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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.

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Then he dragged my jeans down my legs and threw them to the side. He peeled my shirt off next, and I reached back to unclasp my bra. Chris’s eyes zeroed in on my breasts once they sprang free. “Oh, Sav.” He shucked his jeans before bending down and sucking my nipple into his mouth. I gasped and whimpered, grabbing his shoulders as my pussy clenched. He held one of my breasts with his hand, gripping it while he sucked and licked my nipple like it was candy. His other hand slid down into the front of my panties.

I had always longed for a moment just like this, but the reality was more than I anticipated. "Feeling a bit exposed, slave?" Chris leered. "Look at our slut, fellas! Are you ready for some fucking?" A few men started to unzip, but then stopped, looking at Chris, who was staring at me. I AM TIT WHIPPED "Not yet!" Chris said, as his eyes raped my naked body.

She grinned and hummed him when she sat down beside her, instantly catching sight of the photo frames on the vanity. “What is this?” He picked one up, looking back at the picture of Salvatore and Nicole standing on a bridge in Venice with their hair whipping in the air and strange masks covering their faces, the laughter visible in their eyes. Glancing at the second one, he found it to be of Salvatore standing with his side to the camera, arms wrapped around Nicole’s waist and smiling down at her, adoration sparkling in his vibrant blue eyes. “Whoa,” “What?” “This looks nothing like Salvatore,” Marco scoffed and turned the frame towards her. “Who is this guy?”

(inserted laugh emojis) @waltermendoza: Yeah. Haha! Try again, Pau! @chrissalvatore: Dude, get me an imported chick when you get home, alright? I laughed a little bit hard at Chris’s joke to Walter. As usual, he could crack up any conversation with his crazy head! @waltermendoza: Lmao @chrissalvatore! Miss you, babe! @chrissalvatore: Awwe! Miss you, too, Walter babe!

But, that was not what made my breath catch in my throat, no, it wasn't what paralyzed my tongue. It was the scenario before me. Salvador sat cross-legged on a garden egg chair, swinging slowly with a cigar hanging from his lips. On the soft grass were three men and four women, all naked, giggling and moaning simultaneously. Salvador sat there watching. I seem to have been struck by lightning as I watched a woman crawl towards the fully clothed Salvador trailing her hand on his body. A feeling arose from the pit of my stomach at the sight until Salvador tossed her into the pile of moving flesh on the grass. She moved naturally with the others clinging to another man and getting the attention

Ashford "A little crush or not, it's still something. I was beginning to think you were going to spend the rest of your life sleeping about. Hell, half the team probably thinks so." Salvatore admits. I shoot a small glare at him. "Excuse you all, but there's absolutely nothing wrong with a man avidly enjoying sex as much as he can." He snorts. "Enjoy it as much as you do and one begins to feel you need a little more than that."

It was as if he was staring at me. No no no.... It can't be.... I switched off the TV and ran to the room and brought out my laptop..... I typed 'DAMIAN SALVATORE' into the search bar Numerous articles relating to him displayed I read some and proceeded to check his pictures... He looks more cute in pictures... An article caught my eyes... NYC's sweetheart and youngest billionaire DAMIAN SALVATORE at 28 still yet to marry What? Are they for real?! Is he gay?

For a moment, the silence pressed on my chest, and I looked around for a way out of this place. Then I heard him. Alpha Dominic Salvatore, standing by the window, his back to me. The moonlight caught the edges of his frame, broad shoulders, tense posture, veins flexing down his arms. “You should have knelt,” he said, voice sharp as the blade at his hip. “Even the idea of you speaking back the way you did should have gotten you killed.” “Then why didn’t it?” I asked, testing him. “I wouldn’t have minded. I would have been free of all this.”