The Mafia’s Good Wife
Chapter 9

- Violet

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"Let me show you just how much I love you,"

Damon paused for a moment to take one more look at her. Violet was looking up at him, and he was looking down at her. No one said anything. Violet didn't even breathe. Suddenly and without warning, he closed the distance between their lips, capturing her into a

kiss.

Oh, no!

Violet drew in a sharp breath as soon as she felt the impact. His lips landed on her hard and wantonly. She was struggling to breathe, but he wasn't relenting. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and kissed her deeper, pulling her tight into his body. No, this can't be happening!

Violet's body was lost in the heat of the moment. Her brain knew that this was wrong, but her heart was exploding into a million pieces as her skin writhed for his touch. She didn't realize that she had been hungry for this until she tasted him. And once she did, there were no words that could describe what she was feeling right now.

I just can't... stop.

Violet closed her eyes and surrendered to the warmth of his body. His intoxicating scent filled her nose and she was breathing so hard, it was making her dizzy. His lips continued coaxing her and he was biting on her lower lip for more access. Finally, as Violet wasn't able to contain it anymore, she let out a moan and Damon used the opportunity to slip his tongue inside.

Damon let out a muffled groan as he tasted the corners of her mouth. He was just as hungry as she was, if not more. Violet tipped her head back and she was lost in his sensation. A wave of emotion washed over her as she remembered how he made her feel with every touch and every kiss. It was magnetic. It was euphoric. It was heavenly.

"Fúck," Damon hissed as he pulled away slightly. He took a moment to see her expression, and he was satisfied with what he saw. Violet's bright purple eyes were staring back at him, and he didn't miss the hunger in her gaze.

Before Violet could say a word, Damon's lips were quick to found hers again. Violet let out an involuntary sigh as his kiss coaxed her into submission. Slowly, he began to unbuckle her seatbelt and without breaking off the kiss he carried her up in his arms. Damon brought her to the private room inside the jet, it was staged as a bedroom suite. He laid her down gently on the bed and brought her hands up above her head.

What the hell am I doing? Why am I letting him kiss me?

His lips were now trailing kisses all over her neck and jaw. He kept one hand above her head, pinning her wrists down, and the other traveled down her body. His touches felt foreign but yet familiar at the same time. Violet found herself writhing and arching her back to meet his lips. Despite her brain telling her to stop, her body only wanted more of him.

What is this magic he has over me? Why can't I say no?

Damon started undoing the tie on her wrists and her hands fell free. But instead of using them to push him away, Violet's hands landed gently on his chest. Her nails dug into his suit, yearning for more of him.

Damon let out a muffled growl as her hands went to roam his body. His nose was buried on the crook of her neck and he drew in a deep breath. His body was snugly positioned on top of her, but he used his elbows to prop his weight, otherwise, he'd crush her straight down.

"Ah..."

Another moan escaped her lips as Damon continued sucking on her sweet spot. Her fingers dug into his hair as his masculine scent filled her nose. Violet was lost in ecstasy. Her head was tipped back and her hips arched for him. She felt his groin rubbing against her knee and the bulge in his pants went harder.

No! I have to stop this before it's too late!

In a sudden moment of clarity, Violet's eyes jerked open and her hands pushed him back instinctively. Damon was taken aback and he hovered at a distance above her.

"Wait!" she yelped. "Wait a second..."

Violet propped herself up with her elbows, but before she could sit up straight, Damon pushed her back roughly on the bed with his strong arms.

"I know what you're gonna say," he said as he put a finger to her lips. "Don't,"

Violet was caught off guard. Damon took the opportunity to pin her wrists above her head and he tied them to the bedpost using the tie.

"Don't think. Don't speak. And don't try to fight me,"

Damon's order was loud and clear. Violet watched in silent terror as her hands were stuck to the bedpost above her head. Damon then reclaimed his position on top of her and now her whole body was unmoving. Damon lowered his gaze as his eyes darted down her body and back to her eyes. A small smirk crept up his lips and Violet knew there was no escaping him.

Damon's hand reached for her cheek and it traveled down to her chin and jaw. He didn't stop there as his hand continued moving south. Slowly and tantalizingly, he rolled his fingers over her breasts and down to her stomach. He was touching her over her dress, but Violet's entire skin was burning with fire.

There was no way of knowing what Damon was about to do next. Violet watched in fear and anticipation as his hands kept moving south and his dark piercing eyes bore into her. When his hands finally reached the hem of her dress, Damon grabbed a fistful of the fabric before pulling it apart in his hands. The fabric tore in half with a loud sound and Damon kept tearing it apart until the whole thing fell off of Violet's body. "Damon-!" she shrieked.

