Damon Salvatore Rule Novels & Stories

Samarth's smile grew, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity. "Don't try to defy me, my dear," he whispered, his voice dripping with sensual menace. "It will only make me go hard and harder on you for the rest of our night. And I doubt you'll enjoy the consequences."

He licks it once and then a second time. I smile because Samson always calms me. "He likes the salt on your skin." Damian gives me a side look and another slight grin. "I'd like you to lick the salt from my skin, but it's not my hand that's the saltiest." Shivers run over every inch of skin on my body. "Does that line work on your other Dommes?" "I don't want to fuck the other Dommes, and I'm afraid I never mix work with pleasure. When it comes to you I seem to bend all my rules."

He asked. "No, not at all" Salvador shook his head. "I just want to gain more experience here and I heard that you treat your workers right. I want to be a palace soldier" Damon smirked. "Why? You're a man with freedom, why do you want to be a servant?" Damon isn't foolish, he knows that the man wants to be close to Daisy. He turned and gave Salvatore a look. Salvatore nodded in acknowledgement. Damon wasn't sure if he wants anyone closer to Daisy. He can't do her such favor. Period.

He wasn’t even halfway through when Damian suddenly spoke. “Salvo.” The driver paused. Damian had already pulled out his phone. He scrolled quickly before holding the screen in front of the man. “Was it this man?” The driver looked closely. Then nodded immediately. “Yes.” “That’s him.” The name meant nothing to me. So I turned to Damian. “Who is Salvo?” Damian’s expression hardened slightly. “One of Victor’s men.” Silence filled the small store. For a moment, none of us spoke. Then I thanked the men for their time and walked back to the car.

And now, here he was, striding toward me with that ever-infuriating smirk, as if he owned the damn place. Damien Salvatore. The quarterback of Bar Harbor High. My rival. And more importantly, the future Alpha of WoodlandHunters, the pack that bordered ours. “Caleb,” he drawls, his voice thick with amusement, hands tucked casually into the pockets of his coat. “I was just in the neighborhood, so I thought I’d drop by. See how you’re preparing for our annual match.”

Sirella’s pov The moment Salvatore stepped into the palace, the air shifted. His warriors fanned out behind him—silent, disciplined, deadly. Not like Damien’s men. No reckless charges. No wasted movements. These were trained killers. And Salvatore… he was smiling. A slow, knowing smile, like he had already won. Donovan wiped his blade clean, his expression unreadable. “You’re late.” Salvatore tilted his head. “Or right on time.” His eyes flicked toward me, then Keiran. “I see you’re struggling.”

He had won the two racing matches he had today while Max made his comeback by winning the one race he had asked the guys to keep for him. Thinking back to those racing matches, I must admit that they were dangerously thrilling. I couldn’t believe that I grew a liking for such a sport but for Ryder, I was willing to enjoy anything he loved. Ryder released all his frustrations for Tom through the match by defeating him which pissed Tom up. Apparently, they had made a deal before the match that Tom would have to keep his girlfriend on a leash if he lost this match which he did. This meant that Alicia and her little gang would need to think twice before thinking of approaching me in the future o

I turned my gaze towards the vampire who owned my life, wondering if he had made a choice, his thoughts still pushing me away. “I will let you heal him. But, in return; you will not disobey me.” He compromised, carefully lifting me into his arms. I nodded, silently agreeing that I would do my best to comply with his every command. I winced slightly when a deep agony seeped through my arm as it drooped towards the ground, I couldn’t move it, and I doubted doing so would help the broken bone. Silas could sense my discomfort, but did nothing to aid me, nor did he speak. I just hoped I had enough strength left within me to heal my friend, and I prayed; above all else that it would work. Diamond

“Giovanni, Dante is not alone” “Unless it is a fight of Alphas” he said, stopping Mattia from finishing his sentence. If that starts, then if anyone tries to interfere, they are dead before they could even think of blinking. It is a rule, and I believe that you of all people should know that very well; therefore, say one of them did try to interfere, that is one less soul on the table” “You really thought this through, didn’t you?” Mattia asked, smirking at his boss.