Obey Me Diavolo Novels & Stories

“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?”

I answered, hoping that would make him a bit happy. He rolled his eyes. “Loyalty sucks at times like this. I needed you to obey, not showcase your loyalty to me.” “She's here already, why not let her enjoy the show. Besides, she is involved somehow.” Dante said. I darted my eyes from Dante to Salvatore and back. The silence was tense. I could not tell what was about to come next. Dante gestured to the dead bodies around, his eyes not leaving Salvatore. “With half your men gone, you have no choice against me. I thought you would have been well prepared especially since your loyal bait escaped to inform you.”

An image of Antonio lying on this desk with his ugly dick out while one of his whores rode on him crossed my mind. I got off the desk immediately and moved far away from it. "We've managed to cooperate for so long despite the past feuds between my father, his brother and your people. You just had to ruin what we had." "I swear to you Diavolo, I didn't want to do it. He made me do it. I swear, he made me do it!" He screamed when I took a step toward him with my gun pointed at him. "Who?" "Your Capo!" He screamed, shutting his eyes and putting his hands above his head.

“What? She’s the property of the Burning Devils, and I’m not leaving without her.” “Well, me as the head of the mafia in the USA is saying that you are going to be leaving here without her, and I don’t think your little club will be able to take down the Mafia. So, if I were you, I leave now and forget about Angel or you might lose your life and all those in your club.” He stared me down with such angry and I just smiled at him daring him to challenge me over this. He then turned to Levi.

“Anyway but here.” Enzo stepped closer. “I thought as much.” Something in me snapped. I shoved the chair back, the sound echoing against the marble. “Fine!” I shouted, stepping toward him. “What do you want from me?” I shouted, stepping toward him. “You bought me to fuck me right? Fine! Come get it!” “Elena,” he warned, voice low. I ignored him. “Go ahead, Diavolo! Fuck me! My voice cracked, trembling between rage and despair. “You own me right? You bought me just to humiliate me, so come get it!”

He didn't sit, he stood in the middle of my office with crossed arms and blazing eyes. "You summoned me," he said, his voice low and controlled. But I could hear the anger beneath it. "Like I'm one of your employees." "You are one of my employees. Sit down." His eyebrows raised and irritated filled every line on his face. "I don't take orders from you, Moreau." I leaned back in my chair. "Well, you can choose to stand and listen, I don't care anyway.” He didn't move, but his fists were clenched at his sides.

Everyone who’d ever known Dante Moretti understood one thing — when he wants something, the world trembles, or it gets burnt “She betrayed you,” Daisy whispered after a long beat. A sharp smirk cut across his face, but there was no warmth in it. “That’s the difference between you and me. You’d hate her because she chose someone else, but i won’t. Instead, it makes me more of an obsessed freak. And as the devil, I’ll burn the whole world for her.” Matteo stared at him, the kind of look you give someone who’s already past saving. And maybe Dante was. He’d always been too far gone when it came to Alessia Rivera.

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.

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.

But another part, that dark and delirious part, gave me enough strength to stifle that forged obedience, and to unleash all the anger hidden under years in that fragile and stupid human skin. Let the guardian angels who surrounded that place go to hell. It was not God that I would serve, nor the devil. Just me. The queen of hell. "Never again” did I moan, getting up in my wallet and forcing the cold woman to step back a step. She watched as I stood up, as much as I couldn't reach her height with just over a meter and sixty-five centimeters in height. I raised my chin high enough to look tall and unsnapped. "Never dare touch me again, or I'll turn you into ashes, your lover of satan.”