~ Violet ~

When Violet opened her eyes next, she was lying on the bed in their bedroom, under the covers, and wearing Damon’s white shirt. She didn’t remember coming back here last night. The last thing she remembered was being in the playroom with her legs chained to the bedpost and Damon was making love to her until the break of dawn.

Sheez. I must’ve passed out again.

Violet took a look around and saw that the room was empty. It was about 10 o’clock in the morning and Damon was probably out at work already. Violet could only wonder how he had so much energy after what went...