The Mafia's Good Girl
The Mafia’s Good Girl – Chapter 32

~ Violet ~

Violet didn’t know how long she sat inside the church. She was overwhelmed with so much guilt and shame, and she felt irreparably broken. Even though God wasn’t saying anything back to her, it felt nice just to be able to cry her heart out. So she stayed there for hours and hours into the night.

Father God, I know I made a stupid decision. I thought I’d be strong enough for this, but with every night that passed, my soul keeps slowly slipping away. I’m scared that after I’m done here, there’s going to be nothing left of me. I’m scared that he’s going to break me apart until there’s nothing left but the shell of a person I used to be. Please, God, help me. Give me some strength. Give me something.

And in the middle of her prayers, as if God was answering her, suddenly the door of the church flung open. Violet whipped her head back and saw a man standing at the doorway with light emanating from behind him. From where she was seeing him, he looked almost like an angel.

But he was no angel.

Damon was holding a gun in his hand and he pointed it at her. Violet froze in her spot, and she remembered Talia’s words from before.

“Breaking a contract with Damon Van Zandt is not something you wanna do. There are consequences for that. People have died from that,”

Violet was trembling in fear. But when Damon saw that it was only Violet inside the church, he put his gun away.

“What are you doing here?” he asked her. “Shouldn’t you be in bed, sleeping?”

Violet realized that she wasn’t in any danger. Gathering her composure, she shook her head and said, “It’s hard to sleep when your heart is at war with your mind,”

Violet purposefully gave him a rather vague answer. She thought he’d just roll his eyes and tell her to go, but he didn’t do that. Keeping his eyes locked on hers, Damon kept walking until he was standing at an arm’s length away from her. Then he bent down to her level and cócked his head to the side.

“Why is your heart is at war with your mind?” he asked.

“Because… I don’t know who I am anymore,” she replied, her voice was slightly cracking. “Because you broke me apart, Damon,”

Violet couldn’t stop the word vomit coming out of her mouth. She didn’t mean to say all these things to her tormentor. She didn’t want his pity or his arrogance. But before she could stop it, the words just came out.

“Every time you touch me, I get more and more fragmented. I don’t know how much more of this I can take before I’m completely broken up…”

Tears trickled down her face and Violet hated how she couldn’t keep a strong composure. She thought about Damon must be so happy right now. He’d succeeded in breaking her into pieces. All those mind games and power play, this must be what he wanted.

“You’re not broken, sweet girl,” Damon said suddenly, catching her off guard. He put a hand on her chin and tilted her face up to him. “Maybe you can’t see it, but when I see you, I don’t see brokenness. I see strength,”

Violet was stunned. She didn’t expect this at all. He wasn’t condescending or mocking her. He was… caring and gentle.

How is that possible?

Violet stared at him like he was a sight to marvel at. Meanwhile, Damon’s thumb wiped a tear that fell from her cheek. His eyes were soft and tender as he said, “You’re not broken. You just… evolved,”

Evolved?

“But what if I don’t like who I’m becoming?” she said.

“Do you even know who you’re becoming?” he said.

Violet fell silent. She never thought about it. Damon then gripped her face tighter and pulled her closer towards him.

“Let me show you then,” he murmured lowly.

His face was so close to her, she could his breaths on her cheek. His eyes darted from her eyes to her lips and Violet’s heart stopped beating. Damon waited for a beat before he closed the distance between their faces. His lips landed on hers and Violet closed her eyes instinctively.

Damon’s k**s was magnetic and out of control. Violet found herself molding into his arms as he kissed her deeper and deeper. She locked her hands on the back of his hair and he wrapped his hands around her waist. Something was burning inside her chest and Violet didn’t know what that was.

What’s happening to me?

Damon let out a low g***n as Violet ran her fingers through his hair. Something must be burning inside him too because he suddenly pushed her down to the floor with a sense of urgency. Violet lay flat on the floor as Damon hovered on top of her. He never broke away from the k**s and his arms were still locked around her body.

Sure, Damon had kissed her before and he did way more than that, but there was something about this k**s that felt new and different. Violet felt butterflies and electric sparks coursing through her veins. She didn’t want to stop and neither did he. They kissed for the longest time as their hands explored each other’s bodies.

“You’re mine, Violet Rose Carvey,” he murmured as his lips traveled to her jaw and neck. “This is who you are,”

Violet didn’t fight back. In fact, she arched her neck to give Damon more access. Damon showered her skin with k****s and continued his way down her body. His lips landed on her stomach and his hands pushed the hem of her dress up her thighs. And when he saw that she wasn’t wearing any underwear under her dress, he let out an appreciative g***n.

He’s right. This is who I’m becoming. I’m becoming his…

Damon kissed her clit and sucked on her core. Waves of pleasure washed over her and Violet was losing her senses. She lost track of time and any sense of decency as Damon’s lips brought her to her first órgasm. He didn’t stop there and he didn’t slow down either. He kept going for as long as he could, worshipping her body into the crack of dawn.

