The Mafia's Good Girl
The Mafia’s Good Girl – Chapter 37

~ Violet ~

– – – – – Three Days Later – – – – –

Several more days had passed and things were getting out of control at the estate. Damon’s appetite for Violet kept on growing and their nighttime sexcapades weren’t enough anymore. Tonight was no different. They had done a couple of sessions back at the playroom and Violet was released for the night. She went out of the office and back to her room, but she couldn’t sleep, so she went to the kitchen to make some tea. Little did she know, Damon was an insomniac. He couldn’t sleep and he was about to take a walk out in the garden when he spotted her in the kitchen, alone, wearing nothing but her nightgown.

Violet didn’t notice his presence at first. The kitchen was dark and the only source of light came from the windows outside. Violet was busy pouring milk into her tea when she felt something hard pressing against her back. It was a person’s chest. Violet let out a gasp and turned her head instinctively.

“Hey,” the man said.

To her surprise, Damon was standing right behind her. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and he only had his joggers on. When she realized that it was him, she let out a sigh of relief.

“Oh, hey,” she said.

Damon’s hands were resting on the kitchen counter and Violet was trapped in the middle. She suddenly felt giddy and her stomach was twisting, but she tried her best not to let it show.

“Do you want some tea?” she said to divert his attention away from her blushing cheeks.

“Why are you making tea and not in bed?” he grabbed the cup from her and took a sip.

“I’m not tired, I guess,” she shrugged.

“Huh,” he said as he put the cup away. “It seems like you’ve grown your stamina. Otherwise, you’d be dead asleep by now,”

His tone was dark and teasing. Violet knew exactly what he meant by that. After a session or two in the playroom, her body would usually give out. Today was just a rare exception.

Rolling her eyes at him, she asked, “Well, why aren’t you in bed?”

“Can’t sleep,”

“Why?”

“No reason,” he shrugged. “It’s always like this,”

“Always?”

“I usually only sleep two or three hours a day. That’s if I’m lucky,”

Two to three hours a day?! And he still has the stamina to do…

“Wow, you must be exhausted,” she said.

“Do I look exhausted?” he asked challengingly, raising an eyebrow at her.

No… You look beautiful.

Damon’s dark brown eyes were reflecting the light from the window and it looked as if they were glowing in the dark. Violet found herself mesmerized by the man standing before her. Her eyes darted from his piercing gaze to his sharp jawline and that perfectly sculpted chest. Violet swallowed instinctively. He was too gorgeous not to look at.

A man shouldn’t look this good. It should be illegal.

Meanwhile, Damon noticed that she was gawking at him, and he found it amusing. He flexed his chest and muscles as he closed the distance between their bodies. Violet staggered back but she only hit the kitchen counter behind her. He let out a devilish smirk knowing that she was trapped. Putting his hands on her h**s, he lifted her body up with ease and let her sit on the marble counter.

Not giving her a chance to escape, he put his two hands on both sides of her body and captured her lips with his. His k**s was hot and demanding. Violet let out a m**n as he deepened the k**s. He pushed his tongue forcefully into her mouth and tangled his tongue with hers. Violet was losing her breath and her senses as Damon took over her body with his k**s. She was melting and molding into his body, her hands were locked around his neck, grasping for his lush jet-black hair.

“Ahh,” Violet let out another m**n and she was getting louder and louder. She didn’t mean to be loud and wake up the maids, but she couldn’t help it. Damon was now trailing k****s down her neck and it felt like paradise.

Damon didn’t stop showering her body with k****s. He kept going down and down until he reached her stomach. He lifted her nightgown up and saw the tattoo adorning her lower stomach. Damon’s lips twitched into a smirk. He loved seeing his name on her skin. She was completely and utterly his for the taking.

Violet let out a gasp when Damon leaned down and his lips connected with her clit. His tongue felt so good on her sensitive bud, but then she realized that they were in the middle of the kitchen. Elena or the maids could pop in at any time, or worse, Talia and Adrian might see them.

“Damon, stop,” she said breathlessly, pushing him back with her hands.

“What?” he looked up at her in protest.

“What if people see us?”

“Let them,”

Damon had zero care in the world. He didn’t say another word and he went right back to kissing Violet’s core. Violet drew a sharp breath when she felt his finger sliding into her wet entrance. He looked down and saw Damon’s skillful tongue licking and lapping on her clit, while his fingers were working their magic. Violet’s breath grew labored and her heart started to race. Her hands reached out instinctively and grabbed a firm hold of his hair. She never felt so free, so good, and so powerful in her life before.

I never would’ve thought that heaven looks anything like this.

Violet kept her eyes open and saw how Damon Van Zandt was full-on kneeling before her and worshipping her body. Whenever they talked about heaven in the church, they always said it would be up in the clouds somewhere with golden gates and diamond roads. But this right here, in the kitchen and under Damon’s lips, it might as well be heaven all the same.

“Damon—ahhh!” Violet was so close to her órgasm. She didn’t want to make too much noise, so she put a hand to cover her mouth.

Damon responded by taking her hand away with his free hand. His other hand continued working on her clit and he murmured, “Scream. Scream my name if you have to,”

Damon’s lips were locked on her clit and his fingers thrust in and out of her. He was moving two fingers from side to side and it was hitting her g-spot again and again. Violet couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“Damon… Damon… Da—AH!”

Violet came unraveling under his k**s. He pulled out his fingers and she squirted a huge load onto the floor. Damon let out an appreciative g***n and stood up to his feet. He pressed his lips onto hers and let her taste her own juices.

“Hmmm,” he murmured. “Good girl,”

Damon kissed her again for a long while. He put his hands on her h**s and brought her body close to him. Her body was molding onto his as his arms were wrapped around her back. He then linked her legs around his waist and lifted her up in one swift move.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed,” he said.

