Novel & Cerita Obey Me Diavolo

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 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 gave in but had no intention of using it. “If you don’t use it, there will be punishments.” He stated firmly. My brows went up, now intrigued but he slightly shook his head at me. “Not the kind you enjoy. I will make you run.” “Diavolo!” I glared at him and he gave me a devilish smirk. “… Fine, I’ll use it.” I said in defeat and he let out a satisfied smile. “Good. I will see you later, Mrs. Bellavia.” Damiano’s voice went low and tingles erupted in my stomach.

He chuckled, lifting my face by my chin. “How much did you hear, little bird?” I gasped. He knew I had overheard them. I straightened my back. “I heard enough on the night of the attack, Diablo. I’m not stupid. Plus, I could tell what was wrong from his symptoms.” He shook his head, he dropped down on his seat and relaxed back, his gaze fixed on me. His lips twitched. “No, you’re not stupid.” His hand stretched forward, trailing lines along my inner thighs. “Diablo?” he mumbled. “Do you really think I'm the Devil?”

Also, he didn't know which was more infuriating, her disobeying his order not to ride or the fact she had seen him in the state he was in now. "Madame, I can punish you for disobeying my orders." Even if he didn't mind her seeing him in the state he was in at the moment, he was slightly furious she had disobeyed him. However, he had no strength left in him to berate her. "I'm sorry, Sire," Janice responded, stepping to his side. "I don't think you are in any position to give out punishment." Jules groaned as he felt her soft hand on his. She grabbed the almost empty bottle of whisky from his hand and turned his face to hers as he tried to gaze away.

All I saw was fear and a nod that only means this was the only option. I was devastated, shattered in spirit and right this moment, I just wanted to faint for a long period of time and when I woke up, all this would be a nightmare; one that I will try to forget. I was so immersed in my emotions I didn't realize the devil was behind me. I turned abruptly as he slowly leaned towards me. “If you agree to be my pet for a year, then you and your father will be free" The devil whispers coldly, with his eyes full of desire.

Dio (God)… the hatred in them could burn an entire city to the ground. “Nikita!” Valentino’s voice thundered from behind her, filled with rage and warning. “Touch a single strand of her hair and I will show you exactly why they call me Il Diavolo di Milano (The Devil of Milan)!” She did not even turn to look at him. Instead, she smirked. “Is the Devil of Milan in the room with us?” she taunted, giggling lazily. My breath caught as her hand slid from my face to my chin, then slowly down to my neck.

I'm almost to the exit; I can see the streetlight and people walking by on the sidewalk. "Stop or I’ll shoot him" someone calls out and I stop long enough to turn around and see that they have La Clair on his knees at gunpoint. "Don't stop for me, keep going and make them pay" La Clair says, "Give them hell madmuasel Diavla" then I hear the echoed sound the gun going off.

“I’m listening.” “In court,” I said, looking him in the eyes, “you must act as if you hate me. You must pretend that you don’t want to stay with me. Everyone must believe it.” He frowned. “Alright, I will obey your every instruction” I smiled sadly. “It will hurt me a lot. But it’s the only way to make Dante lower his guard. If he thinks you hate me, he won’t fight so hard.” He nodded slowly. “I understand. I will do whatever it takes to help you.”

"I fucking hate you" He didn't even seem fazed by my little outburst. Just stared at me like I was boring. "I haven't even started Matilda, you can't break already, that would be fucking boring" I was starting to realize why they called him the devil. His eyes spoke of torture and for the first time, I was truly scared of what he might do to me. A notification cut through the silence. His phone. He glanced at it once. Then his expression shifted slightly. Not emotionally, Just focused now.