Stefan Salvatore X Reader Novels & Stories

“Do you like how I fucking know you, Lucia? Do you know that you are mine? Tell me you are mine?” Her answer came in a shriek of pure, desperate affirmation: “YES! YES! I'm YOURS! OH GOD, YES!” Her head flailed, strands of black hair splaying out like a tangled, dark halo. Her moans rose and fell. I thrust deeper; I gripped her breast hard. “Do I fuck you better than Giovanni?” I asked, but she kept moaning. My hand flew to her neck as I gripped tight. “Fucking answer me slut. Am I fucking you better than that bastard Giovanni?” I growled

She swung her head back and forth between Leesa and Rave like it was on a swivel. “You’re kidding, right?” she asked Leesa. She turned to Rave. “She is kidding, right?” “My people are vampire hunters,” Rave said. “We use our fire to slay them.” Cali sat silently for a long moment and then broke out into a wide grin. “Leesa, you definitely are the coolest friend ever. First Stefan, and now this. Wow!” “Stefan?” Rave asked, looking at Leesa. His eyes narrowed. “What’s this about Stefan?” Leesa sensed Rave’s barely restrained anger. She took his hand. “Stefan saved us today. At least, he saved Cali.”

Just started down on the floor. "Mateo, Dante here has a reputation. Everyone knows he is a sadist and I'm sure he would love to torture you to hell. Is that what you want for yourself, Mateo? If you think death will come soon then you are dreaming. " I almost chuckled at the end. I can see his eyes watering, he is afraid right where I want him. "The choice is yours," I warned him one final time. "I gave it to Ste- Stephano Salvatore," he said with a crumbling voice.

I want a life. Xavier rose, walking toward me with maddening calm. “I’m not scared of you,” I said, though the tremor in my voice betrayed me. “You should be,” he murmured. “I’m a very dangerous man.” He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from my face like it was nothing. Like I was his. And I just froze at the spot. “And you’ve become entangled in my world.” My body stiffened. Rage, fear, and something else I didn’t want to name twisted inside me.

“I’m not scared of death.” “Aren’t you?” I smiled at her coyly. The same kind that made her mad. “Everyone is scared to die, Sofia.” “You’re a bully. You just enjoy toying with me.” “Didn’t you know? It’s my hobby.” I teased her. “Now, are you going to tell me the truth about your background or do I have to force it out of you?” I applied more of my weight into her body, my cock turned harder, balls tight. “I have a lot of ideas for you. They don’t call me a Savage Alpha for nothing.”

With shaky hand, I clicked on the comment section. My eyes scanned the words and my stomach churned immediately. "How much does she charge for a round?" "Never knew the good girl was actually a goody two shoe," "Didn't expect Sarian to not only be good in academics abut also in bed," "She's a professional. Just how many rods had been buried inside of her?" "It still looks tight though" "Send a private message to buy the sex book by Sarian" My heart shattered into a billion pieces. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed my lungs out. How could they?

~*~ Warning the following chapter contains a sexually explicit scene. ~*~ (Quinn's POV) Salvatore stares at me intensely. His gaze burns into my soul, igniting a spark that quickly turns into an inferno of passion deep inside me. “Quinn,” he whispers, his voice rough with need. “I want you.” He points at the spot in front of his feet, and I move towards him. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer as his lips crash into mine in a frenzy. I’m completely consumed by him, as I surrender to my desire.

Leaving Galen and Sophia in the living room, under the pretense of making more coffee, Rachel and Stefano found themselves seated opposite each other in the kitchen. From his initial brooding demeanor, he seemed more relaxed now, and Rachel found herself warming towards him. He seemed nice enough and she could tell how protective he was of Sophia. Could they be more than friends? Stefano smirked mischievously. “I will tell you the same thing I told Galen when I met him earlier today. I have the gift of reading minds. Please shield your thoughts from me. And no, Sophia and I are not lovers.”

she asked quietly. Salvatore’s smirk returned—cruel, like a cat that had finally cornered its prey. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. “Then we take your brother apart… piece by piece while we make you watch the horror.” Her breath hitched and her mind went blank, her hands clutched her knees to stop them from shaking. Salvatore took another drag from his cigar, the smoke drifting between them like a wall. “Don’t make that face, sweetheart. It’s not personal. Just... business.”

Stefano “You are not listening to me,” Salvatore called again for the third time that evening. I wasn't listening, how could I? “Yes, you said to check whether there's any connection between Daniels and Massimo.” “Yes, and the women, it's been a long time since I heard from them,” he added. “I heard some rumours on the street. Apparently, Chiara is pregnant.” Sal said, “Oh, please, I've had enough drama today, don't add to it. Chiara is pregnant, at that age and with whom?” I countered.