The Mafia's Good Girl
The Mafia’s Good Girl – Chapter 41

~ Violet ~

“So, other than nonstop lovemaking on the beach, what else did you guys do?” Talia asked as she sipped her tea.

“Talia!” Violet g*****d in protest. Her face was turning beet red and she looked around the room to make sure that no one was listening.

“What? It’s true, no?” she continued on shamelessly.

“It wasn’t lovemaking,” Violet corrected her. “It was just… s*x,”

“Right,” Talia winked as if to say she didn’t believe what Violet just said.

“It was,” Violet said again. Lovemaking required mutual feelings and intimacy, but with Damon, Violet felt like she was the only one feeling any emotions. He didn’t show any signs of love, he was just… really good at s*x.

“I don’t know how Damon does it. It’s like he’s always hard 24/7,” Violet rolled her eyes when she remembered what happened last night. “We couldn’t even finish dinner because he wanted to go straight to dessert,”

That was pretty much the gist of their date yesterday. They spent the afternoon jumping each other’s bones like some s*x-crazed bunnies. Then they took a short break in the evening, swimming in the ocean and getting a candlelight dinner delivered to the beach, but Damon didn’t even bother eating. He was hungry for something else entirely.

“Ooh, lucky you,” Talia giggled and teased. “You know, I’ve never seen him like this too. Cuddling at night and spending the day out together, if I don’t know any better I’d say you two are becoming an actual couple,”

Violet could feel her heart racing at the thought, but she quickly shook her head. “Don’t put any ideas into my head, Tal. You’re the one who said that I shouldn’t get my hopes up,”

“I know, but I secretly want you guys to end up together,” Talia pouted. “I think there’s something there that you two are not seeing,”

Violet couldn’t deny what she felt in her heart. She knew she had fallen for him, and she’d do anything he’d ask her to, including staying here a bit longer. Violet honestly wouldn’t mind extending the contract, or screw the contract, she’d stay here just for the hell of it.

If only he’d want me to.

Violet never knew what Damon wanted. Their contract was ending soon and he made no mention of it. Yesterday at the beach, he only mentioned that he was going to Italy for business in two days. He acted like everything was fine, and that her leaving in two days would not make too much difference in his life.

“There are only two days left in the contract and Damon hasn’t said anything to me about it. He’s even leaving for Italy. If there’s something more there, he would’ve said something, don’t you think?” Violet asked.

Maybe he doesn’t want me to stay? Maybe he’s eager to move on, to replace new girls that are better than me. Italian girls, maybe.

Talia also didn’t have an answer, so they just sat in silence for a while. Violet drank her tea as she counted down the hours that were left for her and Damon. She noticed that it was now 5 o’clock and Damon said he’d be home before 6 tonight.

“Anyway, I should get going. He’ll be home soon,” Violet said as she put the teacup down. “Thanks for the tea,”

“Of course,” Talia nodded and got up to walk her out. With a concerned look on her face, Talia stopped Violet from leaving and asked, “What are you gonna do now, Vi?”

“The only thing I can do,” Violet shrugged. “Finish my job well,”

Violet gave her friend one last hug before leaving her cottage. She then made her way back to the estate and she went straight for Damon’s office. Without him in it, his office was cold, clean, and empty. Walking around the room, Violet remembered how terrified she was the first time she came here and the first time he showed her the secret playroom.

How ironic. Now I’m actually going to miss this place.

Violet let out a small smile as her fingers touched the wooden desk. Memories of when Damon touched her and kissed her on this table came to her head. She was so afraid of him before, dreading the time she spent with him, but now she was hoping he’d ask her to stay.

There were still 48 hours left in this deal and Violet hadn’t completely given up just yet. She was still hopeful that Damon might say something tonight if she played her cards right. After all, he did say that he had “no other girls like her”, whatever that meant.

With all the determination left in her eyes, Violet took out the leather collar from her pocket and wrapped it around her neck. Her hand then went to her dress zipper and she pulled her clothes off. She was wearing nothing but the collar as she climbed on top of the wooden desk. Violet lay on that cold, hard surface as she awaited her doom.

Patiently and hungrily waiting for her own destruction.

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~ Damon ~

Holy fúcking s**t.

Those were the only words that came to mind when Damon entered his office that night. Violet was lying naked on his desk, wearing nothing but the collar on her neck and a smile on her face.

“Welcome home, Mr. Van Zandt,” she said in that playful and seductive tone. She was now lying on her side, facing him with her full body.

