Novel & Cerita Chris Salvatore Nudes

HIM! "Martin, you sick bastard! Did you have s*x with Madam Salvatore?!" I slammed the unlocked door, and it swung open to reveal a naked Greek god in a flesh. The only difference was that Greek god wasn't appealing now, for his furious gaze was shifted to me. Run Kota! Run!

And, like always, he’s shirtless again. Salvador, and like always, a cigarette in his lips. He is easily in the realm of 6’1, onyx of gold for eyes…he is shirtless again. That black serpent of a tattoo is across his back again. Such bulging arms—they look like they could crush walls. Then his chest, it looks as hard as a black rock. For what reason do the abs on his stomach look so strict. They look like they ache, painfully tight and fortunately, they lead into a v-line that would mean his—

He pulled it out and frowned at the screen. "Unknown number." He answered it anyway. "Hello?" His face went white. Dante was on his feet immediately. "Who is this?" Luca demanded into the phone. Then: "No. You're lying. He's in prison." Dante took the phone from him. "Who is this?" "Dante Salvatore." The voice was unfamiliar, male, with a heavy accent. "My name is Sergei Kozlov. Viktor's brother. We need to talk about returning what you stole from him."

He stood up from his kneeling position and started undressing in front of me. When he finally removed all his clothes, I sat up on the bed, and my face was right in front of his fully erect manhood. "C-can I touch it?" I asked, not taking my eyes off his hard, stiff cock. I swallowed as it twitched, even though I hadn't touched it yet. "It's all yours too," Salvatore replied. I quickly looked up at him, our eyes meeting. Is that true? Is there really no other woman he's been with? I swallowed again before slowly raising my hand and wrapping it around his thick cock.

When he saw me, his eyes suddenly brightened as he walked quickly toward me. "Veronica! I knew you weren't dead!" I stepped back and frowned at the security personnel blocking his path. "What is this man doing here?" The security officer showed me the documents. He had surrendered as a mafia Don just to be brought to Federal Intelligence headquarters for trial. He really was insane. Uncle Dante strode over from the other end of the corridor. His expression was dark. "Mr. Costa, you're not welcome here." Leon's gaze was locked on me, and his voice was hoarse. "Veronica, I need to talk to you."

But Chris's control over my body prevented me from even moving a finger in protest. They brought me to a room and stripped me down before dressing me in a skimpy red swimsuit. "Your friends and colleagues will worry for your well-being if there is no sign of you at all," Chris mused, "so you and I are going to have a little photoshoot for the paparazzi." Chris pulled off his shirt to reveal his well-toned body. He scooped me up into his arms and carried me outside to his luxurious pool area.

“No. I don’t pay them to ogle you.” That makes me set my fork down and stare at him. “What? What does that even mean?” Salvatore is completely unbothered by how bothered I am. “It means I do pay them to show you respect as the mother of my child.” “And so… they’re not allowed to look at me?” “Not like that.” He tucks into his bruschetta like this is a totally normal conversation. “Not at what’s mine.” “Excuse me?” Salvatore just continues eating. And looking at me. Which, apparently, he’s allowed to do because he’s the one who fucked a baby into me.

It looked like they were about to get down with each other. “What did she do?” Salvatore asked and the guard who had brought me explained everything to him in detail, leaving out nothing. Salvatore ordered him to tie me up to a bare, steele cloth pole afterwards, he ordered the guard out. Before I could even comprehend what was happening, Salvatore was naked downwards, with his erection in the woman's mouth. I wasn't about to watch a whole live p**n, or was I? I felt disgusted. I watched the woman's head bop as she began to suck on his huge penis. I looked away, unable to keep on staring, so only the sound of Salvatore's moans and the slurping of her aggressive sucking filled my ears.

"Aren't you going to eat?" I glanced at the unappetizing salad sitting in front of me. "Not hungry," I responded, keeping my eyes fixed on a wilted carrot. I was, in fact, hungry, but it wasn't for the tasteless salad. I wanted Christopher's blood. I gave him a sideways glance, and he smiled meaningfully. "You should eat. You need your strength for - " Salvatore paused and glanced over at Chace. "Later," he finished. I opened the juice and took a drink to appease him.

Soon, Salvatore's body trembled from shock, and his eyes were wide with fear. Using force, Lorenzo cut a deep line downward leaving a bloody trail on Salvatore's shirt. My hand instinctively covered my mouth as I felt another wave of nausea at the gory sight but I couldn't look away. “Fuck!” Savio cursed under his breath, pulling his gaze from the brutality in front of us to scan my face. “Look away, Tiff,” But I couldn't. Salvatore howled like an animal, and another bloody smile stretched over Lorenzo's face before he twisted the blade and suddenly pulled out the knife.