Page 34 of Deal with the Devil

He smirked, holding up a paper clip that he tossed into the trash. Shutting the door with his boot, he smoothly locked it with a flick of his wrist. “You should know better…if you run, I’ll chase you.”

Amelia stepped back, her spine pressed to the frosty oak. The sound of her heels clicking against the tile and his boots crunching over the floor echoed in her head. He stood in front of her again. Backed against the wall, a flutter of nerves brewed in her chest and stomach. Knox set his cane against the sink before pressing his hands to the wall, caging her in.

Amelia swallowed the lump in her throat. “Does your rule still stand?”

“Which rule, pet?” he chuckled darkly. Back at his endless teasing, his lips brushed hers. She was putty, malleable and needy. Amelia pressed her body against his, soaking in the heat brewing beneath the fabric of his clothes. All thoughts of being sensible and getting her life back slipped through her fingers. She didn’t want to be sensible. She didn’t want her boring, living on a couch and working to write, life back. She didn’t want to be stuck full of regret. No…she wanted him and all the bad things he came with.

“That you’ll fuck me where you catch me?” She arched a brow, panting for air.

Knox straightened, looking to the small five by five space before inspecting her face. “Pet, not a lot of leg room in here.”

“Well, I mean, it was your rule. Not your fault I chose a small space to be caught in,” she retorted. “Are you sayingThe Knox Zrazduelis afraid of a little tight quarters?”

Something switched in his expression. It went from teasing to sharp in a moment. A feral hunger she’d only seen in his eyes when he chased her filled his gaze. Knox snapped his body against her, pressing her hard into the wall of the bathroom. “Very well, pet…but know I gave you the chance of walking out of here without a bruised pussy. You chose this.”

“Oh no, what ever am I going to do?” she teased, knowing full well the situation she was getting herself into…and fuck she wanted it badly. Knox ripped her away from the wall and twisted her in a flurry. Her legs nearly crumpled out from her. He didn’t let her get away with any of it. He kicked her heels apart and tugged at her hips. She was bent, hands slapped against the wall, her backside pressed against him. Gloved hands roughly shoved her dress up her legs and over her backside. He popped the elastic of her panties against her for good measure.

“Your fucking mouth,” he sighed dreamily, sloppily shoving her underwear down her legs to her ankles. Leather covered fingers brushed against her skin and she broke out in glorious goose bumps. Amelia groaned. Head dangling forward to where her hair curtained her vision. He pulled his palm back and spanked her hard across both cheeks. She yelped. His fingers soothed the harsh sting with soft, tender brushes across her hot skin. “I’ve missed it.”

The response and bite she had lined up on her tongue was swallowed as something was shoved in her mouth. She tried to spit it out, only to have a hand clamped over her lips. It was a silk handkerchief, and it tasted of laundry detergent. Amelia grumbled against the silk in her teeth and the glove over her lips.

“I know, you want to say, ‘if you missed it so much, why’d you shut me up?’ And the answer is quite simple, pet. I’m notgoing to stop fucking you even if someone came to investigate the pretty sounds coming from your mouth. So, it’s best not to make a scene. It is…your party, after all. Wouldn’t want everyone to know the girl of the hour begged me to fuck her in the bathroom.”

Amelia snorted, using a hand to shove his away and rip the silk from her mouth. “I did notbeg.”

“Put the silk back, pet, or your pussy will be left to ache and I’ll give your mouth something to keep busy.” Amelia grunted and huffed but stuffed the silk back in her mouth. He cupped her mouth again, “Good pet.”

She realized at that moment, he’d spent the time arguing with her to pull his cock out. Her core buzzed at the touch of his tip against her slit. Eyes rolling back, she groaned heavily against the fabric muffling her sounds. He chuckled, slipping through her wetness. “So, fucking wet. For someone so hellbent on fighting me, you sure do want this bad enough.”

