The Mafia’s Good Wife
Chapter 55

- Violet -

-- ONE WEEK LATER

"Wow, I've never seen so many people here. Not even during our heyday," Talia commented as she stood on the second floor balcony, overlooking the garden. Next to her were Violet, Dylan, and Ivy. "Damon's really tightened the security, huh?" Dylan added.

Since Celina and the Benzino family arrived in the U.S. and Violet refused to leave the estate, Damon decided to pull out all the stops for their security. He hired all the men that he could afford guarding the estate while buying time to figure out a way to strike back. "Should we be worried?" Ivy asked, sounding nervous.

"No," Talia and Violet replied in unison. Violet turned to Talia and they exchanged a smile.

"Don't worry. Damon has everything under control," Violet said reassuringly, smiling at Ivy.

"You sure about that?" Dylan challenged.

Violet gave her brother a smirk.

"He's Damon Van Zandt, Dyl," she reminded him. "He's got this,"

Dylan and Violet locked eyes with each other. Last week, when he said he was supporting his sister, he didn't know it was gonna be like this. Violet told him everything about the situation with Celina. He couldn't take back his support, but he was also in a tough spot. It was nerve-wracking. Waiting for a war to come.

"You guys talking about me?"

Suddenly, Damon's voice was heard. They turned around and saw Damon walking out. Liam and Beau were right behind him.

"Oh yeah, we were talking so much shit," Talia replied, laughing jokingly. Liam caught her eyes and also stifled a laugh.

"Hey," Violet beamed and stepped towards him. "You're done with your meeting?"

"Yup, I can finally take the day off," Damon said as he walked towards her too, meeting her in the middle. As soon as they reached each other, Damon went in for a kiss. Then he grabbed her hand and said to everyone, "So if you all will excuse me, I need to steal my wife,"

Talia and Ivy were giggling happily at the word 'wife', winking at Violet as she blushed. Violet kept her head down, but she was smiling. It made her feel a certain kind of way to be called Damon's wife. "Damon, where are we going?"

Violet thought Damon was leading her into their room, but they just walked past it.

"Somewhere safe," he replied simply.

Damon continued walking and they arrived at his office. Violet narrowed her eyes suspiciously at this. Damon then went for the hidden door, taking them into the playroom. They hadn't been in there for a long time. Violet let out a scoff as they walked in and Damon closed the door behind her.

"Damon," she said warningly.

"What?" he grinned shamelessly. "This is the safest, most secured room in the entire estate,"

"You're so full of it," Violet rolled her eyes.

"What'd you just say to me?" Damon snipped, jokingly of course.

Violet fell silent, biting her lip to stop herself from smiling too much.

"Do you realize what I can do to you in this room?" Damon said again, standing tall hovering above her.

"Oh, what?" Violet replied, pretending to be innocent. "It's been a while. I might've forgotten..."

Damon shot her a quick look. She was smirking. That was it. A smile curved up his lips.

"Take off your clothes," he ordered. "And then I'll show you,"

Violet locked her eyes with Damon and she felt her stomach twisting into knots. It had been a while since they'd done this. It made her feel excited, but also nervous. She wasn't expecting the afternoon to go down like this, especially with Damon being so busy all the time. But hey, I'm not complaining.

Slowly, Violet began undressing herself, pulling down her dress's zipper seductively. Damon stood in front of her and his eyes turned dark. The dress pooled around her feet and she stood in her bra and underwear. Violet stared at him with brave eyes as she unclasped her bra and pulled down her panties. Damon let out a triumphant grin.

"Let's see, what shall we do with you?" he asked as he walked circles around Violet. She was standing butt naked in the middle of his playroom, the smile on her face was the only thing she was wearing.

"Surprise me," she replied in a playful and seductive tone. "Master,"

Damon's lips twitched into a smirk. Of course, he remembered that word very well. It even made him a little emotional, taking things back to when they first started the deal. He remembered Violet had this horrified look on her face when she entered the playroom for the first time. She thought this was the devil's den.

And look how far they've come since then.

Violet stood tall and kept her eyes on him. She loved undressing herself for him. She loved the way he looked at her and the way he touched her body. Even with the little pregnancy bulge, he was still into her like the first day they met. "Being married to you is gonna be so much fun," Damon said as he tilted her chin up with his hand. "My sweet wife,"

Violet's heart fluttered at his words. Meanwhile, Damon's dark eyes pierced into hers and he cocked his head to the side in that smug manner. Violet used to hate this about him, but now it was the sexiest thing in the world.

"I can't wait to have you all for myself," he said again with his lips pressing on her cheek. His low and husky voice sent shivers up and down her spine. "You'd look so good, all tied up, your skin burning red, and your pussy fucked raw," Violet couldn't help but close her legs tighter together. Damon hadn't even done anything to her yet, and she was already dripping wet.

"Do you want me to do that to you, sweet girl?" Damon murmured as his lips hovered on her neck. Violet felt his warm breaths hitting her skin and she arched her body closer to him in response.

"Yes," she breathed. "I want you to do whatever you want to me,"

The smile on Damon's face grew wider. He pressed his lips onto hers for a quick, rough kiss. Then he pulled away and pulled her entire body with him. He led her to the metal bars standing at one part of the room and positioned her body in front of it. Violet let out a gasp as the cold metal hit her bare skin. Not wasting any more time, Damon took off his tie and locked her hands above her head with them. She was tied up against the metal bars, sandwiched between his rock-hard body and the cold metal behind her. "Tell me," he said as he unbuttoned his crisp white shirt. "Whose are you?"

