Damon Salvatore Rule Novels & Stories

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."

Damon stopped what he was doing and gave Salvatore a I didn't ask for the details look. Salvatore stopped talking. He never asked for the details, he doesn't need them but Salvatore never fails to deliver them. Damon continued what he was doing again, his face was devoid of emotions. "He asked if he can see Daisy" Salvatore spoke again. Damon's bulky shoulders stiffened and he paused writing. His head raised to stare at Salvatore without saying a word. "I told him you didn't order that. I didn't let him" He provided quickly.

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.”

“I see you’re struggling.” Keiran’s breathing was uneven. His wound was worse than I thought. I tightened my grip on him. Salvatore’s gaze lingered before he turned back to Donovan. “Shall we talk?” Donovan scoffed. “You came with swords, not words.” Salvatore shrugged. “A precaution.” He stepped forward, stopping just before Damien’s corpse. He glanced down at the body. No emotion. Just mild interest. Then he looked at Donovan again. “You killed your own blood.”

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

“You son of a bitch.” “I will fucking end you, Mancini,” Salvatore growled. Domenico made sure to shield me. “Lay a finger on her again, and they’ll never find your body.” A gasp left me as Salvatore pulled out his gun and aimed it at Domenico. “The body they’ll never find is y—” Domenico’s fist slammed into his face with such force Salvatore fell to the ground, his gun skidding across the floor. Domenico hissed and clutched his side, bending over. Worry knotted my stomach as I placed my hand on his back. He looked to me, his jaw clenched, and nodded.

Andrea Salvatore stared down at her feet as her father, Derrick Salvatore and the ex Don of the Guerrieros, and her future father in law spoke to each other. She stood there at the far end, she was not to speak until she was spoken to, she was not to move until she was told to. “If only I had a son yours to success me,” Derrick laughed dryly, “ I wouldn’t bother getting my daughter married to a man of my choosing but alas,”

An elderly man right beside Alexia speaks first and it moves on till it reaches him, he looks Alexia up and down and he smirks and says, “We met this morning, it’s like destiny, or should I say fate? I should have introduced myself then, but it skipped me because I couldn’t think straight when I saw you.” Alexia smiles in his direction and nods her head. She wipes her palms slowly in her trousers so, it isn’t obvious that she is nervous. The young man continues when she doesn’t say a thing, “My name is Damon Salvatore. The CEO of Salvatore Gold company.” Alexia replies to him, with a blank expression,

Then, I looked at Damian the man who had walked through the fire to help me find the ink. ​"Rule 18," I said, my voice carrying over the storm. ​"What's Rule 18?" Damian shouted, bracing himself against the gale. ​"The press only works when the plate is clean." ​I didn't give the stylus to Arthur. I didn't use it to etch a new lie. I threw it.