Diavolo Obey Me Novels & Stories

His frame towering over her. She lowered her gaze, unable to stand those alluring eyes of his. He placed a finger beneath her chin, lifting her head and her gaze to meet with his. "Too late. You signed. You're mine little dove," Scott said, his deep voice low and menacing.

“Dani, what’s going on? Did I just hear you say that Angel and Tequila will be taking care of the club house? I thought it was going to be Cherry and I that will be doing that? How could you change your mind so fast?” “That’s what Mr. Baphomet wants, and he is the owner of this place plus he’s my boss that I need to listen too, So Angel and Tequila I need you both to come with me please so I can show you both the outfits you’ll need to change into and also I need you both to understand what your job are going to be working in the club house.”

He stroked it, his eyes burning into me. “If you want to pay the price so bad,” he smirked, “then crawl to me and suck my cock like a good girl.” He wasn’t asking. This was one of his commands I’d agreed to obey. And no one dared defy Giovanni Domenico’s commands. I could barely breathe. “I don’t like repeating myself, cara,” he said in a growl. My legs moved before I could think. I went on my knees and crawled between his legs. He hit my lips lightly with the thick tip of his length.

A small figure was crouched on a nearby building, pointing what I could swear was a sniper at Michael. A f*cking sniper! A f*cking sniper was on the building, and I didn't notice until he fired. So if it was actually meant to kill me, I wouldn't have known until I was f*cking dead. F*cking scary. "I am Diavolo for a reason. I am invincible." Lorenzo glowered at him as he picked up the gun and held it under his jaw. "Run home, stupid child, before you bleed to death. Go lick your wound like the dog that you are."

This is not the right time for this! Sucking in a deep breath to forcefully calm himself and his beast, Dylan let go of Diana reluctantly. "Why are you here? What are you doing with a supernatural beast? Why are you—” "Not with the others?" Diana cut him off, took a step back, and wandered her gaze to the place of the dungeon they landed on before she shifted her attention above her. She looked back at Dylan, eyes knowing that she had been discovered. "I wish to be interrogated later, please. In return, I will obey any of your commands. Also, do help me deal with that behemoth with my summoned supernatural beast."

“Then you will watch your kingdom burn from the inside. Every ally will turn, every soldier defect, every coin rot in your hand. Because I already own them. You are kings and queens only so long as I allow it.” For a long moment, silence reigned. Dante’s fists clenched, his fury palpable. But before he could speak, Amara leaned forward, her gaze locked on the Devil’s. “And what do you gain by offering us mercy?” she asked. His eyes gleamed. “Entertainment. Even devils like their games.” --- The Private Dance Later, when the music shifted to something slower, Il Diavolo extended his hand toward Amara. “Dance with me,” he said.

I step out of the basement into the blasting hall of my club, where the world pretends I’m nothing more than a man with too much money and not enough soul. There's been a lot going on in my City. A lot I needed to focus on. My men knew not to go against me. They call me Il Diavolo — the Devil. But in this world, fear is power, and power is law. I don’t just run a business; I run an empire. Italy bows at my feet — from the cobbled streets of Rome to the blood-soaked alleys of Naples. Half of Spain answers to me, too. Every deal, every bullet, every drop of blood spilled—mine.

he smirked. “No,” I turned towards him, “I want to know… who are you, Tom?” He laughed coldly and glared at me. I flinched but clenched my teeth to help myself pretending to stay unaffected. “Be careful what you wish for,” he gazed deep into my eyes. I had just challenged the devil…

Perhaps, a few days away from her was going to do the trick. He felt a shiver run through him as something warm encompassed his cock. He looked down to see Leila working him vigorously with her mouth. He growled dangerously and grabbed her auburn hair pulling her backwards. His cock fell out of her mouth and stood at attention. His eyes flashed as he looked down at her from his lofty position. "I fucking told you to be obedient and only do as I say." He told her and growled at her furiously. It wasn't that he wasn't pleased with the way she had done, what he feared most was that he was going to get used to her. And that was the last thing he wanted.

As I left my audience with the King of idiots my head was spinning. I had way more questions than answers and I had no idea when, or if, I’d ever get a real explanation. Clearly Mr ‘Obey Me’ didn’t think I was worth giving any answers to, and there was no way I was going to try and ask my escort as I was sure he considered it ‘not my business’. Of course, why would the direction of my life be my business? I hated werewolves.