Stefan Salvatore X Reader Novels & Stories

I rolled my eyes at my annoying brain that was replaying the blue orbs of Sullivan which I'd seen earlier this afternoon. He is fucking cute. Hot and what more... I fuckin want him but he considers me an enemy which I should. And how would he lay with me if we're both enemies? Of course, I would be free from bearing the mafia boss's submissive but that would probably be a regret in my lifetime as I haven't had enough of Don Sullivan Stone. Me and Rosa walked towards Doctor Janet's office door while I chased my thoughts away focusing on Rosa again. "Why would it be the best thing? Working as a Mafia assistant." I asked my last four words were sarcastic.

“But before I do anything… I want something in return.” His eyes narrowed. “This isn’t the time.” “Oh, it’s the perfect time,” she replied. “French kiss me. Properly. Then I will think of giving her my blood. Salvatore looked at her for a long moment. Without saying a word. Then he stepped closer. My breath seized. He was going to Sofia without even turning back to look at me. I closed my eyes and looked away from them.

Looking up at him, she took in the unnerving gaze Salvatore held her with as she gave him a weak smile, gently patting his chest before walking away, her heart not hammering this time around, instead, it was beating rather contently. Salvatore stood there in silence for a moment, placing a hand against his neck before his fingers gently swiped over his cheek. A look of realization brightening his eyes as he pulled on a long-sleeved shirt and a pair of dark sweatpants. Stepping into the room, he noticed Nicole be sitting on the bed, reviewing a file as if though what just happened never occurred. "I'm going to give this to Stephan," Salvatore held up a book as Nicole glanced up, nodding with

Straightening up and raking her hair back, she stepped out of this bathroom, but her visitor was already in her space, looking out of place in all of the darkness until his eyes met hers Salvatore waved the book he held at her, then continued flipping the pages. "I don't need a seer to tell me Lily gave you this." "What gave it away?" She watched him slap it shut and push it back onto a shelf. "The horny or silliness?" "The covers don't do a good job of concealing what to expect within their pages," he chuckled. "And the dedications... It makes you wonder if everyone goes around sleeping with everyone." She caught what he did—using her own words. Ignoring and flooring his expectations, she w

Luciano Salvatore. He stood there, utterly calm, his eyes glinting with amusement as he blocked my escape. “Running off without saying hello to your ex-boyfriend? And your savior?” His smile was sharp, almost cruel, his fangs catching the faint light glinting with crimson and I shut my eyes while shaking my head as I tried not to determine the fate of the vampire he had stormed off with. But it was obvious, Salvatore had killed him. My breath hitched. “Thank you,” I muttered, my voice barely audible. He wasn’t going to kill me—that much I was sure of. But his presence alone sent a chill down my spine.

“No. I don’t pay them to ogle you.” That makes me set my fork down and stare at him. “What? What does that even mean?” Salvatore is completely unbothered by how bothered I am. “It means I do pay them to show you respect as the mother of my child.” “And so… they’re not allowed to look at me?” “Not like that.” He tucks into his bruschetta like this is a totally normal conversation. “Not at what’s mine.” “Excuse me?” Salvatore just continues eating. And looking at me. Which, apparently, he’s allowed to do because he’s the one who fucked a baby into me.

“You lose.” His whole body jerked against the restraints. Behind me, Salvatore finally noticed the hammer in my hand. His brow lifted, that mix of surprise and what are you doing? written all over his face. I waved the hammer lightly in front of him, teasing. “Don’t look at me like that,” I said. “I can’t let you have all the fun.” Matteo barked out a laugh, sharp and unexpected. “Damn, Sara.” Salvatore didn’t laugh. He didn’t smile. He just stared at me like he wasn’t sure whether to kiss me or drag me out of the room. “I don’t want you to see this side of me,” he said quietly.

Their breaths came hot, ragged, chaotic. Xavier tried to control himself. He knew it was wrong. His hands trembled faintly. But then. Raphael leaned down, mouth brushing Xavier’s throat... and then bit his Adam’s apple, sharp and possessive, like a beast claiming prey. Xavier growled, flipping them in a single motion. He hovered over Raphael now, tearing open the front of the silken outfit. His exposing flushed skin, hardened nipples, red cheeks, and a sinful mouth. His mouth latched onto Raphael’s throat, sucking brutal hickeys as his hands pried Raphael’s legs apart.

Stefan The past seven days have been soaked in blood and silence, days I have spent buried beneath the Rossi estate, in the cold basement where screams echo like hymns. I have been torturing these pathetic cowards who thought they could sabotage my marriage and walk away untouched. Seven fucking days, and not a single useful lead. I stood over the trembling mess of a man chained to the rusted chair, his sweat mixing with blood, staining the concrete floor. “Matteo,” I said coldly, “cut his dick off. Make him chew it.”

Me: This is wrong. Unknown: Does it feel wrong when I tell you how beautiful you are? How I would kiss every inch of that soft stomach you try to hide? How I would worship between your thighs until you couldn't remember your own name? I lay back on the bed, breathing faster. My free hand moved down my body almost involuntarily, slipping under the waistband of my shorts. I was already soaked. My fingers found my swollen clit and began slow circles as I read his next message. Unknown: That's it. Touch yourself for me, Isabella. Imagine my hands instead of yours. My mouth. My tongue tasting how sweet you are.