Page 156 of Depravity

Conrad is just behind him. He glances at me for a second before focusing back on his brother.

With a roar, Magnus starts lashing out, smashing up what must be priceless antiques.

“Betrayed!” He hollers. “Fucking betrayed. First you and now him…”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Conrad retorts, getting right in his face.

“I brought you up, I brought you both up.” Magnus snarls. “I sacrificed for years, and this is how you repay me? You, marrying that child after I already arranged the perfect match…”

“She’s a Founder,” Conrad interjects, but Magnus clearly doesn’t hear a word of it.

“…And Devin, fucking Devin.”

“We can fix this.” Conrad states.

Magnus pushes him back. “Fix this? Fix this?” He turns around, grabbing Liliana by the throat, dragging her by it, “This bitch is the only one loyal to me, the only one I can truly trust.”

“Fuck you,” Conrad snaps back, “You could trust me, you just don’t want to.”

“She took a bullet for me,” Magnus continues, flailing his arms, waving her about like a rag doll. “You, you wouldn’t even cross the street to lend me a hand…”

“And we all know why that is, don’t we?” Conrad replies. “We all know who orchestrated that situation, who was the one pulling the trigger…”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Magnus snaps, yanking Liliana, pulling her away before they both stumble and land with his arms around her.

“You’re the only one,” Magnus says, holding her head so that it’s pressed to his. “The only one.”

I can see she’s petrified, that she’s physically shaking but she doesn’t shove him off, she just lets him manhandle her however he wants.

“Magnus,” She whispers.

“It’s okay,” He replies, stroking her cheek over and over. “It’s okay. I promised, didn’t I? I promised you…”

He wraps his arms around her, but it looks more like he’s entombing her, holding her prisoner and I guess in a way, that’s exactly what he’s doing.

“We’re done here,” Conrad mutters, walking up to me and taking the handle of my chair to push me along.

As we get to the door, he pauses, looking back with such an expression on his face. I can tell he wants to say something, to say what he’s thinking, but he just scowls and walks out instead.

Outside, there’s a car waiting. Conrad lifts me out, placing me in my seat and leaves the driver to pack the wheelchair up and put it in the boot.

He’s still so riled up. So angry.

I need to calm him down, I need to do something.

I unclasp my seat belt. I shift so that I pretty much fall into the footwell and he raises his eyebrows, watching me as if he thinks I’m about to do something that would warrant a punishment.

As I reach for his trousers, his jaw opens, just a little.

“You want to suck my cock, Doll?” He asks.

I nod back, holding his gaze. I know it’s the right call, the logical move.

It’s our thing now, it’s my way of pacifying him. Soothing his anger.

He undoes his belt, then his trousers, pulling himself out and he looks like he’s all ready to go.

I rub my lips together to get them moist. It’s not nearly as effective as my tongue would be, but what choice do I have now?

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