The Mafia’s Good Wife
Chapter 10

~ Damon -

Damon was lost in ecstasy as he licked and lapped at her juices. Her pussy was raw and pink, it was wet and ready, but he didn't want to rush things. He waited three years for this moment, and who knows how much longer he would have to wait for another chance. Looking up slightly, Damon could see the small tattoo on her lower stomach. It was the tattoo that he branded her with, his initials, DVZ. Damon couldn't contain his smirk every time he looked at it. She could've easily gotten rid of it if she wanted to, but she didn't. And maybe that meant something. Does this mean you're still mine?

Damon wanted to savor her taste for as long as he could. He continued sucking and kissing her c**t while his hand slowly reached for her core. His finger ran circles around her entrance, teasing her, and feeling her hips bucking up for him. Hmmm. She's sopping wet.

Damon swallowed hard as he looked up at her. His finger was thrusting rhythmically in and out of her core. He slipped another finger into her and her walls stretched around him. His jaw clenched instinctively as her warm, wet core fitted his fingers like a glove. Fúck. I can't imagine how good she'll feel around my cock.

"Damon!" Violet was screaming his name again, frustrated and defeated.

Damon let out a smirk and pulled his face up higher. His fingers were moving tantalizingly slow, edging her to her climax, but not quite getting her there.

"What do you want, sweet girl?" his voice was low and husky. "Tell me,"

Violet looked down at him with fire burning in her eyes. She didn't speak, but she didn't have to. The look on her face said it all. I knew it.

Damon pulled out his fingers and put them into his mouth. He sucked her juices from his digits while maintaining eye contact. Violet swallowed hard as his hands went to the buttons of his shirt. Slowly, he peeled his suit and shirt away, letting them fall to the ground.

Violet watched in silence as Damon began unbuckling his belt. He was looking right at her, but her gaze darted down to his chest where the scar was. Even though Dr. Lee tried her best to leave as little mark as possible, there was no way to cover up the clear knife strike and bullet scar on his 'VRC' tattoo.

Violet's eyes turned glassy. If her hands weren't tied up, they might've reached for the scar and her fingers would run over the tattoo. But since she couldn't move, all she could do was stare.

I'm sorry, her eyes said.

Damon shook his head and smiled at her. Leaning down, he kissed the top of her head and wiped the single tear that fell off her cheek.

"Hey, it's not as bad as it looks," he tried to joke about it, but it only made her frown harder.

In an attempt to distract her, Damon went back to kissing the sweet spot on her neck. He sucked hard on her skin, leaving clear marks that will last for days to come. Violet let out a sigh as Damon positioned himself in between her knees. He used his body to part her legs open wide, and his erect m*****d was rubbing against her slit.

"Tell me something," he murmured to her skin. "Do you miss me like I miss you?"

Violet's answer came out in the form of a whimper. Her eyes were closed and her head was tipped back. Damon knew what her body was saying, but he wanted to hear it coming from her lips. Putting his hands on her hips, he moved her body up and down, pressing her up against his groin.

"You know, there were nights when I lay awake, waiting for you to come home. I thought that maybe you might,"

Violet opened her eyes and found him staring at her. His eyes weren't full of judgment or anger, it was just sad. He loved her too much to feel bitter for what she did. For three long years, he had missed her so much. That was the only feeling he felt.

Damon let out a sigh as he guided his manhood to her opening. Using his hand, he purposefully rubbed his tip along her slits. He was rock hard and the tip was dripping in precúm. Normally, he wouldn't be this eager, but this moment right here was everything to him. This was not just s*x. This was do or die. He was baring his soul and hoping to the gods that she'd see the honest truth in him.

How I honestly love her so much.

Violet's body shuddered as the tip of his length entered her. He didn't fully penetrate her, he just let the tip inside, and then he pulled out again. Damon did this several times and his body stiffened harder each time. His length was throbbing in his hand, aching to be inside her so badly, but he restrained. Meanwhile, Violet was squirming and whimpering again. She tried to move her hips closer to him, but she never could get too far. "You don't know how long I've waited for this," he told her.

Violet's whole body was turned on and her core was opened up for him, but Damon only kept playing with her. He liked watching her squirm and writhe, he knew that meant that she wanted him too. Leaning down to kiss her neck, Damon continued his assault to her opening. He also used his other hand to rub her c**t, pushing her even further to the edge.

For the next few minutes, Damon was having a terrific time teasing her, getting her close to coming, then slowing down and watching her pussy try in vain to find the tip that had been making love to it moments before.

"Damon..." Violet protested finally. She gritted her teeth and begged for him with her eyes.

Damon's body hovered above her while he kept his tip on her pussy lips. Locking his eyes with hers, he tilted her chin to him and asked, "Tell me. Do you miss me?"

Violet didn't answer him in words, but her eyes spoke volume.

