Page 84 of Deviant

I collapse onto the padding. I lie back as the tears stream down my face.

And with my spare hand, I start massaging my clit, rubbing it as hard as I can. My body jerks, the rush of an orgasm overtakes me and I scream out as my insides clamp around my fist.

But as soon as it passes, as soon as I get my breath back, that voice in my head tells me that it’s not enough. I haven’t done enough. I have to earn his approval. Earn my freedom.

I plunge my hand back inside and with the other, I’m rubbing, almost clawing, desperate to make myself come again, desperate to prove to Magnus that I am good now. I am obedient. I am worthy of him.

The Senate are a crusty bunch of old fucks. Men who’ve sat so long in their high towers that they’re oblivious to ways the world has changed around them.

I’ve seen them often enough at the larger meetings, but I’ve never had a one-on-one meeting before. Those are reserved for either the senior ranks, or the ones who’ve committed such atrocities they’re not even sent to Oblivion, they’re removed, erased, wiped from the earth entirely.

As we walk out from what feels like a complete waste of my time, it’s hard not to lash out. Antonio is reassuring me that that is their way. That they always sit on the fence, seeking impartiality because that keeps them safe, but none of us will be safe if the damned Esau have anything to do with it.

No, we can’t rely on them. We can’t count on them. Antonio may be the Kingmaker, but I am just as efficient in ensuring my plans always come off to my satisfaction.

So I leave him to it, leave him to politics and the hand wringing and the bullshit, because I’ve got bigger fish to fry.

Ever since I learnt who Anthony was really working for, I’ve had my feelers out, I’ve had my spies, and I know some of them are hiding in plain sight.

A weaker man would have divulged that fact to the senate, to Antonio even, but I am not weak. I do not shirk from my responsibilities, and I know what needs to be done.

What will be done.

What is necessary to ensure the Brethren continue unaltered.

I getto the first house at nightfall. Unlike the last time I was breaking into a Lord’s house, I’ve got a small army behind me and I’m taking no chances.

We storm the building, destroying half the outer wall before they even know what’s hit them.

Of course they have their own guards and it becomes a fire fight, us pinned down with them having the advantage of the home ground.

As the bullets streak past my head, I wonder for the briefest of seconds if I miscalculated. If for the first time, I’m the one about to be outplayed.

And then shouts echo, shooting from the other end of the house carries to us and we realise that we’re not the only visitors here this evening.

Someone else is clearly intent on filling up hell tonight.

I exchange glances with my men, they’re all suited and booted in protection gear, but not me. You just don’t get the same adrenaline rush in a fire fight if you’re wrapped up like a baby.And besides, every time I walk away uninjured, it’s more proof that God is on my side, that God has a plan for me and my family. That thisismy destiny.

As I get to the second landing, I see the scuffle ahead.

Confused eyes meet mine through the darkness. It’s sad to think that he was betraying me, was in bed with my enemy.

He mutters my name as if he too can’t believe it and he steps out from the shadows, showing that grey streaked hair that makes him look double his age.

“Issac,” I begin, but he’s quick to cut across me.

“What the fuck do you think you’re playing at?” He snarls.

“Games up.” I reply. “We know who you are, who you’ve been working with.”

For a second, I think he might try to play me, might try to pretend, but instead he crosses his arms, a smug look spreads across his face and he lets out a chuckle. “Oh I see,” he says. “You finally figured it all out.”

“You’re one of them, you’re Esau.” I state.

He doesn’t react to the name, doesn’t try to dismiss the accusation, either. No, he seems to grow, seems to preen as if such a thing were a compliment.

“Took you long enough,” he says. “I’ve had you all fooled for years. The great Magnus Blake.” He sneers. “You were oblivious, completely fucking stupid.”

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