The Mafia’s Good Wife
Chapter 18

~ Damon - "Oh my God! Damon!"

Violet let out a squeal as her body convulsed in shock. She was sprawled naked on the bed in the playroom. Her legs were parted open and chained to the bedpost. Meanwhile, Damon's head was stuck between her thighs as he made love to her core with his skillful

tongue.

Hmmm. She's still as sweet as ever.

Damon's thumb rubbed and flicked her c**t as his tongue delved into her core, tasting and lapping on her sweet juices. She had come several times already by his hand and mouth, but her taste could never get old. Damon took in a deep breath and inhaled her intoxicating feminine scent. Damn. I can do this all day.

Actually, Damon had been at this for quite some time. At first, he was just joking about teaching her a lesson for talking back. But after teasing and kissing and making her come four times just now, this was definitely not a joke anymore.

Violet let out a moan as she trashed her head back. Her legs were shaking uncontrollably as she rode her o****m down. Feeling the desire for more, Violet's hands reached for Damon's face. She pulled him up and Damon complied. He was hovering above her naked body wearing only his slacks. Violet's hands were quick to travel down and she started massaging his bulge.

"Hmm," Damon let out a muffled groan before pulling away. Violet whimpered in protest.

"New rules," he said as he pinned her hands above her head. "I can touch you, you can't touch me,"

"But I wanna touch you..." she frowned and pouted.

"I know you do," he chuckled. "But I'm not done with you yet, so you'll have to be patient,"

Violet let out another whimper, but Damon's tone was commanding. "Keep your hands up there," he said as he traveled down her body again.

Violet was squirming and writhing in need. Her hands were itching to touch him and to dig into his skin, but she had to restrain herself. Meanwhile, Damon continued kissing his way down south. When he found her sensitive bud, he licked it several times, kissed it, and then he gently bit on it with his teeth. Violet let out a sharp cry as her hips bucked against him. Damon smiled triumphantly as he continued his assault on her clit. His hand then reached for her entrance and he rimmed the tight opening with his index finger. Slowly, he pushed one finger inside her and felt her body responding to his touch. He eased another finger inside and now her walls were clenching tighter. Damon groaned appreciatively as he began moving his fingers inside her. He curled his fingers as he pulled in and out, making sure he hit her g-spot with each stroke.

Fúck. She's gonna feel so good around my cock.

"P-please..." Violet started begging as she probably had the same idea. Her hips started moving to meet his thrusts and Damon pulled out mercilessly.

"Please what?" he taunted.

"I need it..." she cried.

"Ask me again like a good girl,"

Violet's eyes were burning with desire. Damon's own length was throbbing inside his pants. He couldn't wait to be inside her, feeling the high of her walls clamping around his length. But as great as that sounds, playing this power game with her was part of the high. The longer he made her wait, the further he could push her limits and the higher the climax would be.

"Please, I need you to make me come, master," Violet was saying anything to get her release. "Please..."

"How do you want to come?" Damon teased. "With my lips?" he said as he kissed her gently. "With my hands?" he then rubbed his finger on her opening. "Or...?"

"With your cock," she replied firmly.

Damon smirked a winning smile. That was the answer he was hoping for. He stood up straighter and pulled his length out of his slacks. Violet gasped when she saw that he was hard as steel and he gave his shaft a few long strokes.

"My sweet girl wants to come on my cóck?"

"Yes, please,"

Violet swallowed hard and her eyes were glued on his hand stroking his length. Damon could feel his precum dripping out and he couldn't wait anymore. He leaned down and positioned himself in between her legs, rubbing his shaft up and down her folds. "Well, since you've asked very nicely," he whispered to her ear. "I'll make you come on my cock over and over again until you pass out. And when you wake up tomorrow morning, you'll still feel it with every move you make..."

Violet couldn't drop her smile or stop the moans escaping her throat. Her hips kept moving to find his length, but Damon kept his shaft only resting on her entrance. Slowly, he then guided his tip to her core, feeling the divine wetness and warmness, ready for more. * KNOCK!* KNOCK! * KNOCK!*

The sudden knock on the door broke Damon's concentration. He whipped his head up instinctively and shot a deadly glare.

"Damon, I got something for you," the voice from outside the door called out. It was Adrian.

Talk about perfect timing.

"It's kind of important," he said again, sounding rather persistent.

Damon let out an annoyed groan as he pulled away.

"It better be very fucking important or it'll have to wait!" he yelled back.

"Trust me, it is," Adrian insisted.

Damon's jaw was clenched. He glanced down at Violet's naked body and those pink pussy lips that were waiting for him. She was also looking up at him with those beautiful purple eyes, pleading with him. "Damon..." she whispered.

"Hold that thought, sweet girl. I'll be right back," he said as he staggered off the bed and pulled his slacks back up.

