The Mafia's Good Girl
The Mafia’s Good Girl – Chapter 36

~ Damon ~

“AHHH!” Violet let out a loud scream as the needle pierced her skin.

Her body jerked in pain, but Damon kept a firm hold on her. He maintained his precision as the black ink began to take shape. And when the b***d trickled out, he wiped them away quickly and continued working on her skin.

“Ah! Ouch! Ah!”

Violet could barely stay still. She looked down and saw Damon fully focused on the area of her lower stomach.

“Stop moving,” he hissed.

“It hurts…” she cried.

“If you want me to stop, you know what to do,”

Damon looked up and saw the expression on her face. He waited to see if she would use the safeword now, but she still didn’t.

What a stubborn girl.

Damon put the tattoo gun down and walked back to the drawers. He came back moments later with a small vibrator in his hand. The machine whirred and buzzed and he slowly rubbed it against her opening.

“Don’t move,” he instructed.

Violet was clenching her jaw and her whole body went stiff. Damon pushed the small machine into her core and kept it there. Violet thrashed her head back and m****d in response. She wanted to clench her legs shut, but she couldn’t move. Damon grabbed the tattoo gun again and returned to his original place. He held her thigh down with his free hand, making sure that she wouldn’t make any sudden moves.

“Ahh…!” She let out a cry when the tattoo gun was back on her skin. “Oh my God!”

The extreme mixture of pain and pleasure coursed through her body. Violet’s eyes jerked open and her jaw fell to the ground. Her stomach was clenching hard and an órgasm was inevitable.

“…Damon…” Violet’s voice came out breathlessly.

“Stay still,” he barked.

Violet stayed completely still as the wave of euphoria washed over her body. Damon could see it all happening before his eyes. Her mouth fell open but no words were coming out. Several more minutes passed and Violet was rolled again and again in an intense wave of órgasm. He didn’t think she could do it, but she managed to keep still all the way until Damon finished tattooing her skin.

Once he was satisfied with the result, Damon turned off the gun and put the machine away. He wiped the excess b***d and marveled at his creation.

D V Z

Those three little letters were forever inked on her body. Violet looked down to see what Damon was seeing, and her eyes widened in shock. Their eyes met and Damon gave her a proud smirk. He was satisfied, he had marked her as his.

“Make sure you keep it dry for twenty four hours,” he said as he grabbed some petroleum jelly and a bandage.

“I…” she croaked and blinked her eyes in disbelief. “This is…”

Violet stared at Damon with confused eyes. It probably just dawned on her that she now bears his mark for eternity.

“This means you’re mine, sweet girl,” he said as he wrapped the tattoo with a clear bandage. “This body belongs to me and only me,”

Violet swallowed hard. Damon had finished wrapping her body with the bandage, but he didn’t let her go. He gripped the bandage tightly and pulled her body towards him. His erect manhood had been throbbing for her, so he climbed up the table, positioned himself, and slid his length up and down her folds.

“Mmhm,” she let out another m**n and Damon couldn’t hold back any longer. He pulled the vibrator out, pushed his shaft into her, and felt her body responding to his thrusts. He looked down to see his initials marking her lower stomach and it was making the fire inside his chest burn brighter.

s**t. This feels so fúcking good.

Unlike the tattoo on her skin, Damon knew that there were only two weeks left of their contract. After the deal was done, Violet would have to go back out there and Damon would resume his normal life. She was only his for a short amount of time and something about that didn’t sit right with him.

I don’t just want her for two weeks. I want her for more than that.

But how long? Damon wasn’t known for keeping girls for too long at a time. Keeping girls around him was a liability since his enemies were always looking for his weakness. Damon also never wanted to be attached to anyone ever again. The ink on her skin might last a lifetime, but this deal would have to stop in fourteen days.

That’s some bullshit right there.

Damon suddenly felt angered at the thought that he’d have to let her go. His thrusts grew feral and rough. Violet’s body flinched with every hard thrust he made, and she could only whimper and cry.

“Oh my G—ah!”

Violet was screaming and moaning incoherently. Her eyes kept rolling to the back of her head and Damon felt her walls tightening around his shaft.

“Are you ready to cúm?” he asked her.

“Yes, please sir, may I cúm?”

“Cúm,” he replied. He pressed the vibrator to her clit and Violet thrashed her head back in response. Damon’s other hand grabbed her neck and he rested his forehead against hers.

“You’ve been such a good girl. Cúm for me, kitten,”

“Oh — ah!!!”

Violet couldn’t suppress the screams coming out of her mouth. She came down hard, squirting and unraveling around his shaft. Damon g*****d when she felt her tightening around him.

“Fu-uck!”

Damon’s length was now throbbing for a release. Holding himself back, he gritted his teeth and kept his composure. He kept thrusting and pounding into her core, but her walls were so warm and so wet, it was driving him insane.

“Cúm for me, master,” she said suddenly, catching him off guard. Damon opened his eyes and saw her beautiful purple-blue eyes staring back at him. “I wanna feel your cúm inside me,”

Damon lost it right then and there. As if his body was under her control, his length throbbed and pulsated, releasing jets of white liquid into her core. Damon let out a g***n and a string of curses as he emptied himself into her. Violet responded with a m**n and her walls kept a firm grip around his shaft, milking him dry.

