Romans & histoires Tvd Damon Salvatore

He smiles, “I don’t want to scare you off, Alice. I just wanted to convince you that I was there, I was the one that saved you and not the other way around. I would never hurt—“ I cut him off, “—it’s okay. I understand and I’m not scared. I just want to know more,” “Of course. You can ask me anything and I’ll be truthful,” “How old are you, Damon?” Damon is no way more than his early 30s. The way he carries himself, the way he dresses and the way he speaks, it wouldn’t cause any suspicion. However, there is just something in his gaze. As if he has been through years or even centuries as the world folds into a different era. He moves slower, he takes his time in the words he speaks. I am conf

His voice made her nipples tighten under her blouse. “Elena,” he snapped suddenly through the intercom. “In here. Now.” She jumped up, smoothing her tight pencil skirt, and walked in. Damon sat behind his massive desk in a perfectly tailored black suit, looking every inch the ruthless billionaire. His eyes flicked over her body like he owned it. Which, after last night, he kind of did. “Yes, Mr. Voss?” she asked, trying to sound professional. Her voice came out breathy. He leaned back, staring. “You’re walking funny today. Sore, are we?”

” “I don't just want to keep you away from Luciano, I want so much from you, which includes keeping you to myself and I'd be glad if you work along. Luciano is a monster, and we need to bring him down.” “You're the monster here, not him.” I shot back, writhing in his grip. Damon laughed softly, his lips just inches from my ear. “That's where you're wrong, sweetheart. Luciano is my brother and I know him better than anyone else. Luciano is a monster.” I stilled “Dammit!” Damon cursed and released my wrist abruptly, stepping back. He turned to Logan. “Keep an eye on her. Make sure she stays comfortable, for now.”

His maddening desire to protect those he loves… Fixing spies on you, bugging your phone, bugging your home, keeping tabs on all your movements… It stems from all the hurt Dimitri and his father caused him. Salvatore isn’t an arrogant man who has it all together. He is a broken, shaken man who refuses to show it. A fighting so hard not to drown in the tides of his past… The tides of his trauma.

Damon pauses for a bit and what seems to be a smile appears on his face. Raven didn’t know how to reply to what Damon had asked her so she kept quiet. “I have a proposal for you,” Damon adds “I don’t do married man,” Raven quickly says Damon looks at Raven with a smirk on his face. “I’m not married,” he says. Raven didn’t know she was holding her breath when she heaved a heavy sigh. A part of her was relieved that the good-looking man beside her was not married but that did not mean he was single.

he stated, his hands resting on the map table, ready to snap the neck of anyone who wasted his time. I walked closer, stopping just outside his immediate personal space, a boundary I knew better than to cross. “Damon Salvatore took her to force her signature on the Ventura Group collateral. She gave it to him,” I began, knowing he knew this, but needing to establish the reality. “He believes he has won the financial war. He believes he has broken her will by forcing her to choose her sons’ safety over the family’s economic stability. My sons see only the asset loss.”

“Leo.” The voice that crackled back was young and jittery, but sharp. “Yes, Pakhan.” “I have a name for you,” Damian said, his voice flat, devoid of any emotion. “Jack Reilly. Former colleague of the Doctor’s. I want every address, every call, every speeding ticket for the last five years.” He paused, his eyes finding Ava’s across the room. “I want to know the name of the woman he last fucked. I want it all on my screen before the champagne is poured tomorrow night.”

When he saw me, his eyes suddenly brightened as he walked quickly toward me. "Veronica! I knew you weren't dead!" I stepped back and frowned at the security personnel blocking his path. "What is this man doing here?" The security officer showed me the documents. He had surrendered as a mafia Don just to be brought to Federal Intelligence headquarters for trial. He really was insane. Uncle Dante strode over from the other end of the corridor. His expression was dark. "Mr. Costa, you're not welcome here." Leon's gaze was locked on me, and his voice was hoarse. "Veronica, I need to talk to you."

He and my dad are of the same size. Also, I don't have many clothes for him to wear so he needs to go shopping. "Come on, let's go," I say making my way towards the door with him following me. He closes the door while I open the garage. I take out the 1969 Chevy Camaro Convertible. Damon Salvatore also has the same car. That is why I'm in love with this car. I drive it through towards the driveway where Christian is standing. "Holy Fuck, this is your car?" He asks. "This is an original classic."

For us. "You listen to me, you son of a bitch," Damian snarled, his voice laced with fury. "I will find you. And I will make you pay. I will tear you apart piece by piece." "I'd like to see you try," Adrian said, unfazed. "But first, you're going to do something for me. You're going to sign over Salvatore Corp to me. All of it. And in exchange, I might... and I mean might... let her live. The baby on the other hand… let’s hope we are in a good mood when it's all over. If you try to contact the police. Or if you try to be a hero. She dies. Slowly. And you will listen to it all. Do we have a deal?"