Violet was absolutely frustrated, but Damon was even more frustrated. Angrily, he strode towards the door and reached for the handle. But before he opened the door, he turned around to see her again. She was still in the same position with her hands above her head. "You know the rules," he reminded her. "No touching,"

“Come on, make it quick!" Damon said as he stomped towards his desk. Sitting down, he grabbed a cigarette from the desk and briskly stuck it into his mouth. Clearly, he did not look too happy. "Hugo DeSantis had set a meeting with the Big Four," Adrian said as he sat down in front of Damon. "Or actually, just the three of them,"

Damon looked up instinctively and pulled the cigarette out of his mouth. He was staring at Adrian in disbelief, but Adrian's face remained serious. The Big Four was the name given to the four most powerful mafia families in the world. It consisted of the Van Zandt family from the East Coast, the Gianni family from the West Coast, the Benigni family from Northern Europe, and of course, the DeSantis family from Southern Europe.

The Big Four didn't meet too often as they were all very busy people, but whenever a meeting was called, it was usually to signal something very important. Normally, they would only meet once a year, only for pleasantries as to keep the peace. They had their annual meeting for this year already, but Hugo DeSantis called for another meeting, which meant there must be something big going on that Damon didn't know about.

"Why aren't we invited?" Damon narrowed his eyes, looking rather irritated.

"That's the thing. I think Hugo is planning something and he doesn't want you to know about it, which means you're losing his trust," Adrian paused for a moment and sighed. "I told you we should've been keeping up appearances,"

Damon rolled his eyes and threw the cigarette away.

"I was busy," he said shortly.

He was busy and distracted, to be exact. He was going to give Hugo a call a few days ago, but then... Violet happened and the rest was history.

"Damon, I'm serious," Adrian's tone raised an octave higher. "People are tapping our phone lines and hacking into our servers!"

"So what? We already put a firewall on everything-"

"Not the one phone that just came in recently,"

Adrian gave Damon a knowing look and Damon swallowed hard. After Damon claimed the top spot as the mafia king of the east coast, he was getting a lot more powerful, but he also made a lot of enemies. Those who he didn't kill at his fake funeral were still around and looking for ways to retaliate. They would sometimes bribe people or use moles to infiltrate the estate, but Damon was always careful. He even figured out that people were going to tap their phones, so he made sure to put a firewall on all their devices. Except, Violet came in some time ago and they forgot about hers.

"They overheard a call she made to her brother," Adrian confirmed Damon's suspicion. "Now they all know that she's alive and you and her are back together. No, actually, a lot of them are thinking that this was your plan all along. You pretended to have her shoot you at the wedding so you can plan a fake funeral to kill everyone who was in your way,"

"Well, that's one hell of a plan," Damon stifled a laugh. "I don't mind taking credit for that,"

"Damon," Adrian wasn't amused. His face remained stern. "This isn't a joke. People aren't happy,"

The smile on Damon's face faltered and he let out a sigh. He knew this was serious and dangerous. Now a lot of people would put a target on Violet's back. This was no laughing matter, which made him very nervous. "How did you hear about the meeting?" he asked.

"The West Coast was kind enough to let us know," Adrian answered.

"Great. Send the Gianni family a thank you note then,"

"They want cash,"

"Then give it to them,"

Damon shot Adrian a knowing look and the consigliere nodded his head. At times like this, it was important to keep their allies happy, because a war between the Big Four might as well be World War III. "And what about Hugo?" Adrian asked.

Damon thought for a moment before answering. Hugo DeSantis was a tricky piece of the puzzle. Ending his reign was Damon's end goal, but it would be very difficult and complicated to achieve.

"It's far too early to start the war now. We need to buy some time," he muttered. "We need a distraction..."

"What distraction?"

Suddenly, Damon got up to his feet. A smirk was playing across his face like he just had an idea.

"I think it's time for another party," he said. "Set up a meeting with the Big Four. Tell them I called for it,"

"And if they ask why?" Adrian eyed him suspiciously.

"Tell them Gianni told us about the meeting we didn't get invited to and we feel left out,"

"Damon," Adrian warned.

"Don't worry, we're not gonna do anything about it except laugh it off," Damon's smile was reassuring. "We just need to let them know that we're still in control,"

Damon and Adrian exchanged another look. Adrian didn't seem too certain about Damon's plan, but Damon seemed very confident about it.

"Alright, I'll set it up," Adrian said finally.

"Good. Now, in the meantime, I have a pressing matter that I must attend to," Damon gave Adrian one last smirk before turning for the door. "I'll leave the rest to you, consigliere,"

Adrian could only shake his head as he watched Damon disappear into the playroom. He just gave Damon one of the worst news of the year, but he didn't seem fazed at all. Damon was far too excited about his current life than to worry about a not-so-distant future. Adrian couldn't decide if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Stepping back into the playroom, Damon found Violet still lying down in the same position. She was sweating and squirming in need, but she obeyed his orders and didn't touch herself.

She's just too pure. Too good.

"Hey," he said as he climbed back on the bed. "I'm sorry about that,"

"Is everything okay?" she asked.

"It is now,"

And with that, Damon fulfilled his promise to her. Everything he said he would do to her, he did. Again and again. Until she passed out in the dead of night.