Ignoring her screams, Damon roughly pulled the fabric away and Violet was left with only her underwear. Violet pulled her hands and tried to kick her feet, but it was useless. She couldn't fight back. Damon cócked his head to the side and took a moment to watch her struggle. He glanced down her body to see the white lace bra and matching panties. He couldn't help but smile.

"Ssh, don't fight it," he cooed as he leaned down to her. "Just let me..."

Let him what?

As if to answer her, Damon's lips connected with her skin again. He was kissing her jaw before moving down to her chest. Violet sucked in a deep breath when his lips moved dangerously close to her breasts. And suddenly, Damon kissed and sucked on her n****e through the lace fabric.

"Oh...!"

Violet couldn't help the moans escaping her throat. Damon took it as a good sign and he kissed her harder. His tongue rolled over the fabric and Violet tipped her head back, giving him more access. No, Violet! Don't let him!

Violet's body was not cooperating with her brain. Even though her hands were tied and her feet were pinned down, she could still fight back if she wanted to. She could say no, or at the very least, she didn't have to enjoy this. But she was enjoying it, craving it, and asking more for it.

Damon's hands crept up behind her waist and reached for her bra clasp. Within seconds, her bra was off and it went flying to the floor. Damon's mouth came back down and he attacked her other n****e. Violet felt electricity running through her veins as his tongue rolled over the bud. This was a feeling she had known so well and she didn't think she could ever feel again. But now that she was feeling it, she wanted it more than the air she breathes.

Hot moans kept escaping her lips as Damon's thumbs played with her nipples. He massaged her breasts gently and her back arched up in response. Damon kept his gaze on her as he kissed down her stomach and his chin landed on her panties. Violet felt a knot in her stomach and it was building harder and harder. She looked up to see his piercing eyes staring right at her, and without breaking off eye contact, he kissed the skin above her underwear.

Violet was squirming and writhing as Damon moved teasingly slow. He pulled down her underwear using his teeth as his hands lifted her legs up. Damon took one of her legs in his hand and brought her feet up to his face. He was still staring at her when his lips began kissing her toes. Violet drew in a sharp breath as he put her toe inside his mouth and sucked hard. The buildup in her stomach was now taking over her entire body and Violet couldn't help it anymore. She thrashed her head back as Damon kissed and sucked on her foot.

When he was finally satisfied, Damon moved his kisses down her leg and up her thigh, before landing right next to her opening. The closer he got to her core, the more her body squirmed and clenched. She never wanted a release this badly and Damon was taking his time. "Oh my God!"

Violet couldn't help but gasp when his lips finally landed on her core. His tongue darted out to lick her everywhere, before settling on the sensitive bud. Damon then used his fingers to part her labia open and he sucked hard on her skin. Violet felt her stomach clenching and she was seeing stars. She was so close to her climax and Damon knew it too. He pressed his tongue harder and faster on her clit as his eyes were locked on her, watching her reaction.

That's it. I can't fight this anymore.

"OH!" Violet let out a scream as her orgasm took over.

Her entire body jerked and convulsed, but Damon's hands kept her together. He also didn't stop or slow down, he only kissed her harder and deeper. He lapped and licked her juices dry as muffled groans escaped his throat.

It took Violet a few seconds before she came down from the high. She hadn't felt an orgasm this big in three years, and it was only by his tongue. Sure, there were nights when she was desperate and she touched herself to make her come, but that feeling was nothing compared to this. Nothing in the world could compare to the feelings that he made her feel.

"Hmmm, you're still as sweet as ever," Damon smirked triumphantly as he licked around his lips.

Violet opened her mouth to speak back, but Damon didn't give her a chance. His lips landed on her clit again, this time even rougher and harder. Violet thrashed her head back as another buildup was coming in her stomach. Damon's hand reached for her opening and his index finger moved around her, collecting the warm juices. And just when she thought the feeling couldn't get any more intense, Damon slipped his finger into her tight core and she was seeing stars again.

"Damon...!" she found herself calling out to him.

Damon looked up at her while thrusting his finger 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. Violet's eyes were pleading, but Damon wasn't giving in so easily. He moved slowly and with precision, hitting her g-spot every time, pushing her further into oblivion.

"Damon!" she found herself screaming again, frustrated and defeated.

"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.

All I want is you.

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To Be Continued --