Chris Salvatore Nudes Novels & Stories

Me laughing, me sleeping, me staring outside windows with that distant look I hated in mirrors…all were on the wall. In the center of the room sat a single antique chair, velvet upholstered in deep burgundy, delicate and almost feminine. And on it, with his back to the door, sat Salvatore. He was shirtless, suit trousers open, one large hand wrapped around the thick length of his cock. The other hand braced on the armrest, fingers digging into the velvet as his hips rolled slowly upward into his fist. I couldn’t breathe. He was massive! His cock was long, heavy and flushed dark with arousal. I know I’ve seen it before but now, it's more massive!

“Now, I have to figure out how to untie myself—” “That won't be necessary sweetheart,” Chris said waking in. “What do you want?” I whimpered as a very sharp pain traveled through my stomach. “I've been waiting for this moment for a very long time,” he said and began to undo his buttons. He pulled his shirt off showing off his abs. “Pfft! Jace makes him look so average” Sasha scoffed. “This is not the place or time for this, Sash!” I scolded. Although she was very right.

He held his ground, and his gun didn't shake in his hand. "I am, indeed," Salvatore responded. I turned my head sharply to the left to see Salvatore sitting casually on a chair. His face was not visible in the club's lighting. He wore tight leather clothes just like an assassin in the movies, and his hood was drawn over his face. Fucking hell, I would have been impressed if it weren't for the fact that he was killing my men. "And I wouldn't shoot me if I were you. I have this whole place rigged to explode and I have the detonator," Salvatore said. His voice had a tinge of an accent. It sounded deep and cold as he waved the small device in his hand.

Taking a long drag of my cigarette, I let the smoke calm and soothe me, prepare me for the blow I was about to deliver. Soon, I will get to share many more cigarettes with my curious malen'kaya ptitsa. "We shall deal with them according to our code and set of rules. You can fucking leave now." Salvatore stated, gesturing for the door just as Ioann released a small, amused chuckle and rolled his eyes at the older gentleman.

To my horror, I find him there. Salvatore sitting on a chair with a cigarette in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. Just… watching me. "Hey! What's this madness? Why am I naked!? "I yell at him, and he smirks. "For the view. Nice view by the way. "He replies as he stares down at me, and I wish the ground could open and swallow me. "Hey!! Don't look at me. Look away! "I yell, and he smirks as he gulps everything in his cup, drops it on the floor, and keeps smoking his cigarette.

I stared back at him, defiantly, daring him to lie. I watched as the rest sat quietly in anticipation, not touching their drinks and I knew he'd be the only one. Because Alex Salvatore is a fúcking cheat. I sat back, comfortably, enjoying this. He looked at me with a strange expression as he reached for his drink. "Holy shit!" Chris exclaimed in surprise. I smirked with deep resentment, remembering everything that happened between us.

Carlo Salvatore was a man of contradictions, a monster whom many mistook for a saint, a killer. Standing at 6'4", he carried himself like the beast he was. His skin was a drawing board of violence, marked by knife scars from knife fights and gunshot wounds. A black spiderweb tattoo crawled up the left side of his neck, with which an inscription of a faded barcode LF-117, was covered. The barcode and the spiderweb tattoo were the only remnants of a past he’d burned to the ground.

Don Salvatore was a very decent man and no matter how Allan tried, he couldn’t get anything to complicate him. He bowed slightly in appreciation to Casper before turning his attention to Cassandra, captured by her extraordinary features, as he bowed to her slightly before extending his hand for a dance. As soon as they joined hands and began to dance to the tune of the guest singer, background information about Salvatore began to play and everyone realized that he owned the biggest casinos in Las Vegas. “Thank you, Don Salvatore,” Casper said as soon as his timer beeped, showing that the one minute was done. Cassandra was relieved. Don Salvatore was a gentleman but her heart was already take

It feels almost like a dream to be the one giving this hand job," he confesses, without a hint of shame, letting out a laugh. "A nice bastard is emerging, Salvatore." "I can be whatever you want now, Santoro," he replies, finding a way to suck my breasts while I continue to pleasure him. Valentin easily holds my chest with his large hand. Both are sucked, kneaded, and licked, to the point of being deliciously sore.