The Mafia's Good Girl
The Mafia’s Good Girl – Chapter 69

~ Violet ~

– – – – – One Month Later – – – – –

“We haven’t done this in a while…”

Damon had a mischievous smirk playing on his face as he paced around the room. In his hand was the leather riding crop and he tapped the tip lightly on his hand. Violet sucked in a deep breath as he was walking circles around her. She was standing naked in the middle of the playroom, holding his gaze as he held hers. Her hands were tied up with ropes to the metal hook hanging from the ceiling, and her legs were locked apart using the spreader.

“Do you miss this, kitten?” he said in that low and husky tone, and he let the tip of the riding crop touch her skin. It was a subtle touch, just barely grazing the skin of her back, but it was enough to send shivers up and down her spine.

“Yes…” she said.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, master,”

* SMACK! *

Suddenly and without warning, Damon whipped the crop right on her behind, creating that loud smacking sound. Violet flinched in shock and tightened her grip on the ropes.

“Damn,” he hissed and stepped closer, standing right behind her. “You’re such a good girl,”

“Mmm, I’m your good girl, master,” she tipped her head back and let her body mold into his. “Yours and only yours,”

Though it had been a while since the two of them were back in the playroom, Violet still remembered just how to play it. She’d been trained well. She was no amateur now, and she wasn’t doing this out of obligation either. She was in it for the fun.

I can’t believe I’m saying this, but yes, some pain is fun.

Standing flush against her back, Damon was smiling victoriously. He snaked a hand around her body and the other hand brought the crop to her skin. Slowly and sensually, he let the crop graze her neck and down to her chest. He let the tip circle her n****e before moving further south. Violet was writhing underneath him, but he kept a firm grip around her. His free hand went down to rub her clit as the crop slid to her thigh.

“Hmm, I think someone’s ready,” he murmured to her ear when he felt the wetness pooling on her entrance.

“Ahh… p-please…” Violet was moaning incoherently as Damon used his digits to tease and pull on her sensitive bud.

“Tell me, what do you want, sweet girl?”

“I want you to fúck me, master,” she breathed. “Fúck me hard,”

“Are you sure about that?”

Violet didn’t answer him in words, but the look in her eyes said it all. Not breaking off eye contact with her, Damon licked his lips and Violet heard the sound of his belt unbuckling. Her lips twitched into a smile as she rubbed herself against him, but before she could get too comfortable—

* SMACK! * SMACK! * SMACK! *

Damon slapped the crop to her skin again, this time on the inner parts of her thigh. Violet let out a scream in response. But before she could even gather her thoughts, he turned her body around so she was facing him, and he positioned his length to her entrance. The next thing she knew, his rod splintered through her body and his hands dug into her skin. His hands gripped hard on her a*s cheeks as he pushed into her, rough and deep.

“Oh, oh… oh my G—“

Violet was a breathless mess. She could feel the buildup coming and it was taking over her entire body. Her eyes were scrunched closed, her head fell back, and her breathing was hot and heavy as Damon pounded mercilessly into her.

“Don’t hold back, baby girl,” he ordered. “Scream my name. Scream it loud,”

Damon’s thrusts were pushing her over the edge. Violet couldn’t hold it in anymore. She was reaching a climactic high, the highest point of euphoria—

“Damon!!!”

* KNOCK! * KNOCK! * KNOCK! *

A loud yell coming from the door pulled Violet back down to reality, followed by the sound of loud banging. Violet’s eyes jerked open and she whipped her head back to the door.

“Damon!” the voice behind the door yelled again. It was Adrian.

“I’m busy!” Damon yelled back, sounding incredibly irritated.

“It’s important,” Adrian pressed.

“It’ll have to wait,” Ignoring him, Damon pulled Violet’s face back to him. His dark eyes were glued to her as he leaned down for her lips.

“This can’t wait,” Adrian persisted. “They’re already here,”

They?

Damon and Violet pulled back instinctively. Damon’s angry face was now turned into confusion as he asked, “What?”

“They’re downstairs,” Adrian said again.

Violet gave Damon a confused look, but he was just as lost as she was. Letting out a heavy sigh, he peeled away from her and adjusted himself back into his pants. He also cut the rope open and let Violet gather her clothes on the floor.

Once she was dressed again, Damon walked to the door and pulled it open angrily. Violet quickly went and hid behind the door in embarrassment. She was already dressed, but it was embarrassing for Adrian to find her in that room. Adrian, on the other hand, only stood in the doorway with a stoic look on his face. He wasn’t surprised at all by what he saw.

This must not be his first rodeo.

“Who the hell are you talking about?” Damon glared at him.

