Novel & Cerita Damon Salvatore Pictures

Damon returned holding an envelope, now seeming to hesitate before he held it out to me. "I got pictures too." I said softly, holding out the envelope of him and Robyn. We took each other’s envelopes and I slid the pictures out, my cheeks burning as I realised what this was… Shit! I quickly pushed the images back in. The day Liam went down on me outside the Alphas' home! I looked up at Damon, who looked utterly guilty as he looked down at his own pictures and pushed them back in, running his fingers through his curls. "I’m sorry you had to see these… I uh… guess it's good that Liam only got a kissing picture…"

On the plane with Nic were Antonio, Raymond and his friend, Damon. Damon was a huge guy, ex-Navy SEAL who cashed in big checks with bounty hunting. Nic had employed him several times over the years. He was a trustworthy guy who could kill a man with his bare hands, and proudly bragged about that fact.

I replied unsure of how he knew it was my birthday. Just then one of the doors opened and Damian came in holding a beautiful birthday cake. I couldn't tell which was more beautiful him or the cake. he was wearing a blue jeans and an unbuttoned short sleeve white shirt. clearing revealing his broad chest and abs. seeing him standing made me have a flash back of all the times we have cuddled. He looked like he has just been dipped into a hot sauce. how I want long kiss those thick full lips and be wrapped up in his strong steady hands.

But what fluttered me was the admiration in his eyes. I don't find myself much attractive. I know I am an average-looking girl. Nothing special to brag about. Whereas he is Stefano Valentino, dam billionaire and man of many women's fantasies. I don't know, why the hell he is risking so many things to be involved with a girl like me. Or maybe he also knows it's just a fling, which will get over before anyone even knows.

Damon stood by the glass, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up, looking dangerous and hungry. “Close the door,” he ordered. She did. “Damon, about last night—” He moved fast. In two strides he had her pinned against the cool glass, her back to the city. His big hand yanked her skirt up roughly around her waist. “Shut up,” he growled. “I’ve been hard all day thinking about this dripping cunt.” Before she could argue, he dropped to his knees right there in his expensive suit. His strong hands ripped her soaked panties down her legs and tossed them aside.

Salvatore’s voice called sharply: “Damien. To my study. Now.” Damien stiffened. Something in the old man’s voice… made fear coil inside him. He entered the study. And stopped cold. Across the desk were files, photos, documents — and at the very center, a birth certificate. His eyes landed on the name written beside “Mother.” Elena Salvatore. Damien’s heart stopped. “What… what is this?” he asked, his voice barely audible. Old Mr. Salvatore looked at him without mercy.

I was taken aback by the takeaway packages that filled the island. “Hello there. Glad you could make it.” Dominic said behind me. When I turned to face him, he had changed into a pair of black jeans and black shirt. And a single gold chain to accesorize . Any ordinary man would have looked like he was about to attend a funeral but Dominic made the outfit look as sexy as hell. I put on my best Sunday smile to cover spreading blush. “I see you went ahead and ordered. What a shame because I was about to whip up something you would never forget.”

When the Ryan family takes him inside their house and Damon starts his studies and does a part time job as a photographer, it's not a big surprise if he says that he started his career as a photographer. Even as a mafia Boss he loves cameras more than guns, he loves his talent. He even thought of doing an Alessia photo shoot one day but he never got a chance, but now he is going to do it. He told Alessia about his love towards photography, Alessia was excited when she found out that her man can click beautiful pictures, when Damon shows her some old pictures which he clicked years ago, it made Alessia more excited.

And I’m here to get a well-planned revenge on Damon Vyon, and everyone else that made me into the monster I am now. Yes. I know. Let’s take a little break here. I stared at the pictures, one by one, wondering who this woman was to Damon. I sure as hell knew they weren’t married as that alcoholic had claimed in court. The Damon Vyon I knew wasn’t one to marry. Yes. I watched a soft copy of their trial. I turned to Dante, who still stood behind me, waiting quietly. “Come closer,” I ordered, signaling him forward with my two fingers, and as he did, I pointed at the blue-eyed goddess in one of the pictures. “Who’s she?” I demanded, glaring at him.

Scarlet widened “OMG!! Really? “Yes, you can g****e about him” Scarlet didn’t waste time to pick up her phone in the side table and g****e about him. “What did you say was his name again?” “David Salvatore, that is what his assistant told me” Scarlet typed his name and every information about him came out, she placed a hand in her mouth when she saw his photos “All my gosh, he is drop dead handsome” May took a look at his picture on the phone and shakes her head “He is way more handsome than this in real life”