Diavolo Obey Me Novels & Stories

He stepped back, running a hand through his hair like he was trying to stop himself from doing something he’d regret. “You’re making me weak,” he muttered, more to himself than to me. His chest heaved, breath ragged, as if just looking at me made it harder to breathe. And then his gaze snapped back to mine. “No more games, Isla.” His voice was ice now. Deadly calm. “You want to pay that debt? You want your freedom?” I nodded, terrified, desperate. “Then you’ll do it on my terms.” And with that, he turned on his heel, grabbed his glass, and downed what was left of the whiskey like it was water.

he murmured, his gaze dropping to her lips, “we play our own game.” He pulled her closer, his other hand sliding around her waist, pressing her flush against his hard body. The trophy, still clutched in her hand, clattered to the floor, forgotten. The scent of her perfume, ‘Rebecca,’ mingled with his cologne, a volatile, intoxicating blend. His lips descended, claiming hers in a fierce, possessive kiss that was both punishment and promise. It was a kiss of anger, of betrayal, of raw, undeniable desire. Her mind screamed in protest, but her body, traitorous and alive, responded with a primal ache. The devil who was never meant to love had just shown her his true colors, and in that moment, sh

My eyes fell shut, I don't know whether from the pleasure or from his invasive size. Look at me," he said. I opened my eyes and his dark burning eyes were fixed on me. God… that fire… Keep your eyes on me,” he said softly, still moving in and out of me. “And you're going to cum when I tell you to cum. Not before. Understand? I nodded my head, still trying to keep my eyes open.. Say it. Yes. Yes, sir. Yes, please. Yes, anything. He began to move slowly at first, deep strokes that hit every nerve and every sensitive place I didn't even know I had. I moaned, my head falling back, my eyes closing—

No matter how they bullied me or abused me, I never resisted again. When the electroshock baton was finally pulled away, smoke rose from my throat as I collapsed limply onto the bed. Tyler stared at me in disbelief before demanding, "Don't stop! I don't believe he's actually learned to be this obedient!" The men, who were actually thugs, exchanged a look before handing me a bottle of sulfuric acid to drink. Everyone was convinced I would finally tear off my "facade of obedience" and start raging about the injustice like I used to. However, I simply flashed an eerie smile and parted my lips.

How tall is this devil? “Galileo, put her in a room on you guys’ floor,” the devil instructed. “Si, boss.”(Yes). He took a step towards the elevators before he paused and partially turned. “We still leave at dawn,” he informed. “Should I book Flora’s ride for the same time?” Galileo inquired. “Does she bribe you or something?” From where I stood, I saw his eyes flash with anger. “Sorry, boss. I just assumed…since you’ve not been seeing others aside her lately…”

Serena obeyed at once. “I was wrong,” she said. Her voice was hoarse and mechanical. “I was disordered. I was selfish. I will be obedient. I will not resist.” “Again.” “I was wrong. I will be obedient.” The next clip showed her standing in a corridor with a tray balanced across both forearms, body swaying from exhaustion while an instructor corrected the angle of her shoulders with two fingers. Another showed her repeating courtesy phrases until the words blurred. Another showed her kneeling on chapel stone while a recording played nearby, forcing her to hear Lucien’s own name between commands to confess and begin again.

“Don’t listen to anyone but me, pretty. Who’s your Dom?” “You,” I breathed. “Who’s your master?” “You.” “Good.” His tone was soft, dangerous. “Only me. Only I get to touch you like this, Only I get to put a collar on your neck. Only I get to put you on a leash. Be a good boy and don't listen to anyone else but me.” He paused and stared at me possessively before giving my neck a few soft bites. “If it's night time and I'm not back, don't let it bother you, I'll always come back, late or not. Do you understand?”

“Many call me the devil in a human’s flesh, others call me Voldemort. However, I'm just a simple man, and if you follow my instructions, you will be in my good books. Otherwise, you wouldn’t wanna live to see what comes next. From today, you answer to me, you belong to me, you report to me, and take instructions from me, until you get new masters.” I got lost there, because what did he mean by new masters? My mind was still processing what he said when he continued. “I El Diablo, am your god from now. Is that clear?” He demanded. “YES!” We responded in unison, tears running down my cheeks as the word came out of my mouth.

he said, “take your place by the door. Stay inside. I want you to watch.” Adrian moved without comment, positioning himself near the door, arms relaxed but ready. Vale turned back to Lucian. His tone shifted, calm and commanding. “On your knees, Lucian.” Lucian’s jaw tightened. “Make me.” I felt my lips curve before I could stop myself. Of course he was a brat. Vale raised an eyebrow. “Care to repeat that?” Lucian lifted his chin. “I may be a sub, and I may have signed my life away to you, but I’m not taking orders quietly.”

“I don’t know! The call…it came from the Mianka. That’s all I know.” My grip tightened. “You’re lying!” There was no way in hell that Diavolo would have ordered a hit on me. Diavolo was the leader of the Mianka. “I’m not. I swear I'm not. The order was to observe. Not kill. I swear.” I released him and stepped back, chest rising and falling with uneven rage. The Mianka. I knew the name. Everyone in my world did. But Diavolo and I had an understanding. A peace, however temporary, that shouldn’t have been breached.