The Mafia’s Good Wife
Chapter 29

- DAMON ~

Celina put her knee in between Damon's legs as she climbed on top. Her lips twitched into a seductive smirk as she batted her eyes at him. Damon swallowed hard as her full breasts came closer and hit his jaw. She did that on purpose, of course. Slowly, she began grinding her body on his, letting her breasts move against his face and her exposed lady parts glided up and down his stomach.

Damon closed his eyes for a moment and he was taken back to those nights he spent with Violet. He remembered the way her soft skin moved against his. The way she smells and the way she breathes. Remembering all these things made his chest burn with a raging fire. But when he opened his eyes and saw Celina staring right at him, all that fire went away.

"Celina, stop," he said, pushing her back slightly.

"Why?" she protested, and she fought back to regain her position.

Damon didn't have an answer. He looked her up and down and felt nothing. If this was him years ago, he wouldn't think twice about screwing her silly. Celina was, after all, a very pretty girl. But now, after Violet, Damon couldn't even look at any other girl the same way. For more free novels, visit FindNovel.net

"We're gonna be married in two weeks. Don't tell me you don't even want to touch your own wife?" Celina said as she reached for his face. Damon remained quiet still and threw his glance away.

"You need to forget about her, Damon. Let it go," she said again.

"I'm not thinking about her," he hissed rather defensively. "I'm over it,"

"Oh, really?" she scoffed, totally in disbelief.

Damon shot her a glare before looking away again. He didn't know which part was stupider: that he lied about being over Violet or that Celina could see through the lie like the light of day.

"Listen, I need my future husband to prove to me that he can love me," Celina's voice softened as she brought Damon's face to look at her. "You know my dad will know. So if you really wanna do this, I think you have a lot to prove,"

"What do you mean?" Damon narrowed his eyes on her. She was smiling understandingly, like she knew something that he was hiding.

"Prove it to me, show me that you're really over her," she demanded firmly. "And I'll give you everything you want. My daddy's throne, our entire fortune, and me. It's all yours,"

Damon's jaw clenched instinctively. Celina might be a young girl, but she had learned a lot growing up with Hugo DeSantis as a father. She knew just what buttons to push to get her way. This time was no different. Damon thought that he was winning this game between him and Hugo, but he forgot about another key player. Without him realizing it, Celina was quietly controlling everything. And now it became clear to Damon just what she wants. Me. She wants me.

"Come on. I know you want to," she whispered seductively into his ears and let her lips graze the skin of his cheek.

Shit.

Damon was cornered. If he didn't give her what she wanted, she had the power to end the engagement and that would ruin his plan. But if he gave in to her ways, that would mean...

Damon closed his eyes for a beat and made a split-second decision. He knew he couldn't overthink it. He just had to do it. So before he could change his mind, he opened his eyes, grabbed Celina by her waist, and he threw her down on the bed. "Ouw!" she yelped, but Damon didn't stop. He flipped her body over so she was laying on her stomach and his hand went to slap her exposed a*s cheeks. *SMACK!* SMACK! * SMACK! *

"Oh my God! Yes, yes, yes!"

Celina was like a lioness in heat. Her a*s cheeks were turning bright red, but she didn't care. She arched her hips up to give him clearer access and Damon took it. He slapped her v***a and felt the wetness pooling all around her. She was soaked. * SMACK!*

"Oh my God, yes! Harder!" she screamed.

*SMACK!* SMACK! * SMACK! *

Damon gave her a few more hard slaps before pushing his fingers into her throbbing hole. She let out a sharp cry as he did. He wasn't gentle or slow. He went in hard with three of his fingers, and he clamped down on her skin, shaking her all over. Celina moaned and cried as Damon's fingers brought her to her o****m. Damon saw the tears falling from her face and it only fueled him harder. He shook her p***y walls like there was no tomorrow, ripping her apart from the inside out. "Yes, daddy! Don't stop, f**k me harder!"

Celina was shameless. She came all over his hands with a loud cry. Damon felt her walls clenching and he pulled out his hand on purpose.

"Shut up," he ordered, putting his hand into her mouth.

Celina was now gagged, unable to speak. Damon used his other hand to free up his c**k from his pants. He wasn't hard, but he stroked himself and closed his eyes, imagining it was Violet that was in front of him. It didn't take him long to get hard as he was picturing her. And as soon as he was hard, Damon brought his m*****d to Celina's exposed hole.

"Fu-ck!" Celina screamed through Damon's hand.

Damon had pushed his length into her core in one hard shove. He took long slow thrusts and collected as much wet juices as he could. Celina was trying to move against him, to feel him more, but Damon responded by slapping her a*s and pulling away. "Ahhh!" she screamed in protest.

Damon ignored her pleas and pushed her down on the bed. Her face was flushed against the sheets and he held her hands behind her back. Her a*s was sticking up and he had a clear view of her throbbing hole. "P...please..." she begged.

Damon aligned his shaft to her a*****e and Celina whimpered. His free hand snaked around her waist until he found her p***y and he stuck three fingers into her again. "Please what?" he asked.

"Please make me cum... I'll be your good little whore, please..."

Damon's face was stoic. There wasn't any smile or enjoyment for him at that moment. He was only here for business.

Damon looked down as his tip began penetrating Celina's tight a*s hole. She was whimpering and moaning as his shaft finally entered her fully. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure for her, everything she ever imagined all these years, pining over Damon. "Yes, please..." she begged shamelessly.

Damon only let out a scoff. He then picked up the pace and his thrusts became wild and feral. Celina was screaming and crying in pain as both her holes were being used by him. It didn't take her long before she reached her climax and came all over him. Damon didn't stop for a moment and continued thrusting as hard as he could. His eyes were dark and cold. There was no mercy. All through the night until the morning light, he f****d her stupid.

When Damon finally stopped, Celina was passed out naked on the bed. Her p***y lips were swollen and her a*s was crimson red. There was also a gaping hole, a clear sign that Damon had used her through and through. Celina didn't seem to mind it, though. She was sleeping soundly with the biggest smile on her face.

Meanwhile, Damon was laying next to her with an expressionless face. He looked down at his m*****d and he was still hard. He didn't c*m at all last night. He couldn't. This wasn't enjoyable for him. He couldn't bring himself there.

Letting out a scoff, Damon rolled to his side and grabbed a pack of cigarettes from the bedside table. He smoked the cigarette as his face was turned to the window. The morning sun was streaming in, signaling the beginning of another day. Another day without her. How are you doing out there, sweet girl?

Damon blew the smoke out of his mouth and through the white clouds, he could almost see her face. His lips twitched into a smile instinctively. Seeing her face was the highlight of his day. He still sees her sometimes, at random times of the day. I miss you. I miss you like hell.

The feeling of longing for her was too much, Damon had to close his eyes. He imagined that she was in front of him, and he immediately reached for her, pulling her into a hug.

And I still love you.

He held onto her as hard as he could. He buried his face into the crook of her neck and he could smell her familiar scent. His chest felt light and his heart felt free. All his muscles relaxed and he felt nothing but peace. Always and forever.

But when Damon opened his eyes, he saw that there was nothing but air in front of him. His shoulders slumped in defeat and the smile on his face faltered. His fist clenched as he desperately wanted to feel Violet in his arms, but there was nothing there. There was nothing but emptiness. There was nothing he could do except shake the feelings away and get up from the bed, moving forward with his plan. And so, he did. Leaving Celina tangled on the sheets, he went to take a shower and got ready. He wore a nice suit and tie and went on with his day like everything was a-okay.

But no matter what I do. No matter where I am. I'll always be thinking about you.