“Hugo and Celina DeSantis. They’re here to see you, and you too,” Adrian meant the last part for Violet.

“Me?” Violet peeked her head from behind the door.

Adrian nodded his head firmly, and he didn’t give any other explanation. Damon and Violet quickly exchanged a look. A concerned look.

Wait, what…?

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Sure enough, as soon as Violet came downstairs, she was greeted by Hugo in his signature fedora hat and Celina, wearing a simple black gown.

“Damon, mio figlio, and Violet, so nice to see you,” Hugo beamed and stretched out his hand. Violet had no other option but to take it. “I hope we didn’t catch you at a bad time,”

Well…

Violet shuffled away awkwardly and gave Damon a look.

“Hugo,” Damon cleared his throat and took Hugo’s hand next. “To what do we owe this pleasure?”

Hugo took a step back and stood next to Celina. He put an arm around his daughter and said, “Well, you see, Celina just got accepted to go to Princeton in the fall. We just came back from touring the campus. It’s located in a beautiful area, and it’s only a stone’s throw away from where you are,”

Violet found herself watching Celina as Hugo spoke, and Celina was beaming and smiling at Damon. Damon didn’t notice it though, his full attention was on Hugo. When Hugo DeSantis showed up unannounced like this, usually it wasn’t followed by something good.

“Anyway, since I happen to be in the neighborhood, I thought I’d stop by and wish you both congratulations on the engagement,” Hugo continued.

Damon and Violet exchanged a look.

Of course, he told his partner about our engagement.

“Thank you,” Damon said to Hugo out of politeness, but Violet said nothing.

“My daughter picked this out for you. She said you would like it,” Hugo got a white shopping bag from one of his men and gave it to Violet. There was a small box neatly wrapped with a bow inside.

“Ah, thanks,” Violet said, looking at Hugo and then at Celina.

Why is she giving me a gift? We don’t even know each other.

“You’re welcome,” Celine said sweetly.

Violet didn’t know what it was about Celina, but she just couldn’t trust her. Maybe it was the tone of her voice that was overly cute, or maybe it was the fact that she never took her eyes off of Damon ever since they walked in here.

“Now that my daughter’s going to be moving into your territory, I suppose I can trust you to help us with security?” Hugo asked Damon. The question seemed simple, but Violet knew there was an underlying meaning there.

“Of course,” Damon nodded his head. “Just say my name and she’ll be safe anywhere in this state,”

“You hear that, daddy? Damon’s going to take care of me,” Celina said as she linked her arms around her dad’s.

Ugh. Why does that sound so… wrong?

“That’s what I like to hear. Now I can let her go to university with some peace of mind,” Hugo said with a big smile on his face.

Violet turned her gaze to Damon as if to ask what was going on, but he was purposefully avoiding her eyes. Behind them, Talia and Adrian also stood by and watched. Violet caught Talia’s eyes and they exchanged a look. Judging from that look on her face, Talia seemed to have the same questions that Violet was having.

Why did Celina say Damon is going to take care of her? And will the fact that she’d be living thirty minutes away from here be an issue?

“Hey, since we’re all here in a celebratory mood, what do you say we go out and have some dinner tonight? My treat,” Hugo said to everyone in the room.

Violet gave Damon a stern look and he took the hint. Shaking his head, he started to speak, “Oh, that’s nice of you to offer, but—“

“Please, no buts. I’ve come all this way to see you,” Hugo cut him off insistently. “Plus, we still got some business to discuss,”

Violet clearly did not like the idea of having dinner with Hugo DeSantis, but Damon was caught in the middle. He gave her a sorry look before turning to Hugo and said, “I guess dinner should be fine,”

Of course. The business has to come first.

Violet rolled her eyes internally and sighed. Today was supposed to be Damon and Violet’s day off. She took a break from the hectic wedding planning and he was off from work. Damon promised to spend the whole day with Violet, which was how they ended up inside the playroom in the first place. She was really looking forward to spending quality time with him, but of course, something unexpected had to happen and ruin everything.

“We still have a few hours before dinnertime. Let’s go into your office. I’m in the mood for whiskey,” Hugo said to Damon. He didn’t even wait for a response before going to the stairs. “You girls don’t mind keeping an eye on my daughter while the boys talk, right?” he said to Talia and Violet.

I mind. I absolutely mind.

Hugo didn’t wait for Violet to answer. He simply went up the stairs and Damon followed behind him. He turned back to Violet and gave her another sorry look before turning around again. Violet couldn’t do anything but exchange annoyed looks and sighs with Talia. Meanwhile, Celina was standing nearby with a winning smile plastered on her face.

Great. I just can’t catch a break, can I?