Page 4 of Deal with the Devil

Well…isn’t this interesting.He shifted, knocking his knees against hers. Leaning an elbow against the door, he propped his cheek up against his fist. “I don’t intend to share you, so take solace in the fact I’m a rather possessive lover.”

“Okay, then, I would also like to fully discuss—”

“You’re not secretly a lawyer, are you, pet? Because I’ve never had anyone strike a deal with me and have so many…provisions.” He smirked wickedly, seeing her left eye twitch.

“I want to be thorough.”

“I’ll be sure to bethorough.” Knox relished the shiver that rattled her composure. That strong gaze darted away, hands knotted once more.She couldn’t possibly hate that she likes this more.Knox spent his life learning to read people. And Amelia Armstrong was struggling to accept that she liked him…even just a little. Deciding to give her an ounce of reprieve, he let out a breath, “Tell you what, I promise you that you’ll enjoy everything.”

She instantly snapped her sharp, honey brown eyes his direction. “I won’t enjoy any of it.”

“Mmm, I don’t think that’s true.” He reached a salacious hand to her knee and slapped the inside of her thigh. She jumped, her skin breaking out in goosebumps. “Look at you, practically weak at the knees.”

“You sure are smug, aren’t you?” she spat back.

“Comes with the title.” He felt the smugness oozing off him and it made her left eye twitch again.This was going to be utterly delicious.

Her face fell, swallowing audibly. “What…is your name, anyway?”

“Ah, probably should know that as you’ll be screaming it for the next twenty-four hours. Do you prefer honey tea or lemon tea?”

“Fuck you.”

“That’s,” he raised a finger; Amelia lurched backward, fists up and ready, and Knox chuckled, “precisely the point, pet. You can call me Knox.”

Amelia sat back in her seat, fiddling with the edge of her bathing suit bottoms. Knox allowed himself the lewd opportunity to enjoy her against his car seat. Blue and white striped bottoms with a ruffle along her thighs. The tops cupped her breasts perfectly in the way pin-up models like to do. He liked his partners to have a bit more on their bones, like a tummy he could bite, an ass to grab and hold. Knox was all knees and elbows and horns.

He could see she was back to being uncomfortable and he couldn’t have that. She’d said it herself; she’d consented to this. He wasn’t looking to have sex with someone uncomfortable. She sold him twenty-four hours of whatever he wanted. Knox hadn’t thought about what he wanted exactly but he wanted her fiery nature, not her worry and concern. He didn’t deal in people, and he wasn’t about to start dealing in unwanted fucks.

No, she was gonna ask for it, and he was going to revel in seeing her beg for it.

Breaking the silence, he nudged her with his knee. She jumped again, glancing at him anxiously. He spoke, “So, Rick.”

“Rick,” she sighed heavily. “I mean, it’s not good to speak ill of the dead.”

“Seeing as you stabbed him, however,” Knox prodded.

“I did—it was personal. My sister and him met up over five years ago, they have a one-night stand, she gets knocked up, he does the wrong thing by asking her to marry him. Then fucks everything else up in her life. Every time she’s taking a step forward, he dragged her back. So, yeah,” she snapped her full attention to him. “It was personal.”

“You’re twins, correct?” He softened his shoulders, slouching more.

“You did your homework.” She mimicked his body language.

“I don’t do anything without every outcome planned for.” He winked at her, reveling in her angry shiver.

“Oh please,” she sneered.

“What?” he chuckled, grinning broadly once more. She glared at him. He wiggled his brows suggestively.

“You couldn’t have known I would offer this! I didn’t even know I would offer this!” She tossed her arms out with a huff. He held onto his silence, watching her brew across from him in the seat. Her lips pursed as she seethed. “You’re a filthy liar.”

“Well, maybe I didn’t imagine you would intercede. I also didn’t imagine you would kill Rick. I was kind of looking forward to doing that for myself.” He brushed the hair from his face. That’s when he realized one of his gloves was still on the floor of that rotten cabin. Damn,and they were nice gloves too.He peeled the other one off his palm.

“Mmm,sounds personal.” She made multiple childish faces.

“You know, normally I don’t allow anyone to talk to me like this,” he snorted, sitting up straighter.

“Well, how many women do you contract to have sex with you?” She stuck her tongue out at him.

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