The Mafia's Good Girl
The Mafia’s Good Girl – Chapter 35

~ Violet ~

– – – – – Three Days Later – – – – –

Surprisingly enough, life in the estate was getting more and more enjoyable for Violet. Today marked the sixteenth day since she signed the deal, which meant she was more than halfway done. Only two more weeks and this crazy roller-coaster adventure would come to an end.

Violet never thought she would say this, but she might actually miss being in the estate. Once she was able to look past Damon’s obsession with inflicting pain, being with him was actually… wonderful.

Wait a second, that can’t be right.

Violet from three weeks ago would have never seen this coming, but Damon seemed to know her body inside and out. He knew just what to do to awaken her deepest, darkest desires, and nothing in the world could ever satisfy her the way he did. And even though she was chained, roughly manhandled, and spanked a lot, she didn’t feel degraded or helpless. On the contrary, she felt beautiful, powerful, and sexy. She became a natural-born goddess when he was with her.

Yeah, I really must have gone mad.

Violet knew full well just how crazy that sounded, but that was the truth. She was enjoying herself so much, she even stopped feeling homesick. Sure, she still talked to her mom and brother on the phone, and she invited her mom to come over in a few days. But when her mom asked her if she missed home, the genuine answer was no.

Violet used to wish her days away, but now she felt the need to savor each moment she had here. Two weeks would go by so fast and Violet wouldn’t be able to enjoy the beautiful estate and its perks after that. With that in mind, Violet was determined to make the most of her time here. She started waking up early every morning to make coffee and took a walk around the garden. Then she’d have brunch and tea with Talia before spending an afternoon out in the church or in the library reading books. Then when the nighttime came, she’d be ready to greet Damon as he arrived home. They would have crazy, unbelievable s*x that blew her mind out of the water. She would then go to sleep, wake up, and repeat the process all over again.

Talk about living your best life.

If a year ago someone had told her that this was what she would be doing at eighteen after graduating high school and rejecting Harvard, she would’ve laughed so hard. But truth be told, life was full of surprises. And after spending sixteen days with Damon Van Zandt, Violet had built the stamina and a liking for surprises.

“Let’s see, what shall we do with you today?” Damon asked as he walked circles around Violet. She was standing butt naked in the middle of his playroom, the smile on her face was the only thing she was wearing tonight.

“Hmm, surprise me,” she replied in a playful and seductive tone. “Master,”

Damon’s lips twitched into a smirk. Of course, he too noticed the change in her. When they first started the deal, Violet had this horrified look on her face when she entered the playroom. But now, she did a total 180 and going into the playroom became her favorite sport.

She loved undressing herself for him. She loved the way he looked and touched her body. And any kind of pain she felt would always be rewarded with the same amount of pleasure, if not more. Violet no longer saw her situation as maltreatment, but rather as an adventure.

“I was right about you,” Damon said as he tilted her chin up with his hand. “The moment I saw you in that bar, I already knew,”

Damon’s dark eyes pierced into hers and he cócked his head to the side in that smug manner. Violet used to hate this about him, but now she found it rather… sexy.

“I knew you’d be a good girl,” he said again with his lips pressing on her cheek. His low and husky voice sent shivers up and down her spine. “You’d look so good, all tied up, your skin burning red, and your pússy fúcked raw,”

Violet couldn’t help but close her legs tighter together. Damon hadn’t even done anything to her yet, and she was already wet.

“Would you want me to do that to you, baby girl?” Damon murmured as his lips hovered on her neck. Violet felt his warm breaths hitting her skin and she arched her body closer to him in response.

“Yes, sir,” she said. “I want you to do whatever you want to me,”

The smile on Damon’s face grew wider. He pressed his lips onto hers for a quick, rough k**s. Then he pulled away and pulled her entire body with him. He led her to the metal bars standing at one part of the room and positioned her body in front of it. Violet let out a gasp as the cold metal hit her bare skin. Not wasting any more time, Damon took off his tie and locked her hands above her head with them. She was tied up against the metal bars, sandwiched between his rock-hard body and the cold metal behind her.

“Tell me,” he said as he unbuttoned his crisp white shirt. “Whose are you?”

“I’m yours, sir,” she replied as her eyes greedily roamed his toned body. “All yours and only yours,”

“That’s fúcking right,” Damon smirked triumphantly. He threw his shirt aside and slipped out of his black slacks. He stood naked before her and she saw how his manhood was firm and ready.

Damon gripped one of her thighs and spread them apart. He positioned himself and pressed his length onto her folds. Violet thrashed her head back when she felt his tip rubbing against her sensitive skin.

