling the duvet back down. "If you can only see what I'm seeing right now,"

Damon leaned down and let his hardened bulge graze her thigh. She let out a little gasp when she noticed how hard I was.

"See? This is what you're doing to me," he said as he took her hand and rubbed it against his groin.

Violet's eyes turned hooded with lust. She bit on her bottom lip as she snaked her way into his pants, grabbing on his rock-hard shaft, and pulling it free. She started stroking him with her hand and pre-c*m glistened on his tip. Damon let out another groan. He purposefully let her have her way with him, and then he leaned to her ear and whispered, "This is how much I want you,"

His shaft was twitching and pulsing in her hand. He was going crazy, dying to be inside her. She knew it. She felt it too. And thankfully, she was putting him out of his misery. She guided his length to her entrance with her hand, and he paused so that only his tip was inside her.

"Ahh... Damon..." she moaned breathlessly. It was like music to his ears.

Damon started moving very slowly. He made long, deep thrusts into her. Pushing all the way in, and pulling all the way out. Every time his tip entered her core, he felt a whimper coming out of her.

"You're still the most gorgeous thing in the world, sweet girl,"

Violet was trying to push herself towards him, but Damon held her thighs firmly in place. He wanted to take his time with her. He wanted her to know how just crazy she was making him feel. And so, he pushed himself in and out of her purposefully slowly and tantalizingly. Using his finger, Damon also started to rub her c**t, pushing her closer to her climax.

"Damon... please..." she bucked her hips up and begged impatiently. "Just fuck me, please,"

Ah, fúck. When she says things like that, I almost lost it on the spot.

Holding her face tightly in his hands, Damon demanded her attention and said, "You're forever the greatest thing that's ever happened to me. You're the most beautiful girl in the world. Don't you doubt that for one second. You hear me?" "Ugh..." she whimpered in response. She was aching for this release so badly.

"Tell me, do you hear me?" he demanded.

"Yes," she said finally.

Smiling victoriously, Damon leaned down to capture her lips with his and he let himself go. He moved deep and hard, fast and rough. Giving her his all. It didn't take her long at all to find that release she'd been craving for. Screaming breathlessly, she clenched hard around him and released her sweet juices.

Fúck! That feels so f*****g good. And she's so f*****g beautiful.

Groaning aloud, Damon focused on his breathing so he wouldn't blow everything on the spot. He kept on with his thrusts, pounding himself into her with everything he got. Moving his mouth to kiss her neck, his lips stayed below her ears and he whispered sweet nothings to her skin.

"You're so f*****g beautiful... You're so f*****g sweet... You're driving me insane... You're mine forever and ever.... And I'm yours... So utterly and hopelessly yours,"

Damon was lost in the moment, just like she was. She made him feel all these crazy emotions, and he couldn't hold back anymore. Nothing in the world can make him feel this way. And he was convinced nothing in the world could take her away from him. Nothing.

-Violet -

*RING!* RING!* RING! *

Violet was completely passed out, asleep after another excursion with Damon. She was drifting far in her dreams when suddenly, the loud ringing noise woke her up. Her eyes jerked open and she saw Damon sitting up, grabbing his phone by the bedside table. "...Who is it?" she asked. Her eyes were opening and closing lazily.

"It's Liam," he said, pausing for a beat before answering the call. "Hello?"

Violet glanced around the room, looking for the clock on the wall. It was about 4.30 AM in the morning. The time in New Jersey right now would be about 5.30 AM. That didn't sound good. Why would Liam be calling so early in the morning?

"Are you sure about that?" Damon said into the phone. He waited for another beat before saying, "Alright. Do what you gotta do,"

Damon then turned off the call and got up from the bed. Violet propped herself up too. Her muscles were sore from all the excursion, but she pushed through. "Is everything okay?" she asked.

Damon was haphazardly reaching for his pants and putting them on. Letting out a sigh, he then said, "Sorry, sweet girl. I think it's time we go back to reality now..." Violet's body went stiff instantly. What does he mean by that?

"What's happening?"

"Liam got word that Celina and Benzino are on the move. It's not good for us to be separated from everyone. We need to get back,"

Damon was taking out his gun from the bedside drawer. He then started packing his things, but Violet only went silent. She was too stunned to even do anything.

Just when everything is going so smoothly, something always happens...

Damon noticed how shocked Violet was, and he stopped whatever he was doing. He went back to the bed and grabbed her head. He kissed her forehead and pressed their foreheads together in order to calm her down. "We'll be okay, sweet girl. I promise,"