- - - - - THREE YEARS AGO - - - - - -~ Damon ~Damon took a moment to study the picture in his hand. His eyes turned glassy instinctively. This was the first time he saw Violet’s face in a month. It was hitting him like a brick wall. The picture showed that she was walking through some street with a bag of groceries in her hand.She seems good, happy, and healthy… “What do you want us to do, boss?” Liam asked. “We can fly out there right now. The jet’s already waiting at the tarmac,”Damon took one last look at Violet’s picture. His thumb slowly grazed over her beautiful face. But suddenly, he closed the file shut and shoved it back to Liam.Liam looked at Damon in confusion as he held onto the file. Meanwhile, Damon turned around and went for the nearby mirror. His shirt and signature black suit were hanging next to it. It was always prepared there for him just in case he wanted to wear them today.“Boss?” Liam asked again.Damon didn’t say a word as he stood in front of the mirro
~ Violet ~“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 surr
~ Damon ~Damon was lost in ecstasy as he licked and lapped at her juices. Her pússy was raw and pink, it was wet and ready, but he didn’t want to rush things. He waited three years for this moment, and who knows how much longer he would have to wait for another chance.Looking up slightly, Damon could see the small tattoo on her lower stomach. It was the tattoo that he branded her with, his initials, DVZ. Damon couldn’t contain his smirk every time he looked at it. She could’ve easily gotten rid of it if she wanted to, but she didn’t. And maybe that meant something. Does this mean you’re still mine?Damon wanted to savor her taste for as long as he could. He continued sucking and kissing her clit while his hand slowly reached for her core. His finger ran circles around her entrance, teasing her, and feeling her hips bucking up for him. Hmmm. She’s sopping wet.Damon swallowed hard as he looked up at her. His finger was thrusting rhythmically in and out of her core. He slipped anoth
~ Violet ~The sound of the rain falling on the windowsill woke Violet up from her sleep. It was a peaceful sound, slowly rocking her brain back to life. Violet stirred in bed as her eyes were too heavy to open. She took a deep breath and a familiar masculine scent filled her senses. Hmmm.It was Damon’s scent, unmistakably. Violet was immediately taken back to the memories of last night. She remembered Damon taking her away from Dylan’s wedding, putting her into an airplane and they flew to God knows where. Violet also remembered the conversation they had… and what Damon decided to do in the end.“Do you still love me?” he asked.“Do you know that I still love you?”“I think you do,” With her eyes closed, Violet could see everything unfolding before her. She didn’t want things to go that far, but she was powerless against him. He tied her hands above her head and worshipped her body with his lips. He made her lose all sense of purpose and decency. Then he made love to her body, sen
~ Violet ~Violet could not believe her luck. Four years ago, she signed a deal with the devil and was held captive here for a month. Then she signed another deal with him and she ended up staying, voluntarily. It took her a full year before she was brave enough to break free from her chains. But then here she was, three years later, in an ironic full circle — again being held captive by Damon Van Zandt.“Just like the good old days, isn’t it?”Damon was smirking, but Violet wasn’t amused. He had her tied up inside his playroom with no chance of escaping. At least when she was here before, she was here on her own accord. This time was different.“Damon, you can’t keep me here!” she stated.“And why is that?”“You have to let me go,”“I don’t have to do anything,” he shrugged.“I’m not playing with you!” she groaned.“I’m not playing either,” his tone was still taunting.“Damon, I swear to God!” Violet’s tone rose up in frustration. “You let me go right now or…!”“Or what?” he replied
~ Damon ~ “If you think that this is gonna make her fall back in love with you, you’re incredibly delusional, you know that?”Damon lay awake that night thinking about what Talia said to him earlier. Though he didn’t show it, her words struck a chord in him. Damon wasn’t used to his plans backfiring on him. Normally when it came to business, he was savvy. He always thought three steps ahead and got whatever his heart desires. But this time, things were different. His usual methods of extortion or blackmail wouldn’t work on Violet. “She’s gonna hate you for this,”Damon pulled himself off the bed with an annoyed groan. His hand went to rake his hair in frustration. He turned his head to the side and saw the empty spot on his bed. That was the spot that Violet usually slept in. He would much rather have her there than chained up in the playroom, but he couldn’t trust that she won’t slip out in the middle of the night if she got the chance. Why won’t she stay with me?Damon racked his
~ Damon ~Damon watched silently through the second floor window as Violet got into the black SUV and the car pulled away. A part of him was hoping that she wouldn’t get on and choose to stay, but that was just wishful thinking. The car disappeared on the horizon and Damon felt his heart sunk to his feet. She’s really gone…Damon’s hand went to his chest instinctively. He felt some discomfort there, his chest felt tight and he couldn’t breathe. He left the window and went to the bedside table, reaching for the glass of whiskey. The whiskey couldn’t help him breathe, but it distracted him from the pain.* KNOCK * KNOCK *Damon lifted his head up at the sound of knocking on the door. Adrian was standing at the doorway, peering his head into the room.“Damon, you got a call,” he said.“Not in the mood,” Damon replied flatly.“It’s Hugo,”“Like I said, I’m not in the mood,”Adrian let out a sigh and stepped inside. He closed the door shut and walked a few steps closer to Damon.“You have
~ Damon ~For as long as he could remember, Damon was a man of vision. He was always working towards a goal, be it climbing the power ladder or bringing down vengeance, he always had direction and a sense of purpose. Even after watching his family and his bride slaughtered at his own wedding, his heart was still driven. He didn’t give up. He was more ambitious than ever and it propelled him to become the mafia king of the east coast. In contrast to that, early this morning, Violet left the estate quietly. There was no bloodshed or guns fired. She just got into the car and it drove away. It was nowhere near as dramatic as the Red Wedding, but for Damon, it actually hurt a lot more. He didn’t know what to do with himself now. For the past several years, he built his empire with one vision in mind: to live happily ever after with Violet next to him. But now that she was gone, what was he building all this for?Damon’s head hung low as he sat on the desk in his study. He was staring at h