Page 52 of Deal with the Devil

“I’ll go home,” she cried, the hot tears still spilling down her cheeks.

“And when I tell you to run?” He bit down onto her ear lobe.

“I run.” Amelia gasped as he ripped out of her, flipped her over like a sack of flour, and tossed her ankles onto his shoulders. Herarms were still bound behind her, but he already had her hips hoisted off the ground. He slammed back into her, making stars form in her vision.

Knox kissed and nipped at her bloody calves. Amelia hissed as he stroked his long, forked tongue against the cuts in her skin. They all healed but the sting made her wince. Despite the pain of him tormenting her wounds and the pressure of her arms behind her back, her clit was alive. A frayed wire, sparking and demanding attention. Her orgasm built in her belly, ready to claim her life when he finally let her cross over into bliss.

For the first time, Knox actively sought his own release first. She knew it. The way he snapped his hips into her, the direction and speed, all of it was the way he liked it. This was for him.Was her punishment that he wouldn’t let her come? After everything he put her through?Yet, she couldn’t voice her frustration as every time she opened her mouth, his name or a garbled moan fell out.

Knox snarled her name as he pounded his hips against her viciously. He broke with a shudder. Knox bit down onto her left ankle as he spilled ropes of his warm cum. Amelia felt every splash of it against her walls. Her blood was cold, but her cunt was burning, filled to the brim with him. She greedily gulped down air as he slowed to a stop.

The forest stood still as they stared at each other.

He spoke first, breaking the tense bubble around them. “I wouldneverhurt you.”

“I’m sorry,” she croaked.

“You were afraid I’d hurt you, that I would devour you when you’d not earned it,” he spat with disgust. His cock fell from her warmth, letting him dribble from her abused cunt.

“Yeah, but then I fought back.” She struggled to free herself from his grip, but he snatched her by the collar. Amelia turned to stone.

“And? As if you’re fighting back would change anything? Did you forget I agreed to your exchange the first time after watching you stab Rick in the neck with a rusty knife? Or did you forget that Ipromised youthat I wouldn’t hurt you.”

“Why are you angry with me! You’re the one who needed to chase and fuck me after murdering someone!” The words tore out of her and left her flayed alive. Amelia’s arms were untied, and her legs dropped to the earth from his shoulders.

He grabbed her by the ring on her collar and brought her face up to his. “You knew what I was when you gave yourself to me. Don’t fool yourself into thinking I am anything but a monster. But I’myourmonster, Amelia.”

Knox cocked his head to the right, staring her down and Amelia sat there. Drenched in his cum and her own sweat, still bleeding on the back of her hand and exhausted…yet still sexually frustrated. Her face twisted up angrily. He was right and it pissed her off. Knox was her monster now. She’d known it was a bad idea but did it anyway. Amelia Armstrong dove in headfirst knowing things could and probably would get ugly.

She’d made her bed and now she was lying in it…who was she kidding into thinking things wouldn’t get messy.

“Finally, you’re not afraid anymore,” he huffed, sitting back on his calves.

“Fuck you,” she spat.

“I did.” He cocked a singular brow. She scowled, her left eye twitching with ire. Amelia scrambled to her feet, snatching her leather strap as she did. Knox climbed to his feet. “Are you going to keep up the attitude, or can I make you come now?”

Amelia crossed her arms under her chest. “I don’t want it now.”

He snickered, “Yes you do, come here, pet.”

She didn’t even hesitate, the words falling out of her mouth. “Yes, Sir.”

The look of absolute delight that filled his features, made her thighs clench together. He’d returned to his more relaxed expression, all the devilish magic gone like it’d never been there. But Amelia would always remember the way he looked. Like a cruel version of him painted by a maddened artist. Someone who stared into the void, and it stared back, driving them to paint something oddly familiar yet terrifying. Yet, it was her Knox, the regular Knox she back-talked and teased, who eased her back against a tree.

It was her Knox rubbing her burning slit and soothed her frenzied clit with tender touches. It was her Knox kissing her like she would break apart if he pressed too hard. It was her Knox who curled two fingers deep in her cum-soaked pussy and eased her back into an orgasm. He murmured against her mouth; lips curled with a devilish, smug delight. “Good pet, cum for me.”

“Yes, Sir,” she breathed, rocking her hips in tandem with his fingers. Amelia broke apart. Shivering and whimpering his name as he coaxed wave after wave of cool bliss from her. Wetness trailed down the inside of her legs as he didn’t let her stop coming until he’d wrung every drop from her body.

“I prefer when you’re not afraid,” he purred against her mouth. “I prefer when you’re defiant and fiery, when you’re almost daring me to catch you. As if you’re so confident I can’t, that you are begging me to prove you wrong.”

“But you feed on fear.” She blinked away the haze in her eyes as he tenderly stroked her cunt.

“I do…but I don’t…” he faltered, his mouth lingering open for a long time before he closed it.

“What?” She brushed fingers across his cheek, cupping his face.

“I never want to feed on your fear, Pet.” His gaze locked with hers and there was genuine pain in it. “I fed on your desire earlier, in the car. I’ve never done that, and it… It’s like tastingnectar from the gods, I never want to eat fear again. Not when I can have that. Not when I can have you.”

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