“You’re mine, Violet,” he said as he looked up at her for a moment. “Say it,”

“I’m yours, Damon,” she sighed and her eyes rolled back from the pleasure. “All yours,”

Violet knew she sounded like a hypocrite right now. Just moments ago, she was praying to God and regretting her decision for coming here. But after his k**s and the way he touched her, she felt something new. This was different from all the other times he touched her before. This felt… divine.

“Ahhh!”

Violet came for the third time on Damon’s mouth. He let out a satisfied smile and licked her juices dry. Violet was still coming down from her high when Damon climbed on top of her again. His face was hovering above hers and she felt a strong bulge pressed up against her stomach.

“Do you see what I’m saying?” he said with those dark piercing eyes.

Violet nodded her head in response.

“I know I’m yours, Damon. But then who are you?”

That was a loaded question and Damon chose not to answer.

“I think we both know the answer to that,” he said simply.

That’s right. He’s just the devil. That’s who he is.

Violet felt his hands moving and heard the sound of his belt unbuckling. Before long, Violet felt Damon’s tip running along her entrance. She let out a gasp when he entered her slowly. He was being gentle with her, but her body was still hurting.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked.

Violet nodded her head and grimaced. Damon stopped moving entirely. He was about to pull out of her but she put a hand on his chest suddenly and said, “No,”

Violet knew her body needed rest, but she didn’t want it. She wanted him. She wanted the feeling that only he could give her.

“Are you sure?” Damon stared at her with hooded eyes.

Violet nodded again and said, “Take me. Make me yours,”

Damon didn’t need to be told twice. He eased himself into her again and closed the distance between their lips. Violet’s entire body felt like it was on fire. His k**s was devouring her, and his thrusts grew feral. He took her over again and again until the sunlight broke through the windows and Violet’s eyes rolled to the back of her head. It was now morning time but all she could see was the darkness and the stars. He was bringing her to the depths of hell, and yet nothing ever felt so good.

Take me, Damon. Because I’m yours.

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Violet realized that she had passed out again. Sometimes the intensity of her órgasms was so great that it was too much for her brain and body to handle. Dr. Lee said that it wasn’t an issue and her body would adapt as she gained more and more experience.

Violet stirred and she could feel her body lifted up by two strong arms. Her eyes were too weak so she couldn’t open them, but she was fully aware of what was happening. She was being hoisted up in Damon’s arms and he was carrying her out of the church.

Violet rested her head on his chest and listened to his heart beating. Damon was taking her back to the house, he climbed up the stairs to get to her room. He was probably almost at her door when he suddenly stopped his tracks.

“Talia,” he said under his breath. Violet could picture that Talia was probably standing in front of him.

“What did you do, Damon?” Talia gasped, sounding worried.

“It’s none of your concern,” he said simply and continued walking.

Talia paused for a beat before saying, “I saw you two coming out of the church,”

Damon stopped his tracks again.

“And?” he asked.

“That place’s supposed to be sacred. You don’t even let people go in there. And yet you do this,” Talia scoffed mockingly. “She sleeps there, Damon. What would she think of you and the things you do to this poor girl?”

Is she talking about Isabella? Wait, so that church is where she’s buried?

“I don’t care what she thinks, she’s dead,” Damon roared a response.

Violet could hear Damon’s heart beating faster. It seemed like talking about Isabella triggered a certain kind of response from him.

“And do you ever stop to think about Violet? What does she think of all of this?” Talia snapped back. “You’re hurting her, Damon, physically and mentally. She doesn’t deserve this!”

“Yeah, and why do you care?”

“Because I like her. She’s not the same as all those other girls you bring around here,”

Damon stifled a laugh.

“I know she’s not, that’s why I’m paying her so much,”

“I don’t care how much you’re paying her. What you’re doing to her is wrong!”

Like a good friend, Talia was coming full force in Violet’s defense. If only she could move right now, Violet would’ve jumped to her and hugged her tight. Meanwhile, Damon didn’t say anything for a while and Violet could feel his heartbeat calming down. He took a deep breath and Violet could feel his chest rising against her head.

Damon then sighed and said, “I never said it’s right, but she agreed on it. It’s her own damn choice,”

Damon was unbothered and cold. And with that, he continued walking past Talia. Talia couldn’t say anything back. Damon made his way into Violet’s bedroom and put her down gently on the bed. He put a blanket over her body and made sure she was warm and covered. Then he put a hand on her face and wiped away the wild strands of hair covering it.

“It’s not right, but you’re mine anyway, sweet girl,” he said in a whisper. “All mine,”

His thumb caressed her cheek and he stayed like that for a second more. And when he lifted his hand off her face and walked away, Violet wished that he would stay and hold her a second longer.

He is the devil and I am his… I’m the devil’s girl.