Diavolo Obey Me Novels & Stories

“Pe–” “How does ten thousand dollars sound?” “Before dawn it is.” He ended the call, and exhaled very loudly. “I'm going to take everything from you, Diavolo. Your money, your power, your friends, followers, family. I'll take your girl, and then finally, I'll take your life. It is not just mere words. It is a promise.” Right after the declaration, he scrolled through his phone for a picture of Passion. His eyes watered when he saw the innocent smile on her face, whilst her hand cradled her protruding stomach.

“I told you—I don’t take what isn’t freely given.” Panic surged through me like wildfire. No. Not yet. Not when my core throbbed with need I couldn’t name. I grabbed his collar with both hands, yanked him back down hard. Our noses brushed, breaths mingling in hot, frantic bursts. “Running away?” I taunted, my voice shaky but defiant. “Are you scared you can’t handle me, Diavolo?” Fire ignited in his eyes, a storm unleashing. “Are you daring me, baby girl?”

The fact that he admitted that he is capable of killing is scary and I need to choose my words wisely. My anger turned to confusion though. "What are you talking about? How am I yours?" Diablo's expression didn't change, but I feel like his voice took on a hint of menace. "From the first day I saw you, I knew that you belonged to me and I will do everything possible to make you mine." He stated categorically. "I know you are scared and all but I didn't bring you here to hurt you. I brought you here to make you comfortable, to get to know me and eventually fall in love with me... I will give you anything you request for, just to make you happy and comfortable." He stated but the only thing I

She knew the message it sent. Obedience. Ownership. She burned with the urge to shred it in half—but instead, she dressed. Not because he commanded it, but because she would play the game. Let him think she was bending. Until she could strike. When she stepped into the grand dining hall, her breath caught. Dante sat at the head of a long obsidian table, dressed in black as always, reading something on his phone. Behind him were tall windows, where a view of the city unfolded like a kingdom under his control. He didn’t look up when she entered, but he smiled.

All I saw was fear and a nod that only means this was the only option. I was devastated, shattered in spirit and right this moment, I just wanted to faint for a long period of time and when I woke up, all this would be a nightmare; one that I will try to forget. I was so immersed in my emotions I didn't realize the devil was behind me. I turned abruptly as he slowly leaned towards me. “If you agree to be my pet for a year, then you and your father will be free" The devil whispers coldly, with his eyes full of desire.

His fingers plunged into her slick heat, and she cried out, the sound echoing in the steel cage of the elevator. Every stroke, every curl of his fingers was rough, merciless, designed to remind her that she wasn’t just his weapon, wasn’t just his trophy. She was his possession, his addiction, his perfect little weakness. And when she shattered against his hand, gasping his name, his lips dragged across her ear as he whispered the promise that made her shiver to her core: “Obey me, Sienna… and I’ll give you the world.”

I turned around immediately and froze instantly. It was Devon, naked. He was standing right there. Staring at me. Is he blind? What the fuck? “What the hell!” I screamed. “GET OUT! Get out!” He did not move. He stood there like he was glued to the floor. His eyes looked like he had been hypnotized by my body. “Devon!” I yelled again, covering myself with my hands. “Are you deaf? Get out!” He blinked, finally snapping out of it. “I… I was calling you.”

I suddenly wasn’t sure if I was doing a good job or just putting myself in a difficult position. For a moment, we just stared at each other. His eyes were dark, warning me, daring me, practically promising trouble if I opened my mouth again. Then he leaned even closer. “Get back inside the helicopter,” he ordered, voice low and clipped, like he was holding himself together by a thread. He pressed forward, forcing me to step back unless I wanted our chests touching. He wanted me to turn around and obey like some obedient little pet. But no, I wasn’t going to cower, not after everything he’d said and not when he just called me no one in front of some perfect, gorgeous stranger.

"I fucking hate you" He didn't even seem fazed by my little outburst. Just stared at me like I was boring. "I haven't even started Matilda, you can't break already, that would be fucking boring" I was starting to realize why they called him the devil. His eyes spoke of torture and for the first time, I was truly scared of what he might do to me. A notification cut through the silence. His phone. He glanced at it once. Then his expression shifted slightly. Not emotionally, Just focused now.

After I finished, he said: “I want to hear you bark instead of thanking me.” My face burned with shame, but I did as he said. “Woof.” “What an obedient pet I have,” he said mockingly. “This is entertaining.” “Thank you, Master,” I mumbled, feeling completely broken. “This is just a small punishment,” he declared, standing and yanking me to my feet with force. “Next time you disobey me, I’ll make you suffer so much you’ll beg for death.” He grabbed my face roughly and looked into my eyes. “Remember who owns you,” he said quietly. “Every breath you take is because I allow it, doll.”