Stefan Salvatore X Reader Novels & Stories

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

Angel It was Friday, and as Salvatore wanted, I got myself ready because we were going out. He said he'd introduce me to his friends, so I was super excited. It felt like our closeness had leveled up. "Don't wear anything short, okay? I don't want anyone else seeing your legs," Salvatore said, making me laugh. He's so possessive when it comes to my body. He's always upfront about how scared he is of losing me, especially these past few days. He keeps reminding me not to leave him no matter what.

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.

My broken ankle burned with every step and I struggled to breathe as I recognised the steel gaze and hard features of the man in front of me. Silvio Salvatore. My destruction. And he was frenetic.

"You're right. Safety might be relative in your situation. But you're not actively being hurt right now. That's a start." "Is it?" Luca looked at her directly. "Because I feel like I'm just waiting for the next bad thing to happen. I feel like this is temporary and any moment someone's going to drag me back to....." His voice cracked. "I can't do this." "Yes, you can. You already are." Downstairs, Dante's phone buzzed. Unknown number. He answered it anyway. "Dante Salvatore." The voice on the other end was heavily accented Russian. "This is Viktor Kozlov. I believe we need to have a conversation."

“Also… I’m starving.” His laugh rumbled again. “Alright. Let me shower and then I’ll make you something. I’ve got a steak in the fridge with your name on it.” As he started to pull away, I grabbed his wrist. “You smell too damn good right now, Sal. Filthy good.” He raised a brow. “Yeah?” “Yeah.” My fingers slid down his torso. “I want to taste you. All of you. Right now.” Salvatore’s breath hitched. His eyes darkened with amused surprise. “Damn, baby, no warmup?”

And then he pinched my clit and screaming I came undone. My chest was heaving. Eyes closed, I was coming down from the cliff of ecstasy. When opened my eyes, Stefano was above me raising his finger, he sucked them teasingly. This time I surprised him by crashing my lips on his, "My turn to Savour." I can feel him smiling against my lips. ***************************** Hey guys, I hope you loved this steamy chapter. Leave your views. And don't forget to VOTE COMMENT AND SHARE. PLZZZZZZZZZZ.

No matter how much she thought about it, she couldn’t figure out why she felt this way. The door creaked open, and Salvatore walked in. His movements were quiet, controlled. He was dressed neatly, wearing a black shirt that was buttoned all the way up. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows, revealing strong forearms. His dark eyes studied her closely, like he was trying to read her mind, to figure out exactly what she was thinking. "You're awake," he said, stepping closer. His voice was calm, smooth, but there was something else beneath it, something she couldn’t quite place. "How are you feeling?"