Chris Salvatore Nudes Novels & Stories

It fell to the floor and now my big breasts were now out in the air, out to Salvatore 's fucking eyes. My nipples were already hard and I hated the way they ached to be touched, to be squeezed. I hooked my thumbs into my thong and slid it down my legs, stepping out of it. Now, I was standing there completely naked in front of him while he was still fully dressed in his black suit. He circled me like a predator observing its prey, his eyes roaming over my tits, my waist and my bare pussy. He stopped behind me and cupped my ass with both hands, squeezing hard.

I gasped when I saw how big he was, and I heard him chuckle. “I'll be gentle” I heard him say and I nodded. I believe him. Soon, I saw him settle in between my legs, spreading it wider. I blushed senselessly when I saw him smelt me down there. “Salvatore, get off— ahhh uhmm" I moaned loudly when Salvatore began to eat my cherry. My mouth was left open as I danced, sang, and floated on cloud nine. Salvatore didn't stop, neither did he slow down.

She told herself when she saw him untieing the ropes used on her on the chair. Chris held her by the hair and throw her on the floor. Rim screamed out in pain but she refused to cry. Serving me obediently will make thing easy for both of you and your brother. Get your clothes off you bitch. Chris roared. Rim got off the floor and glanced at him with a smile. If l have sex with you, are you going to let's us go? She asked. Yes l will definitely keep my promise and let you free. Chris excitedly responded. Hmm okay Rim replied as she approached him. She took off her t-shirt and remained in her boob tube. Seeing her bare chest, Chris mouth dropped. So hot he muttered gaining a smirk from Rim.

She grabbed Alyssa’s arm pulling her back away from Chris as she continued to stare at the devil himself. “We were just talking about you,” Janet said, pulling Alyssa behind her back. “Well, you know what they say about the devil,” Chris smirked while crossing his arms. His leather vest under his tee shirt and jeans told Janet everything she needed to know about the man. He wasn’t Dan Sanders. They dressed as polar opposites. “I saw you in the hallway and couldn’t help but to capture your attention.” Alyssa pulled out her phone, very daringly. Chris shook his head. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

“Chris told me a bit. You okay?” I forced a smile, my voice soft. “I’m trying. It’s been… hard. Finn and I, we’re running from some bad people. I just want him safe.” Henry nodded, his face darkening. “Chris mentioned Don Salvatore. That name’s trouble. You know about him?” My stomach twisted. “Not much. Rhys, my ex, said he’s dangerous, working with someone who’s after us. I don’t know what to believe anymore, I'm perplexed here.”

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.

There stood Lyn, frozen in place, staring at his naked body. Lyn was unable to move, she could only stare at the naked Chris in front of her. She looked at him front top to bottom then her eyes stayed stuck fixated on his groin area. Chris was an older man, made late forties or early fifties, but boy was he ripped. His biceps and pectoral muscles were chiseled and defined. He had washboard abs and a V shaped waist. his thigh muscles were lean and he was very well endowed. It did not help that he groomed his pubic hair, giving his privates no coverage. All she could do was stare and lust after the man she was looking at. It wasn't until he spoke she took her eyes away from his man parts.

Two feet from my building, a black SUV screeched to the curb. Chris stepped out. Older, darker, scarier version of Oliver. Black tank, muscles for days, and ink that swallowed every inch of visible skin—shoulders to knuckles. The same style I’d seen last night on certain men at Paradise. I realized I was staring. Chris noticed. One brow arched, slow and knowing. I jerked my gaze away before Oliver caught me. “What’s up?” Oliver asked. “Need you to come check some papers with me,” Chris said.

Christian has his back to me, but I see the spread of a smile from the back of his head with the way his cheeks curve upward. “Basta! Who raised you, foolish boys?” Salvatore’s voice is a few octaves higher than it was at the store, which makes me wonder if his outburst is real or a performance. I mean, as a performer myself, I feel he’s a kindred spirit. However, there’s no way to know, so I refocus my attention on what’s going on, praying that Salvatore keeps speaking loud enough for me to hear even from over here. The four men hang their heads low, with their hands behind them, not daring to look up. My stomach twists and a certain sense of foreboding engulfs me.

Now I stood completely naked before him, vulnerable and exposed. I tried to channel every seductive scene I'd ever witnessed, letting my hands roam over my own skin. I cupped my breasts, rolling my nipples between my fingers, gasping softly at the sensation. My other hand trailed down my stomach, fingers dancing over heated flesh. Salvatore watched with the same expression he might wear while observing paint dry. "Two minutes."