Damon Salvatore Rule Novels & Stories

“Like I said, King Vincent and I are just friends. You can't accuse me without proof.” Damon‘s jaw tightens, his commanding tone dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Be rest assured, I’m not here to end your life. I need your allegiance. Tell me what Vincent promised you, and I will double it.” Cleo shrugs, unmoved by his proposal. She takes another deliberate sip of her wine before responding. “Double it, you say? Alpha Damon, you underestimate the stakes of this game. King Vincent's promises are not so easily surpassed. What makes you think I would trade allegiances for your offer?"

Frame agreement for a Dominant / Submissive relationship This document specifies the responsibilities and duties of Damon Zhang {the Dominant} and Mason Dharma {the Submissive} as part of a consensual BDSM agreement. This agreement is private and shall not be disclosed in any circumstances to anyone other than both parties and Marcus Carlisle, even if it is not legally binding. The Dominant I, Damon Zhang, request of Mason Dharma the acceptance of my dominance and guidance. I ask for ownership of your mind and body in return for my care and protection. Through this agreement, we may strengthen our bond and increase intimacy.

Carlos asked shakily but he didn't wait for Mattia to reply before he continues " Maximo Santino is a wanted criminal in every countries. You can't include him in this ... " " And who else is more competent? " Mattia yell suddenly, jolting the two other men. He sighed roughly as he pulled off his glasses before he continues smoothly as if he never yelled out. " Konstantin Dmitri is a Russian Mafia Boss, what is wrong in it if I call in the sadistic Italian Mafia Boss into this? Do you both have any other options? " Minutes passes slowly without Mattia getting any response. He stood up from the chair he sat on and Walk away from the Long table.

His body was slowly being consumed with rage. “I did it for him. Salvatore has done a lot to help us and the least we can do for him is to reward him with becoming our in law.” She replied with a shrug. “And who vested the power on you to decide on how to reward him. Moreover, I gave him three regions to control, that's more than enough reward for him.” Damien replied, matching her gaze. He was about to stand so he would square off with her when Luciano grabbed his wrist, preventing him from doing so.

Saveroth also left the room. On the other hand, Damien was also smiling at the seat of his Lamborghini Veneno Roadster. Yep, Damien is the only noble-class vampire who never uses a personal driver. Damien smiled. Novak's decision to make him the leader of the rebel hunting army was a big step towards his success in overthrowing the vampire kingdom. They did not know that Damien was the leader of the rebel army itself.

I'd filled out since the last time I was here. My shoulders were broader now and my abs more defined thanks to daily gym sessions that were definitely not motivated by impressing anyone in particular. I ran my fingers through my dark hair, pushing it back, then immediately felt stupid. This isn't a date. Stop preening. But when I walked back out to the pool and saw Marcus's eyes track down my body before snapping back up to my face, I was glad I'd looked. "There he is!" Devon thrust a massive margarita glass into my hand. The rim was crusted with salt and the contents were a dangerous shade of green. "Dad makes them strong, so pace yourself."

"No one can know at work. Complete professionalism when we're in the office." "Agreed." "And if this starts affecting my job or your relationship with Anthony, we stop." I do not like that rule, but I understand it. "Agreed." "And Richard? I won't be your dirty secret. If this becomes something real, something serious, eventually we go public. I won't hide forever." "Deal." She smiles, and it transforms her entire face. "Then we have an agreement, Mister Westwood." I pull her against me, feeling her body melt into mine. "We do, Miss Hart."

His voice was low and gentle. "Ms. Bianchi, I heard from my business partner that you need help." He arranged everything methodically, unlike Marco, who always made me fight for everything desperately. Only later did I learn that this man was the newly risen mafia Don, Leon Costa. Unfortunately, although the surgery succeeded, Mom still died. "I'm very sorry, but Sofia didn't make it through. I've already dealt with the negligent staff." He held me as I cried until I couldn't breathe, comforting me by saying that my kidney could accompany Mom in eternal rest, and she would be comforted in heaven. Only then did my busy fiance remember me and call back.

The words hung heavy in the air, swallowed by silence. Damon didn’t move at first. He just looked at her. Not angry, but contemplative. His thumb tapped against the table, a slow rhythm that filled the pause between them. Then he leaned forward, resting his chin lightly against his knuckles, the faintest ghost of a smirk playing at his mouth. “So,” he said, his voice low and deliberate, “what you’re basically asking for… is the freedom to do anything you like? Without the previous rules that were given?”

Those types of rings smashing into your face will do that. The other security man stops in his tracks. Damon glares at him, wild-eyed, chest heaving. “You next, fucker?” As he pumps his fists open and shut. The whole room gives him clearance, and I hear a lot of shocked noises. “No,” I snap before the other can move. My voice cuts sharp. “Leave it.” Damon isn’t bluffing. Security backs off. Damon’s savage grin widens. He points straight at me. “There she is. My runaway wife. Tell them, Savannah. About how I beat you. About how you were the poor little victim.”