Obey Me Character Romane & Geschichten

I said, tears forming in my eyes. “Too bad,” he said. Something finally hit me. I could shoot him instead when he handed over the gun. “If you don’t kill her, I’ll kill you,” he said. “I can’t be with a disrespectful wife. And I’d rather see you dead than with another person.” I nodded. “Fine. I’ll obey you. Don’t shoot, please.” “Good. Pick up the shovel and bang her on the head with it,” he kicked the shovel closer.

As if being auctioned off wasn't enough. I was given strict instructions by those gangsters to do as said and if I dared disobey, I would be killed, not only me but my mother and pathetic father! And now what? I'm being commanded by an autistic guy who just switched mode. Although I was left aghast at how he said those words clearly without stuttering or talking like one who's suffering from ASD I stood still, not attempting to follow him. I'm done being an obedient pup!

I'm sure I can't miss it. "Mia. Don't." He uttered with a tone of warning, and I just snickered in response. "Oh, I really will, sir." I countered, and he shook his head slowly while looking at me straight in the eyes. And, I could see him contemplating. Well, if he will obey me, maybe I could spare his balls, but I am not gonna spare his existence. "Then, let me go, and get off me. I'm gonna count to three." I ordered him with my ferocious tone of voice, and I am so damn ready. He will really regret it if he won't obey.

Just the faint scrape of a chair as someone tried to sit straighter. I leaned back. My fingers tapped against the armrest. Slow. Rhythmic. A sound that would haunt them for weeks. “You want to survive this war?” I asked. “Then follow my lead. You don’t have to like me. You don’t have to trust me. You just have to fucking obey.” And one by one, they obeyed. Chins lowered. Voices silenced. Heads bowed. I didn’t smile. Didn’t smirk. Didn’t move.

“And… I didn’t think I could trust you.” A flash of something darker crossed his eyes. Without a word, his hands slid down to my waist, drawing me closer, and he began to trail gentle, lingering kisses down the side of my neck. My mind spun, caught between the heat of his touch and the soft hum of his breath against my skin. Suddenly, I felt a sharp nip as he bit down, just enough to make me gasp. He sucked at the spot to soothe the sting, leaving a mark that seemed to claim me. He pulled back, a slight smirk on his lips. “That’s your punishment for not trusting me,” he murmured. “From now on, if you face any problem, you come straight to me. The first thought in your mind should be me. Unde

That's all it took to put him down like a dog with a big bark and no bite. I looked at his distorted form and yelled in his face. This is the millionth and one time I've put you on your ass in a fight, and you still think I am unworthy! The scars that line my body were each obtained from the fate I survived and the battles I've won. I have earned the trust and respect of every man except you in this building, and I don't care if I earn your respect; what I need from you is your obedience… I crunched to his level and stared into his confused eyes. The malice I felt towards this man was mirrored in my orbs... I need you never to forget to obey the queen. In this sick game of chess we call life

"You'll learn to obey me soon enough." I shivered at the threat in his voice, but I refused to back down. "I'll never obey you," I said, meeting his gaze straight on. Grayson's smile grew even wider at that, and for a moment, I thought he would lose control completely. But then his expression smoothed out again. "Ah, but you will," he said, his voice dripping confidently. "You'll learn to obey me soon enough. And when you do... well... let's say you'll be delighted to be by my side."

There are two kinds of people in this world—those who kneel and those who make others kneel. I am neither of them. I don't bow, nor do I defy for the sake of rebellion. I do not kneel, because I have no master. I do not stand defiantly because I do not need to prove the Bianchi power. I exist beyond those choices. I am an obedient child. That's what I make my parents believe at least. Or I simply don't care. They think I am one.

“Now spread your legs” Sofia did it. Trembling. Her pussy dripping. He crouched low, stared, ran a finger through it He sucked that finger slowly. “You all wanted fun?” He stood tall. Cock still hard. Still angry. “Now you’ll fucking pay for it.” He dragged a chair behind him. Sat. Spread his legs. “Crawl. All three of you. To your knees between mine.” They obeyed. He pointed at his cock. “First one to make me cum gets not to he punished”

Who would refuse five million dollars just for a night and then threaten the popular Charles Monterio? She's an interesting character. "Wait, are you being real right now? He's your Boss and you're threatening him?" He asked. Hailey never glanced at him, her gaze was on Charles throughout, staring at him with her head raised high. Charles looked at his guard who was surprised that a girl could utter such words to his boss. He cleared his throat and the guard understood what he meant immediately, he bowed his head before leaving the office. "Is that a threat?" He asked, a lazy smile on his lips.