Stefan Salvatore X Reader Novels & Stories

“I'm….” “Answer me.” He spanked me again and this time I broke down in tears. He removed his fingers from my pussy and kissed my forehead. “Don't cry, Amoretto.” I thought he was done with me until he went down slowly and began to eat me like a starving man, growling against my pussy, sucking hard until my legs were shaking violently. I came hard, gushing on his tongue, moaning brokenly. Salvatore stood up, spun me around, and bent me over against the wall. He freed his massive cock and slammed into me in one brutal thrust.

I swore to myself not to use my body as leverage to raise funds, and here I am, at Salvatore's bed—the complete opposite of what I've sworn not to become. ​ Salvatore grabbed my two valleys. He played with my nipples like an amateur. ​ “I can feel aaahhh your tongue on my pussy.” ​ Salvatore's skilled tongue began to tease my clit using the tip. He will play it once, then suck later. It became his routine three times in a row until I couldn't hold my libido anymore, and my juices spilled straight into his mouth. ​ Now that his claws are on my neck, a couple of hums come out from my lips the moment the tip of his bulge tries to seek my entrance.

I explain to him, and he looks at the document, then lifts his head to look at me. “Why are you giving me this?” he asks, a question in his eyes. “You have your brother. Why are you—” “Salvatore found his mate. Between her and Camille, who do you think will be the one he chooses when the time comes?” I ask him. “I could be lying to you. You didn’t think of that?” he asks me, and I shake my head, “I didn’t think. I know it.” I don’t bother to explain that thanks to Camille, I can easily tell things apart. That my bond with her makes it clear for me to see through people.

“You seem far more interested in Caravaggio’s chiaroscuro than in a mind-numbing conversation about hedge fund portfolios.” The voice materialized directly behind her. Deep. Smooth. Italian accent threading through flawless English like a slow pour of whiskey. Damn it. She didn’t rush to turn. She counted to three. Took a measured sip of champagne. Then turned—controlled, unhurried—and found Dante Salvatore standing directly in front of her. At this proximity, he was far more dangerous. And what was most threatening wasn’t his power—it was the way he looked at her. He was seeing Elena. Not scanning her body the way every other man had. Seeing her.

Instead of letting the tears fall, I forced my lips into a trembling smile even as bile burned the back of my throat. “Thank you,” I whispered, barely audible. “It’s… thoughtful.” Don Salvatore chuckled, clearly satisfied. He reached over and gently tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. Just like last night. I sat perfectly still, playing the perfect wife when my eyes met Stefano's again. At that moment, a thought suddenly dawned on me. He was the one who took those photos.

“Her car needed fixing. He’s a mechanic. It was straight out of a boring rom-com. Gruff bad boy meets sweet, rich girl. It was ridiculous.” I twist my fingers together until my knuckles pale and bite the inside of my lip. “Tell me something, Salvatore. What was it like with your fated mate?” “Whoa.” He lifts his hands. “You really want to go that deep?” “Stop.” I laugh and shove him lightly. “Not like that. I mean the pull. What does it feel like?” “Insane,” he says simply. He plants both hands on the counter and stares off for a second. When he looks back at me and sees whatever expression I’m wearing, probably desperate, probably pathetic, his voice softens.

Enzo turned to face me, a strange smile curling on his lips, sending an unexpected chill down my spine. I stuttered. “Y…yes.” “That’s right.” She nodded, pulling out a document and clicking her pen. “I’ll be asking you a few questions, Mrs. Salvatore, and I’ll need honest answers.” I had no idea what she was about to ask, and I wasn’t sure how sincere I was willing to be, but I nodded anyway. “Good.” She murmured, scanning the paper in front of her. “First, have you ever had any medical condition?”

“Rina came back for a wedding, and I saw the way Rafaele looked at her, he knew. He wasn’t sure yet, but he was getting closer to the truth. I tried to seduce him. I tried everything. But it didn’t work. Then he found out the truth. He kicked me out, told everyone the truth. My parents took us far away to hide the shame.” Stefan leaned back against the wall, his face unreadable. “I couldn’t stand it. I thought maybe I could still have him. So I pretended to make peace with Rina and drugged her. I asked some rogue wolves to help me take her away. I was going to kill her. But Rafaele followed me and saved her. In the struggle, she stabbed me. I was bleeding badly, and I thought I was dying. So

Biting her lip, the sudden image of him shirtless appeared in Serafina's mind as she closed her eyes, trying to get rid of the image. Serafina knew that the two were a lot closer than a bodyguard and his client should be. She had flirted with him, teased him, even took him lingerie shopping and showed it off to him, but then he hadn't been very professional either. If Serafina flirted, teased, and dressed up, he would flirt, whisper things in her ear, and smirk at her. He once even deliberately walked around in nothing but his boxers just to give her a show and tease her the way she teased him. Obviously, neither Salvatore nor Paolo knew of this, but Serafina has a feeling that Paolo found o

She was looking at him with a blank expression, and her mouth hung slightly open in shock. “Then there’s my dilemma,” Salvatore continued. “I’ve been painted a pitiful fool in the press lately, and it’s not something that I care too much about, but it’s not pleasant. If we were to marry, I have no doubt you and I would be happy together.” He could see that clearly. Alexa wasn’t vindictive or spiteful like some of the other women he’d dated. He knew that she was different… in a good way.