Diavolo Obey Me Novels & Stories

"What do you require of me?" "On your knees. Now." She knelt. Immediately. No hesitation. Just—compliance. Dante unzipped his pants. Pulled himself out. Already hard from watching Atlas. From jealousy. From rage. "Suck," he commanded. She leaned forward. Took him in her mouth. Mechanical. Efficient. Practiced. No passion. No desire. Just—function. Atlas looked away. "No," Dante said. "Watch. I want you to see. She's mine. She does this for me. She obeys me. You make her feel alive? Good. But I own her. Every part of her. Understand?"