Obey Me Diavolo Novels & Stories

He spat at the ground, defiance burning in his eyes. Dominic’s patience snapped. He delivered a brutal slap across Luke’s face, the sound echoing through the chamber. Luke’s head jerked to the side, a red imprint blooming across his skin. "Answer her!" Dominic growled, his voice dripping with threat. Luke turned back, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, but he only bared his teeth in a twisted grin. "Do your worst. Beat me, break me—I won’t betray my word." Dominic leaned in, grabbing Luke by the collar, his grip tightening. "You trust him," he murmured, his voice disturbingly calm. "You think he’ll bring back the nethered souls, don’t you?"

i want to make her happy. "Don't cry please,I only want you happy" "Then let me go please"she whisper softly, brokenly. "Never, mia Moglie..I cannot let you go" "But why,you don't even know me that well,you could have any woman you want.why me"... "You will know,in good time..It doesn't have to be this way baby,you don't have to fight me..I will make you happy.i will make you the happiest woman alive, just give your self to me"

I struggled with it and pointed to where it stood. "When I say don't come near me. Just do it EJ. You won't be happy when I get angry." I smile sweetly and adjust my posture. "What do I need to do then?" he asked and I licked my lips. A smile appeared on my lips. "Obey Athanasia, that's all you need to do."

The huge thing spun free before my eyes. I don't understand how this fucking thing goes inside me? I felt so humiliated. His fingers pinched my cheeks as he forced me to look up at him. He leaned toward me with the same dark expression that will scare you as well as raise the curious desire inside you. So confusing! The scar on his face twitched a little as the corner of his lips curved a bit. "Suck it, Il mio bel diavolo." (My beautiful devil).

“Many call me the devil in a human’s flesh, others call me Voldemort. However, I'm just a simple man, and if you follow my instructions, you will be in my good books. Otherwise, you wouldn’t wanna live to see what comes next. From today, you answer to me, you belong to me, you report to me, and take instructions from me, until you get new masters.” I got lost there, because what did he mean by new masters? My mind was still processing what he said when he continued. “I El Diablo, am your god from now. Is that clear?” He demanded. “YES!” We responded in unison, tears running down my cheeks as the word came out of my mouth.

I step out of the basement into the blasting hall of my club, where the world pretends I’m nothing more than a man with too much money and not enough soul. There's been a lot going on in my City. A lot I needed to focus on. My men knew not to go against me. They call me Il Diavolo — the Devil. But in this world, fear is power, and power is law. I don’t just run a business; I run an empire. Italy bows at my feet — from the cobbled streets of Rome to the blood-soaked alleys of Naples. Half of Spain answers to me, too. Every deal, every bullet, every drop of blood spilled—mine.

“Pe–” “How does ten thousand dollars sound?” “Before dawn it is.” He ended the call, and exhaled very loudly. “I'm going to take everything from you, Diavolo. Your money, your power, your friends, followers, family. I'll take your girl, and then finally, I'll take your life. It is not just mere words. It is a promise.” Right after the declaration, he scrolled through his phone for a picture of Passion. His eyes watered when he saw the innocent smile on her face, whilst her hand cradled her protruding stomach.

I gripped my burning cheek and stared him down. "You can keep hitting me; it still won't change the fact that I don't want you anymore. You belong in my past now." "I want to bend you over that desk and fuck you so hard until you can't stand on your feet, until the only words that would be coming from that pretty mouth of yours would be pleas for mercy." "You are a coward, Diavolo." "Careful, Ruby. Resist me all you want, but you will be mine. Behave yourself; I don't want to hurt you."

“Targets don’t move. Players do.” Anger flared, but beneath it, something colder and more dangerous stirred. “What do they want?” I asked. “To see if you’re mine,” he replied. “Or useful.” “And if I’m both?” His gaze locked onto mine. “Then they’ll try to take you.” The words should have terrified me. Instead, they clarified everything. “Teach me,” I said. Dominic studied me for a long moment. Then he nodded once. “Today,” he said, “you don’t observe.”

“I dare not, sir.” “Good,” Adriano said, turning away dismissively. His grip on me tightened possessively as he spoke his next words. “Let’s go, little doll.” As he led me out into the night, one thought settled deep within me: I had escaped one predator only to become the prey of something far more dangerous. The Devil.