Chapter 2 Alive

• ~ Damon ~
• Violet didn’t answer him, but he didn’t need an answer. Stepping back in front of her, he unlocked her chains until her body fell down to the floor. In one swift move, he picked her up in his arms and carried her away.
• “W-what are you doing?” she stammered, afraid for dear life.
• Damon stifled a laugh as he carried her up the stairs and into the bright light.
• “I’m carrying my bride over the threshold,” he said simply.
• Violet didn’t know how to respond, so she remained quiet. Damon carried her all the way up to their bedroom, passing by a row of his men who had to look down because they couldn’t bear to see the boss’s wife in such a condition. Once inside the bedroom, he closed the door shut and laid her on the bed.
• “Don’t move,” he ordered.
• Violet lay there helplessly as the pain stung her skin. She closed her eyes and awaited her doom. Meanwhile, Damon went into the bathroom and came out moments later with a warm towel. Sitting down next to her, he began undressing her, tearing away the ripped dress until it fell to the ground. Violet was so traumatized, she kept her eyes closed the entire time, thinking he was going to hurt her some more. But when the warm towel hit her skin and Damon gently wiped her wounds, her eyes jolted open in shock.
• Violet stared in confusion as he cleaned her wounds. He was being so gentle, a complete opposite to the guy who was whipping her just minutes ago. After he finished cleaning her body with the wet towel, he pulled out some ointment and rubbed them to her skin. Even though Damon was being gentle, it still stung her and she flinched in pain.
• “Tell me. I just need to know one thing,” he said suddenly, distracting her from the pain. “Why’d you do that?”
• Violet fell silent and bit her lip. She didn't know what to tell him, but her eyes glazed over and they were filled with regret.
• “Did someone tell you to do it?” he pressed. “Who gave you the gun?”
• Violet didn’t answer him again. Instead, a single tear fell off her cheek and she started crying.
• “Damon…” her small voice croaked.
• One look into her teary eyes and all that anger inside him were suddenly gone. Letting out a sigh, he put his hand on the side of her face and wiped her tears away.
• “I’m really sorry…” she said.
• “What? For shooting me in the heart?” he chuckled.
• “For not trusting you,” she said, shaking her head. “That was a mistake,”
• Tears kept falling off her face and his eyes softened. He could tell she was very remorseful. That was a genuine apology if there was ever one.
• “…Does it hurt?” she asked suddenly, her hand reaching up to his chest.
• Damon felt his heart doubling in size when her finger grazed the bandage on his chest. It amazed him how much power she had over his body. She could shoot him in the heart and he’d still worship at her feet.
• Shaking his head, he told her, “You’re worth the pain,”
• Damon locked his gaze onto her and she was staring right back at him. They could sit here and talk all night, but it wouldn’t matter. Their eyes had already done all the talking.
• She’s sorry and I forgive her. I still love her and I think she does too.
• Slowly and carefully, Damon leaned closer until his body was hovering on top of her. His lips delved down and she met him with her kiss. He tasted her sweet lips and trailed kisses down her neck and jaw. She let out a whimper as her hand went to the back of his neck.
• “Does this hurt?” he asked, noticing that she was flinching a lot.
• Shaking her head and smiling, she said, “You’re worth the pain,”
• A smirk curved up his lips and he continued kissing down her body. His hands roamed her legs and thighs and she parted them open for him. Damon ran his hand up and down her thigh before reaching for her sensitive bud. She let out a gasp when he found her, and he let out a groan when he felt how wet she was.
• Fúck. I can't wait anymore.
• Not wasting another second, Damon yanked his slacks down and his erect manhood sprang free. He rubbed his length up and down her slit, collecting her sweet juices on him. And with one sharp thrust, he entered her core, feeling her walls wrapping tightly around him.
• Hmmm. I’ve missed this so much.
• Violet let out moans and whimpers as he picked up the pace with his thrusts. Her legs were parted wide and he drilled into her like he was about to break her in two. His hands went to her neck and with a firm grip, he cut off her air supply. Violet’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she neared her climax, gasping for a release.
• “Damon… Damon…!” she moaned breathlessly. “Oh, I’m gonna…!”
• “That’s it, sweet girl,” he groaned. “Scream my name. Scream it loud!”
• Damon tightened his grip around her neck and pushed deeper and harder. Within seconds, her walls clenched and her body convulsed in shock. Damon closed his eyes and felt the warmness of her walls enveloping him, it was a sensation like no other.
• “DAMON!”
• Damon was seeing red. He heard her scream and he kept going. He wanted to hear more of it. He wanted to fúck her senseless until his name was all that she could remember.
• “Damon?! Damon!”
• “Boss!?
• Suddenly, her screams had morphed into other people’s voices. Damon stopped moving and opened his eyes, but all he could see was darkness. But slowly, the darkness dissipated and he saw the ceiling of the old church. Several of his men were surrounding him, including and Adrian and Talia. All their faces were stricken with horror.
• “He’s alive!” they yelled. “Get the doctor!”
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