Damon Salvatore Eye Novels & Stories

I blurted out and he didn’t even look at me. "Leave the office now,” he ordered one more time and I looked between him and Damon. Damon was watching me like I was some kind of problem he wanted to rip apart and figure out later. My chest tightened and when I looked up, I noticed that there was something wrong with his eyes. They were the kind of eyes that watched buildings burn with so much happiness. Still, I didn’t move. "Is this her? Your precious collateral?" Damon sneered, taunting Aiden and Aiden moved.

The most feared, ruthless, and successful businessmen in the city. My gaze locked on Damian first. His white shirt stretched tight across his broad chest and shoulders, sleeves rolled up to reveal tattoos forearms that made my mouth go dry. A few dark strands of hair fell across his forehead, and when those piercing green eyes suddenly met mine, my breath caught in my throat. Heat flared low in my belly—sharp, immediate, traitorous. He lifted one brow, as if he knew exactly what looking at him did to me. I tore my gaze away, only to land on Dominic. Identical green eyes, same devastating bone structure, but where Damian’s stare was cool and predatory, Dominic’s held a wicked spark. He smiled

I felt as if I was being tested because of the two alphas still seated so I went for a nod that says ‘no’. But to my surprise he only glanced at Herod and James and it looked like they were arguing with their eyes until I was met with shock when Herod took off his assassin-like-mask, James does the same and I am faced with Damiel two eyes staring right back at me. No wonder I found that eyes familiar. Damiel with two mismatched eyes but Herod with one of Damiel’s eyes in his own two, ocean blue. James with Damiel’s yellow eyes in his own two. What perfect breeding their parents must have got it. If you cheat in this family. It would be surely noticed.

A sweet shiver wash over me when I look up at their eyes taking me in, caressing and loving me. "Your left hand please." I say acting like a school girl about to give her boyfriend her first present for him. Damian lips perk up a little while Damon held mine in a blank stare as he jaw tick blinking his eyes. I knew he's close to loosing it, ready to fuck me into tomorrow. Ravage my body and give me pleasure beyond imaginations. I squirm looking to his eyes. His dick twitch and I couldn't help the smile that grace my lip.

His gray eyes are cold as winter storms as they take in the scene. One look at my face, at the tears still clinging to my lashes, at the way I'm cradling my bruised wrist, and something deadly flickers behind his controlled facade. "Gentlemen," Damon says, his voice carrying the kind of quiet authority that makes grown men wet themselves. "I hope I didn’t see you being rude to my mate.”

The Luna rose, looked at me, and stayed where she was. I nodded, scrubbing a hasty swipe at my face. The door moved slowly open. And there he stood. Damon. He looked like a man who hadn't slept for weeks. His eyes were bloodshot. His hair was mussed. His clothes were wrinkled like he'd risen suddenly without even bothering. But what struck me the most… was the anguish in his eyes. Pure, unadulterated anguish. Our eyes locked, and neither of us said a word.

he growled, his eyes flashing with anger. Leora, humbled and submissive, nodded. She knew better than to argue with Damian, especially when he was in this mood. She turned her attention to Scarlett, her expression a mix of apology and desire. "Spread your legs, Scarlett," Damian ordered, his voice low and intense. "Leora, you know what to do."

Glancing around, my gazе mеt thе intеnsе starе of Damon, watching us from thе еdgе of thе clеaring. For a momеnt, our еyеs lockеd, and I sеnsеd an unsеttling tеnsion in thе air. Damon, with his unruly dark hair and piеrcing еyеs, lookеd likе a storm brеwing on thе horizon. His еxprеssion hеld a mixturе of rеsеntmеnt and frustration, a storm that thrеatеnеd to unlеash its fury.

I kept the smirk on as I said that, just to annoy him. "Put the damn blindfold on!" Adonis and Sohan exclaimed. "Oh, so the dogs are barking now." They close their fists when I said that as if they were ready to punch me, which I do not doubt. "You are stupid, you know that? All of you act as if I had been ordered to put this on. But I wasn't. I chose to use it, for myself. Because I didn't want to see people's deaths, neither did I wanted to see my own," I turned to Daisuke. "I thought you had told them, but it seems like you didn't. To resume it all, now that I don't care about that anymore, the blindfold has no use for me. If you don't want me to see your death, then don't fucking look at

Yet Clay doesn't breathe another word. Disdain, unlike anything Clay had ever seen before, catches sapphire flaked with garnet. The hostile burn temps Clay to slightly upturn his lips into a poisonous smile. Elegance wouldn't be the first affiliation the elder would grant the boy colored with pastels of a fogged dawn, but the flutter of aggression that spills over Damon's lashes to splash over heated pools, sings of its own special charm. Rouge, untamed. Damon Salvati…dripped of challenge.