Chris Salvatore Nudes Novels & Stories

"Chris Alessandro is a gAriana. That's why he didn't want to stay in Indonesia, because he's avoiding his father. He doesn't want his family and his father's clients to hear about that scandal." "Don't joke!" Gerald said, irritated. Sexual deviation wasn't something to joke about. "I'm not joking," Max said. "One of our friends saw him sleeping naked with another man in his flat. What do you think they were doing? You and I have never slept naked together, right?" Gerald shuddered in disgust. Imagining being with a naked man next to him made him feel nauseous and want to vomit immediately. "Chris is a gAriana. People assumed he liked you, that's why he always bothered you. I thought you knew

he recounted in the most dramatic way. “Even at that,” I started, closing the file. “I don't want to be chained and owned by you lots. I won't be controlled by all of you. You want to use me for your sexual wants but I won't take that. I'm not some damn prostitute.” I said. “You are not but I can make you one,” Salvatore said, coming closer. I moved away from him in fright. He seemed to not be as reserved as Vittorio who's trying to explain and change my mind.

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."

It was purely ridiculous. Salvatore Rodriguez— works as a reporter at Big news Media, no wife, no child. Doesn't believe in relationships because his father was a deadbeat drunk who constantly abused his mother, dropped out of school early, but by some miracle still ended up going to college, and finishing top of his class. Have had numerous cases of sexual assault from colleagues, but somehow someone has consistently been keeping you out of trouble.

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.