“What’s going on here?” he asked. He was confused as hell, but also liking what he saw.

“I want to thank you for taking me out yesterday. I had a great time,” she said as she whipped her back, exposing her neck and collarbone to him. “But we never got to finish dinner, so I thought I’d make up for it,”

Violet was slowly standing up and Damon couldn’t help but swallow hard. His eyes roamed her body and his hands were itching to touch her. He took a step closer to her as she stepped closer to him.

Standing on her tippy toes, Violet pressed her body to his chest and whispered, “Dinner is served,”

Damon couldn’t stop the smile forming on his face. His hand grabbed a firm hold of her neck and he pushed her back until her body hit the desk.

“Hmm, I am famished,” he said as he laid her down on the desk. “Been thinking about you all day,”

“Oh,” she said as she linked her arms around his neck. “What about me?”

About what you’re doing to me. Why am I so addicted to you and how do I get you to stay?

Damon didn’t feel like saying all that, instead, he flipped her over in one swift move and slapped her a*s hard.

* SMACK! *

“I’ve been thinking about what a good girl you are,” he said to her ear. His one hand was still gripping her neck tightly and the other was rubbing against her raw butt cheek.

“Hmmm,” Violet m****d and grinded herself against him. “Well, you said that only good girls get to cúm,”

s**t.

Damon felt the wetness pooling around her core and his cóck began to throb. He knew he had to have her now. Not wasting his energy on words, he pulled out his member and pushed her down so she was bent over on the table. He positioned himself on her entrance and slapped her a*s again before pounding into her.

* SMACK! *

Stay here.

* SMACK! *

Stay with me.

* SMACK! *

Stay.

The words never left his mouth, but he was hoping his actions would be enough. It was twisted of him to think that a girl would stay with him after being treated this way, but he had no other way of communicating what he wanted. This was his only language. Pain.

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When Damon woke up the next day, he was lying in Violet’s bed and she was wrapped around his arms. The sun was slowly rising on the horizon and Damon was mesmerized by the way the light hit her face. He stayed there for a while and watched her, enjoying the silence and her warmth.

For the past week, after he fúcked her into oblivion, Damon would carry her back to her room and somehow he ended up staying there with her. He didn’t mean for it to happen, but it just did. He wanted to stop it, but staying with her made him feel calm and he didn’t have any nightmares. So he stayed again and again, and then he thought about how tonight was Violet’s last night here. After tonight, he might not be able to hold her again like this. That thought made his b***d boil and Damon couldn’t take it anymore.

Slowly and carefully, Damon peeled himself away from Violet and rolled off the bed. He took one last look at Violet before exiting the room. His heart felt heavy and his steps were heavier, but a new day was upon him and he had to get on with his life.

Making his way to the kitchen, Damon grabbed a cup of coffee that the maids had prepared. He grimaced when he sipped the coffee and put it away quickly. Even the coffee that used to be fine all his life now tasted bad.

Violet could make it so much better.

Damon was about to grab some water to wash down the bad coffee when he heard a chirpy voice saying, “Good morning,”

He turned out instantly and found Talia walking from the backyard. She was looking happy and bubbly like always, bringing flowers from the garden and coming into the kitchen.

“Morning,” he replied, sounding unenthused.

“It’s another day Damon,” Talia reminded him. She was putting the fresh flowers into a vase and arranging them neatly. “It’s gonna be her last day here,”

Damon rolled his eyes and scoffed, “So?”

“How do you feel about her leaving?” she asked.

It sucks like hell.

“Fine,” he said instead.

“Yeah, right,” she was the one scoffing this time.

Damon ignored her and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. He knew he couldn’t lie much to Talia, so he was avoiding her instead. After drinking his water, Damon turned around to leave the kitchen, but she spoke up again.

“Maybe you should ask her to stay. She might say yes,”

Damon stopped his tracks instinctively. Talia just shrugged and continued arranging her flowers. Damon thought about her words for a moment. Of course he wanted to ask her to stay, but asking someone for anything wasn’t his style. Damon Van Zandt never asked for favors. Ever.

“No, I’m not gonna do that,” he said finally.

“So you’re just gonna go to Italy and let her leave like nothing happened?” she pressed on.

He paused for another beat and said, “No,”

“No?” Talia put her flowers down and her full attention was on Damon. “You’re planning something, aren’t you? Wait, what are you gonna do?”

Damon let out a smirk. Talia was staring at him expectantly but he only waved his hand at her and walked away.

“The only thing I can do,” he said. “Finish it well,”