The hell was that? How did she learn how to do that?

Damon had never felt an órgasm this intense before, he had to close his eyes and stop everything for a moment. When he opened his eyes again, he saw that she was still looking up at him with those glimmering eyes. Damon couldn’t help the smile forming on his face. He leaned his head down and captured her lips with his. Even kissing her was a whole sensation on its own. Damon felt like his entire body was floating on the clouds. He spent the next few minutes roaming and tasting the corners of her mouth, worshipping her body with his k****s.

When he was finally satisfied, Damon pulled away and got off the table. He then released her wrists and ankles. Violet propped herself up slowly before getting down on the ground. But her knees were shaking too much, Violet could barely stand up straight. Damon quickly wrapped an arm around her waist and supported her weight.

“I got you,” he said.

Violet put her arm around his neck and he led her out of the room. He grabbed his suit on the way out and covered her body with it. He knew that no one was supposed to be near here, watching or listening to this, but he wanted to be careful anyway. He felt rather overprotective when it comes to Violet. She was his and his only.

Damon walked Violet back to her room and closed the door behind them. He helped her lay down on the bed and pulled the duvet to cover her body. It had been the ritual that he’d spend the night fúcking her until she gave out, and tomorrow they would do it all over again. Damon always had to help her back to bed because she was always so spent or too sore to walk on her own. After putting her to bed, he’d say goodnight and leave, but before he could do so this time, Violet grabbed his arm and refused to let him go.

“…Stay…” she said. Her voice was coarse from all that screaming, and weak because she was out of energy.

“Violet,” he warned her.

“Damon,” she whispered back.

It may not look like much, but this was her challenging his authority again. Normally, Damon would just ignore it and go on his way. But not this time.

It’s just for a second.

Damon himself didn’t want to leave. He wanted to be near her still. So he climbed to her bed and sat next to her. Violet smiled as she buried her face under his arm. She fell into a deep sleep as Damon watched the curves of her face, noting her long lashes, sharp nose, and cute little chin. He was only supposed to sit there for a few seconds, but the seconds turned into minutes, and the minutes turned into hours. Before he knew it, Damon ended up staying up all night, just watching over her and savoring each moment that he had left with her.

Just for another second.

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~ Violet ~

– – – – – Three Days Later – – – – –

“He gave you a tattoo!?”

Talia shrieked and she almost choked on her tea. She quickly grabbed a napkin to wipe her mouth and stared at Violet for an answer. Violet only shrugged and smiled sheepishly, nodding her head for confirmation.

“What in the world?” Talia shouted again. She put her cup of tea down and focused her eyes on Violet. “How, why, what?”

“Yeah, that was crazy, it was a spur of the moment thing,” Violet replied.

“Are you okay?” Talia looked her up and down with concerned eyes.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Honestly, it wasn’t that bad,” Violet laughed it off. “Also, it was… kind of fun,”

Talia’s eyes widened in disbelief. She couldn’t believe how much Violet had changed within the course of two weeks. Before she used to cry to Talia all the time about how rough Damon was with her, but now she was… welcoming the pain.

“You do realize that this permanent, right?” Talia asked her.

“There are ways to get it removed,” Violet said rather nonchalantly.

If I want it removed.

“Wow,” Talia said as she shook her head. “Who are you and what have you done to my Violet?”

“I’m still the same Violet, Tal,” she stifled a laugh. “I’m just a little evolved,”

“Evolved?”

“Yeah, I like to think of it as… rediscovering myself,”

“Uh-huh,” Talia narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms.

“I know this is strange, but it’s like he knows me… the side of me that I didn’t even know exist,”

It was hard to explain the feelings in words, but Violet was no longer afraid of Damon. In fact, she felt a certain kind of excitement and freedom when she was with him. And despite the pain and roughness, he was always gentle and safe with her. He even stayed up with her three nights ago. He left early in the morning before she woke up, but he stayed for a while and it was really nice.

“I don’t need to be telling you this, you should know this by now, but Damon is a dangerous guy. You need to be careful with him,” Talia said cautiously, sounding worried for Violet.

“I’m always careful. I still have my safeword—“

“No, I’m not talking about that,” Talia cut her off, shaking her head from side to side. “I mean you have to be careful with your heart,”

My heart?

“What are you insinuating, Tal?” Violet narrowed her eyes this time.

“Don’t fall for him, Vi,” she said in a warning tone. “Or you’re only gonna get your heart broken,”

Fall for him? For Damon…?

“Oh, please! I know exactly who he is,” Violet let out a laugh. “I’m just enjoying my time here, I’m not falling for the guy,”

Not now, not ever. No way.

Talia paused for a moment and studied Violet’s expression. When she was sure that Violet wasn’t bluffing, she let out a sigh of relief.

“Good. I knew you’re a smart girl,” she said.

“Of course, there’s just no way I’d fall for that… demon,” Violet scoffed and rolled her eyes.

Sure, he was a handsome and sexy demon, but still a demon nonetheless. A demon that knew exactly how to make her feel alive, but also had the power to end her life any time he chooses. Yes, he was that demon.

So no, I’m not falling. I’m not. I’m not…