Diavolo X Reader Novels & Stories

My heart raced against my ribcage with each step I took, and seeing my friend’s blood on my hand, I couldn’t help but feel my chest ache. Entering the bathroom, I stared at my reflection for a second as I turned the faucet on to wash the blood off my hands. My eyes held anger, hatred, and darkness like never before, and I knew that all these emotions were directed at ONE person, and one person alone. I, Alpha Dante D’Angelo, will not rest or stop until you are dead, Giovanni D’Angelo. It is time for you to sleep with one eye open, because I am coming for you…

Those words sends me to deepest place in hell and bring me straight to a suite in heaven. With her body still perfectly pressed to mine, I skim her swollen lips with my fingers and slowly draw her lower lip down before I release it, watching the pink nub bobble back to its original position. Her hot breath is heavy on my face and so is mine. I stare intensely at her and she accepts my scrutinizing with a leveled gaze filled with heat. "Do you know the weight of your words Davinia?"

Despite all the fear, there was also determination in your eyes "Are you willing to die for it?" His gaze was telling everything. YES. "Do you know who I am?" He claims it slowly. "I am the Devil" I approach and hold his face in my hand, his tears beginning to fall with the pain he was inflicting on his jaw "And respect his loyalty, one day I will find you in hell." I run the scalpel down her throat and the blood starts to flow as I watch the light go out from her eyes. Another life coming to an end. I look at my bloodstained hands and realize that this is the only thing I can offer Yesenia.

Xavier growled, striding toward him and delivering a hard punch to Dante’s chest. Dante doubled over, clutching his ribs. "Shit, man! That fucking hurt!" he wheezed, glaring at Xavier. Xavier rolled up his sleeves, his expression dark. "The next time you do that, I’ll cut off your balls. Hell, I might even castrate you for good measure. And you know damn well I can." Dante straightened up, rubbing his chest. "Noted. No barging in." Xavier snorted, grabbing two glasses and pouring whiskey into both. He handed one to Dante, and they clinked glasses before downing the amber liquid. The burn seared their throats, eliciting a mutual hiss of satisfaction.

My hands shake as I scrape eggs and bacon off the marble, bile rising in my throat. Behind me, I hear his quiet chuckle. And I know this is only the beginning. Because Dante Moretti doesn’t just want to own me. He wants to break me piece by piece until I can’t tell where his cruelty ends and my desire begins. And I hate myself most for one thing. A small, twisted part of me wants to see how far he’ll go.

The truth was crashing down too fast. I thought running would put distance between us.That Matteo wouldn’t follow me if I left. But of course he would. I had forgotten who he was. Matteo wasn’t some reckless man chasing after a girl. He was Capo of the Diavoli. He always got what he wanted. And I had run into the arms of his enemies. If Matteo could get me out of this alive, I swear that I would marry him. The injured man groaned through clenched teeth, blood dripping from his fingers. “What the fuck is the boss’s son doing here? Has he lost his mind?”

“Although I’d chalk it up to you to be so over your own head that you can’t even read between the lines.” Her eyes widened, and seconds of dry silence trickled by. She let out a laugh. Then another. Her head was thrown back as chuckle after chuckle left her lips. When she finally turned her eyes back to me, something had shifted. “What game are you playing at Dante?” “Did you tire of asking dumb questions and decide to switch to the category: dumber?” “A Vitale,” she drawled. “Surely you know better than to dine with the enemy. What’s your aim in all this?”

he whispered, voice low, dark, teasing. Her fingers slid over his chest, tracing the ridges of muscle as she closed the last inch between them, lips brushing his. “If I can’t kill the devil…” she murmured, voice trembling with fire, “then when I take my revenge… you’ll wish for anything but death.” Her eyes locked on his in a promise. “I will make you taste tears of blood, dear devil.”

“The more I have you, the more I need you. I am becoming obsessed.” Adrian turned his head and kissed him softly. “Then be obsessed. I am not going anywhere.” Outside, the hunt continued. Damien Ricci and Vittorio were closing in. But inside, the devil was slowly being tamed by the only person who had ever dared to love him back.

He seemed to reciprocate my eagerness to give in to him and him to violate me. I didn’t wait much longer because as soon as my pants were off, Xavier threw my legs over his shoulder, swooping on my aching core with his warm tongue. He bestowed a long flat lick on my slit, turning me into a withering mess as he tapped the hood of my sex, quickly finding my swollen nub.