"I'm yours, Damon," she replied as her eyes greedily roamed his toned body. "I'm your wife. All yours and only yours,"

"That's fucking right," Damon smirked triumphantly. He threw his shirt aside and slipped out of his black slacks. He stood naked before her and she saw how his m*****d was firm and ready.

Damon gripped one of her thighs and spread them apart. He positioned himself and pressed his length onto her folds. Violet thrashed her head back when she felt his tip rubbing against her sensitive skin.

"Hmm, someone's wet and ready," Damon groaned appreciatively and pulled her thigh up higher. She was completely exposed to him and he could take at her any moment now.

Violet's knees and body shook in anticipation. Damon teased her some more by pressing his tip to her entrance and c**t. He then slapped her entrance with his shaft and Violet squirmed uncontrollably. "Damon..." she cried. "Please..."

"What do you want, sweet girl?"

"I want you... my husband... inside me,"

The moment those words left her mouth, Damon pushed his length into her core all at once. He pushed into her rough and deep. Violet let out a sharp cry as her walls adjusted to his size. Damon took long strokes thrusting in and out of her, his steel rod was stretching her core open. He then used his free hand to grip the back of Violet's neck and pulled her head down, making sure she was watching everything. Violet's mouth dropped open when she saw his thick length penetrating her again and again. Her breathing was labored and her heart was racing. She was close.

"Oh!" she squealed when she felt his tip hitting her cervix. Damon kept thrusting while holding her neck down and one of her thighs up. He was pounding into her with such force and speed, Violet didn't stand a chance. Her stomach clenched and her eyes were rolling back. "Damon, I'm coming... I'm..."

But before she could find her release, Damon pulled out of her and denied her the orgasm. Violet's body shook in need and she groaned in protest. Her walls were throbbing and aching for him, but he kept himself away on purpose. "Damon!" she cried.

"Do you want to cúm for your husband?"

"Yes,"

"Beg me,"

Violet glared at him, frustrated and impatient. But Damon kept his cool.

"Only good girls get to cúm, Violet," he said teasingly. "Are you my good girl?"

"You know I am," she begged and her voice was shaky. "I'm your good girl, Damon. I'll always be your good girl,"

"Hmmm," Damon let out a smirk and pushed his length back into her core. His fingers busily rubbing her c**t as he pounded with such rhythm and force. "Cúm for me, kitten,"

"Oh-shh!" Violet's eyes jolted wide as her body convulsed in shock. "Aaahhhh!"

Violet let out the loudest scream as she found her release. The tsunami of euphoria took over her and Violet couldn't see anything but the stars. She was drowning in pleasure for what felt like an eternity. This was one of the biggest orgasm she had ever experienced and Damon wasn't even done yet. He continued his strong and steady thrusts while rubbing her c**t harder. The pleasure she was feeling was now quadrupled. Everything was kicked up to a hundred. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and Violet's entire body fell into a frozen state of shock as everything inside her exploded into the air.

HOLY SH-!

- Damon -

It had been a while since they took a walk around the playroom. Damon had been dying to do this with her ever since they came back, but life's busy schedule pretty much took over. Today, however, Damon decided he couldn't wait any longer. This was way overdue. And they were getting rusty.

Violet passed out after the first few rounds. She did this when they first started having s*x, but after a lot of practice, she kept up with him. It had been years since then and it seemed like Violet needed to get her stamina back up again.

Damon carried Violet out of the playroom and laid her on their bed. After covering her body with the duvet, he kissed the top of her head and went back into the office. It was too early for him to go to sleep. He still had so much energy and work was never ending. It was a little over midnight and Damon was sitting at his desk, crunching numbers and typing away on his laptop. The door to the office was slightly ajar, and Dylan was passing the room. He noticed the light was on and Damon was inside. Dylan paused for a beat before pushing the door back, taking a step inside.

"Look at you," he said. "Working so hard,"

Damon looked up at Dylan. Dylan was leaning against the doorway.

"Well, it's supposed to be a two man job, but..." Damon finished the sentence with a shrug. Dylan knew he was talking about Adrian.

"I'm sorry about Adrian," Dylan said as he walked inside. "Despite what I think about you, I always liked him,"

It was a rare moment, but for the first time in a long time, Dylan was talking in a genuine manner with Damon. "Thanks," Damon replied.

Dylan stood in the middle of the room. Silence hung in the air. He let out a sigh and put his hands in his pocket.

"So, what can I do to help?" he asked.

"You'd want to help me?" Damon asked back.

"My family's safety is in your hands," Dylan said matter of factly. "You best believe I'll do whatever I can to make sure they're okay,"

Damon's lips curved into a smile. He sat back in his chair and gestured for Dylan to sit down. Dylan went forward and sat on the chair in front of him.

"Well, for one, I know you're well connected with New Jersey's underbelly," Damon said.

"It's been a while since I've lived here," Dylan reminded him.

"Do you think those people will still remember you?"

"Which ones are you talking about? The Irish? The Jews? The Mexicans?"

"All of them,"

Dylan narrowed his eyes, thinking Damon must be joking, but Damon's face was dead serious. Dylan swallowed hard. Damon was really gearing up for war, and he was bringing the entire world with him. "I'll see what I can do,