“Hmm, someone’s wet and ready,” Damon g*****d appreciatively and pulled her thigh up higher. She was completely exposed to him and he could take at her any moment now.

Violet’s knees and body shook in anticipation. Damon teased her some more by pressing his tip to her entrance and clit. He then slapped her entrance with his shaft and Violet squirmed uncontrollably.

“Master…” she cried. “Please…”

“What do you want, sweet girl?”

“I want you… inside me,”

The moment those words left her mouth, Damon pushed his length into her core all at once. He pushed into her rough and deep. Violet let out a sharp cry as her walls adjusted to his size. Damon took long strokes thrusting in and out of her, his steel rod was stretching her core open. He then used his free hand to grip the back of Violet’s neck and pulled her head down, making sure she was watching everything. Violet’s mouth dropped open when she saw his thick length penetrating her again and again. Her breathing was labored and her heart was racing. She was close.

“Oh!” she squealed when she felt his tip hitting her cervix. Damon kept thrusting while holding her neck down and one of her thighs up. He was pounding into her with such force and speed, Violet didn’t stand a chance. Her stomach clenched and her eyes were rolling back. “Master, I’m coming… I’m…”

But before she could find her release, Damon pulled out of her and denied her the órgasm. Violet’s body shook in need and she g*****d in protest. Her walls were throbbing and aching for him, but he kept himself away on purpose.

“Master…” she cried.

“Do you want to cúm, kitten?”

“Yes, sir,”

“Beg me,”

Normally, Violet wouldn’t wait another second before begging him, but this time she felt something different. She looked up to see his dark hooded eyes and she felt a tingle in her stomach.

Surrendering to him is too easy. I wonder if I can try something else instead…

“Beg me,” he said again, sounding more and more demanding.

Violet’s lips twitched into a playful smile as she said, “Make me,”

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~ Damon ~

Damon thought he didn’t hear her right, so he asked her again.

“Beg me,” his tone dropped an octave lower this time.

Violet kept her eyes on him and she didn’t flinch when she said, “Make me,”

Damon’s jaw clenched instinctively. No one ever defied him like this before. His chest was burning in anger, but he also felt intrigued. He started thinking of all the ways he would break her and make her beg for him. And just the thought of it was driving him insane.

Oh, fúck me.

Letting out an animalistic growl, Damon yanked the tie above her head roughly until it ripped and broke. Once she was freed, he picked her entire body up and threw her over his shoulder. He brought her to the nearby leather table and put her down. She lay flat on her back and he swiftly cuffed her wrists and ankles to the corners of the table.

Damon took a step back and admired the view. Violet lay helplessly on the table with her arms and legs open wide. Damon liked what he saw. He stood close to the table and ran his fingers up her leg. His index finger slowly brushed up her inner thigh and it kept going towards her entrance. Her body shuddered at his touch and her toes were curling up.

“Your last chance,” he said as his thumb pressed against her clit. “Beg me,”

Violet swallowed hard. Everything in her body wanted to surrender to him, but she was fighting it. She wanted more than just surrendering, she wanted to be conquered.

“Make me,” she said again.

Damon had hoped she would say that. He lifted his hands off of her and went to the drawers. Moments later, he came back with his hands covered in black latex gloves and he was holding a tattoo gun. Violet’s eyes widened in shock when she saw it.

“Is that…” she croaked, unable to finish her sentence.

“This is gonna hurt like hell,” he said simply.

Her eyes showed signs of fear, but she was still being stubborn. Damon brought a tray of equipment out and set it on next to the table. His eyes roamed her body and they settled on the area on her lower stomach. He took out an alcoholic wipe and pressed it on her skin. She drew in a sharp breath and felt the cold sting. Damon took his time as he wiped and prepped her skin, all the while he was watching her expression in amusement.

She’s not gonna go through with this. She’ll say her safeword.

Damon kept waiting for her to say something, but she never did. He had finished prepping her and he turned on the tattoo gun in his hand. The small machine buzzed and whirled. The needle stood sharp and Damon made sure Violet got a good look at it. He thought this would be enough to scare her off, and she was scared, but she fought back.

“Remember, you asked for it,”

Damon brought the gun down to her skin. He paused for a moment just before the needle hit her. He glanced up at her face and waited for her mouth to speak. Her lips were quivering, but she held them down together.

Are you really not gonna say it?

Violet bit her l*p shut and her face said that she was ready for war. Though she was completely mortified, her beautiful purple-blue eyes stared back at him challengingly. Damon stifled a laugh and shook his head in disbelief. His hands and eyes went back to the area on her lower stomach and he pressed the needle to her skin.

“Don’t say I never warn you…”