Novel & Cerita Diavolo Obey Me

my body has become hell bent on betraying me. "I love it when you fight me lionessa.l like when you bare your teeth.am going to enjoy teaching you a lesson.".he mutters darkly.making me go completely cold and still.my heart pummeling to my feet, razing with desire and fear. Fuck that was hot. What the fuck is wrong with me.

“You know I can’t be soft, right? I’m not a prince. I fuck like an animal. No mercy.” “That’s exactly what I want. I don’t want gentle. I want you. The way you are.” “You really are a crazy bitch, Diana. A virgin, but dirty.” “Is that bad?” “No. It’s the opposite.” “Then stop talking and show me. Show me how you make love.” “There’s no going back after this. I’ll mark you forever.” A shiver ran down my spine at his words. My eyes burned as I nodded slowly, my breathing growing heavier.

Leah I obeyed instantly, bunching the fabric up around my waist. His hand slid between my thighs. "Fuck, you're dripping wet," he muttered, rubbing my clit through the thin fabric before yanking it aside. Two fingers pushed into me without warning, then a third, stretching me open and making me cry out, head falling back as I reached down for his wrist. "Hold your skirt up, doll," he ordered, voice low and dangerous. "or I will punish you."

I crawl exhausted to the pillow, but he picks me up and stands me up. -No, no, love. We're not done. Get down on your knees. Why does it excite me so much when he gives me orders? I get down, and my demon holds his penis between his fingers, slowly passing it over my lips. I open my mouth and let him penetrate me. Damn! I think he reached my throat. I suck him and move my head back and forth. -Angel, you're driving me crazy, he shouts animalistically.

I did not respond immediately. “You are starting to react to him,” Soren continued. “That was not part of your original plan.” “I am not reacting,” I said. “You are,” he said. “You just do not want to admit it.” I looked away for a moment, then back at him. “I am observing and adjusting,” I said. “That is not what it looks like,” he replied. “What does it look like?” I asked. “It looks like you are losing control of something you thought you had figured out,” he said.

He stared at me with all possible audacity, and pure hatred lit up in his eyes. "What makes you think you have enough power to force me to do such a thing?” "I have no power," I whispered sweetly. "I am the power.” "Fuck you"he grumbled, looking at each one of us. Finally, he moved away a few steps, his magic revealing itself totally now. The fury began to squirm his features. "Do whatever you want. But I won't be one of your loyal dogs.” "Sunnelt down," I ordered immediately, and he stood still, as if resisting the command. "Your queen told you to kneel.”

I opened the recording app on my phone. “What’s the first clause?” I asked. “I don’t know. It’s what you want so you get to decide,” he said, his faces expressionless. I know I hurt him but he will eventually thank me for it. “We get divorced as soon as we get the chance to,” I said. “I agree,” he said and I ended the recording. The priest opened a thin leather-bound book. “Bianca Marcello, do you take Roberto Grimani as your husband—bound by oath, blood, and name—for as long as you draw breath, no matter the war that hunts you?”

I wanted to come so badly. He squeezed my throat that he was still holding hostage and pulled me back. Looking into my eyes with his dark ones, he said, “Not so fast, diavola." His grip tightening on my waist. "Remember we are playing by my rules.” “And what are they?” I breathed, my control shredded and my body hungry for him, not for food. “That you’re to obey me and give me what I want, not the other way around.” I felt the desire cooling as I bit out, “If you think you could play these dirty games with me and leave me like this then I will—”

I look at him, he is good at playing soccer but I am the one who is afraid that he might not pass to become a Doctor. "Videlle," I called her name so she immediately turned to me "Aren't you afraid of not passing?" I will ask. He sneezed and raised the corner of his lips. "Why? I have a strong hold on Lord," he answered and flexed his arm. I laughed a little and immediately tormented him, he was arrogant again. "Dumb, that's not Lord. Alright, just flex it! Flex it!" I pissed him off. He grinned and took the towel, placed it on his head and wiped it while looking at me. I scolded him and tortured him before walking away.

Damn. I fought the urge to roll my eyes. The intelligence reports had described Daemon as reckless, impulsive, and hopelessly flirtatious and apparently they had not exaggerated. "You're the Crimson Mistress?" His tone carried obvious interest. I tilted my head slightly. "So I've been told." Daemon laughed. "I like her already." Draven smirked. "You like everyone." "Not true." Daemon said shaking his head. "It is absolutely true." Diavolo said shortly as he poured himself another drink. "I give it ten minutes before Daemon asks for her number."