Amelia pressed back against him, moaning at the feeling of him sinking into her again. He was wrong about one thing…she wasn’t fighting him. This banter of theirs? It was foreplay. He knew it. She knew it. Their biting words and running and tussling was nothing but a plea…take me, have me, make love to me, please.It wasn’t a fight. It was a beg. Hewasright aboutthat part; she had begged him.

Knox let out a heavy breath behind her as he sunk fully into her. His hips, partially covered by his belt and pants, pressed into her cheeks. The glorious bite of the metal hardware with the smooth brush of his leather made her insides clench. Knox let go of her mouth to grab her hips. He started slow, grinding mostly. He used his cock to tease her until she slapped her hands against the wall. Then, he bucked sharply. Pulling back then slamming forward, their skin made wet, lewd smacking sounds as he gave her what she’d wanted.

Not just his cock or pleasure that made stars form in her eyes…he gave herhim. Knox bent over her and kissed at any inch of her he could reach. One of his hands dropped around her and clumsily circled her clit. His thrusts weren’t uniform, but chaotic and needy. He whimpered incoherently before finally forming words. “That’s my girl, fuck, I missed how your cunt just milks me. How wet you are for me, how much you like my cock. You can run all you like, Amelia. You can try and escape me, but I will always catch you. Because I know you want me to catch you. You want me to press you into the grass and fuck you for all your worth, then have you sit in my lap while I work or you read. I don’t care, I’m not leaving without you. I should have never let you get out of that car.”

Amelia choked on the fabric as tears welled in her eyes. A stinging sensation bit into her chest while her body clenched down around him.

“You like that? Does my obedient pet want that? Of course, you do.” He senselessly overwhelmed her clit to the point of her world turning into a drunk whirlpool. Her legs trembled as warmth dribbled down the inside of her thighs. She was inches from collapsing. Amelia knew for a fact if she dropped, he’d simply fuck her against the tile floor. “Because you’re mine, Amelia. You’re mine and you know it and you like it.”

The confession was the only thing keeping her from shattering. She stumbled forward and he moved with her. He grabbed her by the stomach and the mouth, guiding her closer to the wall as her internal walls fluttered around him. Tears streaked down her cheeks as the pleasure and pain of being taken so sharply in a cramped space washed over her. He pressed her into the walls, fucking up into her. Her toes tingled as he relentlessly chased his own orgasm. Every inch of her was limp and pliable. He pulled the silk from her mouth beforepressing the side of her face against the wall. Knox kissed her cheek hard.

The sound of him breathing heavily, grunting, and hissing her name made her insides tingle. She confessed with a hoarse throat. “Knox.”

“Yes, pet?” He croaked against the shell of her ear. Warmth spread through her as he spilled into her. Amelia panted, eyes fluttering closed. His lips were curled as he kissed down her ear, across her cheek, and to her jaw. “That’s a good pet, take every drop, I know you miss feeling your pussy full of me.”

She snickered, breathlessly. “I know you miss filling me.”

He groaned, hips rutting against her again as one last rope of his cum painted her walls. “I do.”

“Because you’re mine, Knox. You’re mine and you know you like how much I frustrate you.” The words fell out of her with little mercy.

Knox softened within her, slipping from between her drenched lips. There they were, two completely exhausted people, fully aware of who they were to each other. Knox wanted her, missed her, needed her. It wasn’t sensible or reasonable or good. This would end badly. She knew more than anything that being with Knox Zrazduel was going to ruin her…and how fucking glorious it would be in the meantime.

Slowly, as if testing the water of both their leg strengths, Knox guided them away from the wall. He helped her back into her panties. Not before he affectionately brushed his fingertips against her glossy cunt he’d so lovingly painted for her. Then, he pulled her panties back up onto her hips and flattened her dress back down against her legs.

“Tonight, after the party, we’re going back to your sister’s and everyone is packing a bag.” He wrung out the silk before stuffing it into a pocket.

“What? Why?” She furrowed her brow.

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