Salvatore Rule 34 Novels & Stories

“Rule #12: No red pens are allowed in Mr. Salvatore’s vicinity. He finds the color aggressive and unnecessarily judgmental.” I stared at that line for a good ten seconds. “Rule #17: Mr Salvatore hates the smell of peaches ,so anything with peaches should not be brought near him he is also allergic to peanuts and should not be given anything with it in it” “Rule #20: Background music must be pre-set to Mozart’s Requiem at precisely 20% volume on high-stress days. You’ll know it’s a high-stress day if Mr. Salvatore enters the building without speaking.”

“Yeah right. I’m not struggling with the work.” “Then why are you in pain?” “I already told you I’m not. Why are you so concerned with me, anyway? Don’t you have someone to go and kill, or a club to run?” Salvatore doesn’t respond. Instead he moves closer to me, and lifts the corner of my shirt to look at my ribs. I feel exposed. I haven’t got a bra on and he is inches away from my bare breasts. “Who did this to you?” he whispers, as he strokes his finger over my already bruised skin, and my nerve endings light up like an electric circuit that has become complete.

Alana scoffed and shoved Brigitte away from her “That's Rocco Salvatore… the fashion god… he's like some Greek god of fashion…and he wants to see you… Alana, go,” Brigitte exclaimed like some fangirl who just saw her idol. Of course, Alana didn't know who the man was, if she told Brigitte he was the rascal who abducted her. She wondered if Brigitte would thrash his pretty face as she said, "Mr. Salvatore asked me to give you this,” the old man removed a small note from his pockets and handed it to Alana. Hesitantly, Alana took it and pried it open

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."

I did break so much of rules for him and I never regret that. And now when I see him, I feel proud that I broke those rules of my own. When I feel him on my arms I feel that sometimes breaking your rules bring you happiness in life along with the risks and sometimes when you break the rules, unexpected result might show up and might take your life to next level.

And if you’re willing to see just how twisted Dimitri is, please proceed with caution. ... Enjoy✿ Salvatore; “Well. She broke the rules. And you’re going to help me punish her, Sal.” He says with a calmness and smile that causes my heart to sink. I gulp as I look at him, and his smile grows. Of course it does. He loves my discomfort… Lives for it. “You see, Sal. Not only did Mira, here, try to run away… She stole some of my money.” He speaks again, and I shut my eyes. Suddenly stunned by the girl’s folly.

"Anthony cheated on me with my cousin. That betrayal is what led me to the bar where I met Richard. Anthony doesn't get a say in my life anymore." "But he is Richard's protege. Doesn't that create tension?" Richard answers. "Anthony and I have a professional relationship that exists separately from my personal relationship with Evelyn. His behavior toward her is disappointing but it doesn't change the mentorship." Sarah pulls out a tablet. "I want to show you something. These are some of the comments on the original article about your relationship. Many of them are cruel, attacking Evelyn's character, suggesting she is using you. How does that make you feel?"

But one person pushed her forward, over and over again: Salvatore. Charming, magnetic, and carved from a world of sharp suits and silk power, Salvatore is everything Irina isn’t. Where she breaks, he holds. Where she hesitates, he devours. Their friendship had rules at least she thought it did. But friends don’t show up unannounced at midnight. Friends don’t kiss your forehead like it means something. And friends don’t look at you like they want to ruin you, body and soul.

So I signed. ​ “Very well,” Salvatore affirmed. He grabbed the papers from me after I left my thumb mark and my signature on it. What the hell? ​ “I have a question,” I muttered. “When you said everything you want…what are you trying to imply?” ​ “Everything. You will accompany me to events, birthday parties, and underground meetings without objections. Abiding by my rules, adhering to what I want including but not limited to traveling the country with me, doing exactly what I say, sex—”

he recounted in the most dramatic way. “Even at that,” I started, closing the file. “I don't want to be chained and owned by you lots. I won't be controlled by all of you. You want to use me for your sexual wants but I won't take that. I'm not some damn prostitute.” I said. “You are not but I can make you one,” Salvatore said, coming closer. I moved away from him in fright. He seemed to not be as reserved as Vittorio who's trying to explain and change my mind.