Page 18 of Deal with the Devil

“Bah! That’s so boring, having a moral compass.”

He whirled away from the sink where he’d been about to wash his hands to stare at her. She smirked mischievously, taking nervous sips from the can. He arched a brow. She mutteredsomething into the lip of the aluminum before turning away from him. Knox scrubbed his fingers free of the sugary residue. He dried his hands before slinking up behind her. She shivered, tensing up in his touch as he cupped her hips just under the lip of her waistband.

“So, I’m boring now, am I?” he purred in her ear. She nearly crunched the can against the counter as she sat it down.

“No,” she breathed.

He chuckled, nipping at her ear. “Good pet. Since we’re awake…”

Knox ripped her from the spot, guiding her by the hips back out into the halls. Instead of going to his regular business office, he brought her deep into the house. Past the weaving hallways and up one floor. Most of his live-in employees lived on either the ground floor or a few had rooms here on the second floor. However, toward the western end was his other ‘workspace’. Which was just a large room full of many couches for sitting, a massive balcony that was closed off from the rest of the balconies, and it had a swing attached to the awning over it. Knox didn’t give her time to look around. He was on a mission. Dropping himself onto the swing in the warm, summer air, he ripped her pants down.

“Take them off.”

She glared at him but stepped out of the sweats and tossed them inside the room onto a random couch.

“Your top too.”

Amelia’s left eye twitched, “You want me to just give the whole world a show?”

“What world?” He laughed, motioning around them. “I fucked you against the lawn and everyone cleared out. Besides, it’s too early for peeping Toms. Now, tits out, Pet.”

She huffed, ripping the top off and tossing it inside the room. Knox grabbed her by the hips and pulled her into hislap, her back against his chest. Roaming his hands down her chest, he stopped to pinch her nipples. She arched her back into his palms, sweet mewls of delight coming from her mouth. He smirked. Her throat was open to him, and he abused every inch of it. Nipping and kissing from her jaw to the ends of her shoulder.She’d leave here covered in him; he’d make sure of it.

Knox latched onto a spot that caused her hips to buck. His cock bobbed underneath her, and she let out a wheeze. “How?”

“How what?” He tugged on her ear lobe.

“How are you already hard again? How do you even have that much blood in you?” She gasped as he ground his swelling cock against her backside more.

“It’shardnot to when my pet’s in my lap,” he snickered, brushing his nose against her pulse. Both hands kneading and pinching her nipples over and over until she was whimpering, he reveled in her pleasure. “Call it a fiendish advantage.”

“It’s so fucking unfair.” She bucked her hips.

“Why’s that?” He nipped at her jugular again, eliciting a dreamy sigh from her.

“You’ll ruin me for anyone else.” The confession filled the air and drowned him. Knox dropped a hand to her cunt, cupping it possessively. Even though he was swiping his fingers through it, his mind was on her words. Ruin her for anyone else? Good! Let her be ruined for anyone else.Let her be mine and no one else’s.He groaned against her skin. Knox clamped his teeth onto the spot on her neck. Her needy clit already at his fingertips. She grabbed onto the wooden swing beside his legs.Let me ruin you, let me have you.He spread her legs wider, her legs pinned outside his knees.Let me ruin you and let me keep you.

She orgasmed with a shout that he couldn’t give a fuck if it woke anyone up. It’s why he gave them block out curtains and silencing wards on their room; it’s their bad luck if they didn’t use them. Knox drowned in the sound of her crying out hisname, the feeling of her pussy throbbing and cum soaking his fingers.

Amelia sagged back against him, putty in his hands. For a moment, he contemplated pulling his cock out, ruining her even more for any piss-poor partner she found after him. Leave more than just bite marks, he wanted her to never find as much pleasure as she did with him. It was truly cruel to wish someone never having a good fuck ever again…but if Knox couldn’t have her, he sure as fuck didn’t want anyone else to. No, Amelia Armstrong was his and if he had to ensure any people she dated after this mysteriously disappeared or had unfortunate fates, then so fucking be it.

Chapter six:

Amelia

TW: Mention of the word vomit but no actual emesis

How was it thathours had passed? They’d woken early in the morning, and it was a whirlwind. From eating ice cream out of the tub, to lazily laying in his bed naked, she even took a nap comfortably sprawled against him as he read her book.Like she didn’t see him fucking buy them…but honestly, a broke author needs all the royalties she can get.It was a deliciously fantastic morning. They ate breakfast in bed, got dressed, and he took her on a horse ride through his property. When he asked earlier—what world—he fucking meant it. There was nothing for ages. The fence was more of a suggestion because once they hit the trail in the trees, it felt like they were in a whole other realm. Trees whizzed past her as his chestnut stallion galloped downtrail after trail. Amelia hadn’t been a horse girl before, but she might just become one after riding in a saddle with Knox.

As they trotted up the hill, Galfree the stallion proudly flicking his tail behind them, they met Denver, the centaur, at the top. “Sir, there’s a phone call for you.”

“Thank you, Denver.” Knox leapt off Galfree and took the phone from Denver. The centaur butler smiled at Amelia who offered the same ‘this is awkward’ smile.

He chuckled, “Why don’t we get Galfree put up while he takes care of that.”

“Thank you.” Amelia was truly appreciative of the break from the weirdness. Denver took ahold of Galfree’s reins, not that he had to truly hold the stallion back and led them toward the barn. Amelia rubbed the horse’s neck, “Good boy, such a good steed.”

Denver snorted, “Careful, you’ll give him an even bigger ego and he won’t fit in the barn stall.”

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