He carried her like this all the way up the stairs. Their faces were only an inch away from each other and she’d steal k****s every chance she got. Damon didn’t seem to mind as he was smiling from ear to ear.

After they made it back to her room, Damon lay her down on the bed and Violet purposefully kept her legs around his waist so he wouldn’t be able to leave. He stifled a laugh but her face remained serious. He then gave her a warning look, but she ignored him and kissed his lips instead. Damon let out a g***n as he couldn’t bring himself to deny her k**s. Violet smiled victoriously and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down on the bed.

Please don’t go. I’m not ready to leave my heaven just yet.

Violet kissed him with everything she got. Her hands traveled down his chiseled chest and slipped under his joggers. She was pleased to find his length hard and erect for her. Damon ended up staying and they had s*x again that night. He took her again and again and she gladly gave herself up for him.

Violet didn’t know how long they were at it, but when they finally stopped, she could see the dawn breaking at the window. Damon was absolutely spent and he collapsed on the bed next to her after he came. It was the first time she ever saw him this exhausted. Violet smiled and snuggled her face into his chest. He was warm and their bodies molded perfectly into each other. Her hand was resting on the side of his face and she soothingly caressed his cheek. She looked up to see his face and from where she was seeing, he looked so peaceful like a sleeping angel. And that was the last thing she remembered before falling into a deep sleep.

Oh, how could it be, that the devil is bringing heaven to me?

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~ Damon ~

I’ve never been to heaven. Probably never will. But this right here, it feels pretty damn close.

When Damon opened his eyes next, he saw Violet’s face right in front of him. The morning light was shining through the window and it was hitting her skin in all the right places. She was glowing and glimmering like a golden angel.

Damon stirred slowly as to not wake her up. He rolled over from the bed and saw that it was 9 o’clock in the morning. He muttered a curse under his breath and quickly pulled his joggers from the floor.

Damon was rushing to get out of the room, but he couldn’t help but stop and take one last look at her. His lips twitched into a smile and he was almost reluctant to close the door. But after a few more seconds, he closed the door and walked away.

Hands down, the best sleep I’ve had in years.

Damon let out an irritated sigh as he went back to his room and got ready. The reason why he had to rush out of Violet’s room was because he had an important meeting at 9.30 out in the city. He was going to be late, and he was never late.

At around 9.35, Damon stepped out of his room and walked down the stairs. He saw that Liam, Adrian, and several of his guys were already waiting for him in the living room. They were all dressed in their signature black suits and they all stood to their feet as soon as they saw him.

“Alright, let’s go,” Damon nodded his head. Liam and the other guys obeyed and went to the door. Meanwhile, Adrian didn’t walk with them and he approached Damon instead. Damon was still fixing his tie and his cuffs, taking one more minute before he had to leave.

“Wow, Damon Van Zandt is late to a meeting because he overslept. Now there’s a first for everything,” Adrian joked.

“I’m never late. People are just early,” he replied.

“Right,” Adrian rolled his eyes. “But now I finally know that you’re not a robot because you actually do sleep,”

“Whatever, let’s go,” Damon hissed and turned around. But before he could reach the front door, he heard a familiar voice calling after him.

“Damon,” Violet said as she raced down the stairs. She was still wearing her sleep clothes. Damon turned around instinctively. She arrived in front of him and she showed his phone in her hand. “You forgot this in my room. I thought you might need it,”

Because he was rushing to go in the morning, Damon didn’t realize that he left his phone in her room. He took the phone back and said, “Thanks,”

Violet smiled at him and nodded. “Have a good day today,”

Damon couldn’t help but smile back.

“You too,” he said.

He stood for an awkward moment before turning back to the door. If it wasn’t for Adrian looking at them, Damon would’ve kissed the hell out of Violet before leaving the estate. But he knew Adrian would make fun of him, so he didn’t.

Damon and Adrian went out the front door and into their black SUV. He took one last look at the door before it closed and caught a glimpse of Violet waving at him. Damon gave her a wave back. He really wished he could k**s her right now, but that would have to wait.

The black SUV drove out of the estate and Damon let out a sigh. For the first time in years, he was dreading going to work and wishing he could stay home instead. Damon’s eyes darted to the phone in his hand and he was staring at it meaningfully. He then opened the phone and started typing a text. Adrian noticed it and he was giving Damon a look.

“Wipe that stupid look off your face, will you?” Damon said without looking in Adrian’s direction. Adrian was smirking mockingly at him, he could feel it.

“Well, first you woke up late, and now you’re texting and smiling like an i***t,” Adrian commented, stifling a laugh. “Did I just catch Damon Van Zandt simping?”

“Shut up,” Damon said, ignoring him.

“What’s next, Damon? A horse-drawn carriage and a picnic by the beach?”

“I swear to God I’m gonna throw your a*s out of this car if you don’t shut up,” Damon finally looked up and stared at Adrian. His eyes were dead serious but Adrian only laughed. But when Damon put a hand on the door threateningly, Adrian put up his hands in an act of surrender.

“Alright, alright,” he said.

Damon rolled his eyes and went back to typing a text. Adrian remained quiet for the next few minutes, not wanting to anger the devil. Damon stared at his screen for a few seconds as his thumb hovered over the send button. He was unsure whether or not he should send the text.

“Do you think she’d like that?” Damon asked suddenly, catching Adrian off guard.

“What?”

“The beach,”

Adrian paused for a beat. Then he gave his best friend a meaningful look and said, “How should I know? You gotta ask the girl yourself,”

Damon’s eyes went back to his phone screen. The text he was typing was directed at Violet. And before he could stop himself, he hit the send button.