Page 79 of Deviant

My orgasm shatters any last resolve I have and as he groans with his own release, some stupid pathetic part of me wants to thank him.

He slumps on top of me. His weight holding me in place. Revulsion creeps into my veins and yet I stay still, docile, breathing in his scent like I’m an actual addict.

I need him, I love him, and yet I despise everything about him all the same.

A sob racks through me. I turn my face away but he’s quick to react, to grab my jaw, to force me to look at him and though the words aren’t spoken, he can see my shame, he can feel it just as much as I can.

And then his mouth comes down, he devours me once more, and I’m lost, helpless, completely and utterly ruined.

“We need to talk about her.” Antonio says.

I look up from the papers we’ve been going through for the last hour. Every day for the last week we’ve been here, in my office, working through what needs to be done so that when the time is right, I can make my move with everything already in place. With all my allies behind me. With my future as Chapter Lord sealed and approved.

“Her?” I repeat. He didn’t so much as touch my pet, didn’t do anything more than hold her in place, why is he so interested now?

“Your wife.” he states.

I blink, dropping the file in my hand and sit back further into my chair. “That is not necessary.”

“It is. The Senate will want answers about your wedding night,” he persists.

“They had them.” I reply. “There was a full investigation at the time.”

He raises his eyebrows, leaning over the table to clear the distance between us. “Magnus, to be Chapter Lord, you cannot have any skeletons in your closet.”

“You think I do?” I ask amused. I run Oblivion for fuck’s sake, that’s the very definition of skeletons in my closet.

“She was a Harrison. The very fact that her parents didn’t even raise a fuss…”

“They know exactly why she is dead.” I growl. “They were part of it, part of the conspiracy.”

“From what I read, there was no evidence of that.”

“Ah, so you do know the particulars.” I reply, feeling like I’ve suddenly caught him out in a lie. “And here I was thinking you were ignorant.”

“You need to have a straight story.” Antonio says, ignoring my jibe entirely. “A convincing one. The Senate will need to believe every word of what you say.”

I nod, picking up my glass and take a sip, because it’s not like I haven’t thought about this. It’s not like I haven’t seen this coming. Does he really think I’m so stupid as that?

“And I’m assuming she’s no longer in Oblivion?”

That makes me freeze. I look at him and his lips are curled into a smirk. “Come now, she may have been declared dead, but her body was apparently cremated before anyone could do an autopsy.”

“That was at the request of her parents.” I state. Though it certainly helped me put my own plans into place.

“But she is dead, now, isn’t she? No one is going to suddenly appear with her twenty years after the fact?”

“She’s dead.” I smile. Dead to the world at least. The person who resides in Oblivion right now is so psychologically fucked she doesn’t even know what the real world is anymore. She can’t even speak, she barely moves. She’s a living corpse, existing only because every time her pathetic body gives out, I ensure she is treated and revived.

He nods, obviously reassured by my words and then his phone buzzes.

He sighs, picking it up, just as my own goes off.

As I read the words, Antonio springs out of his chair.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he all but bellows.

“How very curious.” I murmur, while my mind already whirls on what the possibilities of this could be. But it’s obvious, isn’t it? I mean, I laid the seeds, I started us all down this journey.

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