Yes.

"Do you still love me?" he asked.

Yes.

"Do you know that I still love you?"

Violet swallowed hard.

"I think you do," he said.

And with that, he pushed his entire length into her tight core. Violet let out a squeal at the unexpected, rude invasion, at being suddenly stretched so wide, but she welcomed it too. Her body melted underneath him as her walls stretched to accommodate his girth. She felt so warm and so tight around him, Damon had to stop everything and hold his breath. He nearly came right then and there, but he was quick to pull his composure.

After letting out a few deep groans, Damon started moving very slowly. His lips were hot on her neck, his hands were kneading and massaging her breasts, and Violet was a goner. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her body convulsed into an explosive órgasm.

"AHH!" Violet came with a loud moan, but Damon caught it with his lips. He picked up the pace and drove her orgasm even further. Violet lost control over her body as her climax raged on and on. Her walls clenched tightly around his length and Damon moved in slow, long strokes to feel every part of it.

"That's my girl," he smirked triumphantly.

Violet was still riding the high of her o****m when Damon lifted her legs and threw them over his shoulders. He penetrated her again from an angle and this time, he felt so deep inside her. He could feel his tip hitting her c****x with every thrust. Violet didn't get a chance to breathe and she was being thrown into another buildup again.

"I know sometimes... I said the wrong thing... and I made you doubt me," he said through his thrusts. "But I'll never... doubt you,"

Damon kept his hands on her face and stared straight into her eyes as his body moved. His thrusts were fast and deep. He was fierce, barbaric like an animal, but his eyes remained soft and tender. He rested his forehead on top of hers and felt as her body jerked and convulsed once again.

Violet came with a whimper. She could barely look at him as her mouth fell open and her head fell back. Damon felt the tightness of her core wrapping around his length. She came so hard, her walls were pulsating and her sweet juices were flowing out. Violet looked shattered by her o****m. It was a moment so cathartic and so divine, Damon had to stop moving for a second and just stared at her face.

"I don't care what you do to me," he whispered. "You can shoot me all you want... And I'll still be here... I'm still yours,"

Violet opened her eyes weakly to see him staring right at her. They held eye contact for a moment, not moving or saying anything. She was still riding down the wave of her climax and he was enjoying that. Even though no one said anything, the look on their faces spoke volumes. "Damon..." she said.

"I'll always be yours, sweet girl," he said.

Slowly, Damon began moving in and out of her again. He moved with exact precision as he wanted her to feel his every stroke. Violet was gasping and whimpering again. Damon pushed hard and deep, grinding himself into her as if to emphasize a point. He pulled out slowly and pushed back in hard, filling her whole and sending reverberations throughout her flesh. Each impact made her feel that possession had taken over her body. And just when Violet thought the tension couldn't get any more heightened, he let his lips graze on top of hers while wrapping his hands around her neck, cutting off her air supply.

"That should tell you something," he murmured to her lips.

Violet stared at him with wide eyes as another orgasm took over her. It was like she couldn't believe what was happening to her own body. Damon picked up the pace of his thrusts and sent her over the edge. Violet struggled to keep it together, whimpering and gasping for air. She was pulling on the restrain on her wrists so hard, it almost broke.

"Come," he said as if it was an order.

And just like that, she came unraveling all over again. Her body stopped fighting and the wave of euphoria washed over her. Damon loosened his grip on her neck and Violet inhaled deeply. There was something glimmering in her eyes as she did it. It was like she had just awakened from a long sleep.

God, she's so beautiful. Fuck.

Damon kept his gaze on her as he felt her pulsating around him. It was driving him insane. He wanted to hold back for a bit more, but he couldn't do it anymore. He was powerless against her. He had no self-control. With several loud grunts, Damon spilled himself all over her walls. Violet's eyes jerked open at the sensation, but Damon's kiss shut her up again.

He was kissing her and she was kissing him back. Both of them were lost in ecstasy. Their tongues met and danced, entangling one another. Their bodies were finding and molding each other into one. Their skin ached and crawled for each other's warmness. Every breath they took was filled with passion and desire.

Damon's hands roamed all over and he planted wet, sloppy kisses all around her face and neck. Hot moans escaped her lips and sometimes his name would roll off her tongue. Damon let out a muffled groan as his length was rubbing against her skin. It didn't even take him long to get hard again. Violet let out a shocked gasp when she felt it.

Of course, it can't be over now. I've got three years' worth of lovemaking to show you.

Damon's eyes were burning with fire. With that devilish smirk hanging on his face, he reached for her wrists and slowly undid the tie. As her hands fell free, Damon rolled their bodies over so that she was on top of him. He was on the bottom and Violet had the control now. He wasn't afraid that she'd fight back or run, not in the slightest. Because that fire in her eyes said it all.

And I think you do too.

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To Be Continued ---