Page 6 of Deal with the Devil

“Beg for it.” He pulled back from her throat, sitting back in the seat. Keeping a steady pace, pressing into her spongey walls,he held her on a knife’s edge. She tried to rock him deeper, and he only slipped his digits from her warmth. Amelia gasped.Come on, beg for it, give me your desire.He watched her face expectantly.

“Knox,” she exhaled, bucking against him. His thumb kept her clit agitated but his fingers played with the drenched lips of her pussy.

“Beg for it, pet.”

“I thought you hadn’t planned on stopping?” she spat back.

“I love your naughty mouth, pet.” He chuckled, slowing his thumb to a stop.But he was not one to let bad behavior go.A long whine came out of her throat. Arching a single brow, he studied her needy expression. “I can do this all day, but you won’t come unless you beg for it.”

Recognition filled her eyes as she inhaled sharply through her nose. “Please, Knox, I want it, make me come.”

He slammed his fingers back into her, using his digits digging into her side to pull her down onto his hand more firmly. Her face exploded in red as she bucked in tandem with his fingers. “Such a good, obedient pet.”

“Please, don’t stop, please, make me come, please,” she continued, the words falling off her reddened lips.

Knox leaned forward, taking hold of one her hardened nipples and tasting the sun on her skin once more. She engulfed him in her arms clawing at his back as she wound her orgasm tightly around his fingers. Then, with a moan against the top of his head, her coil snapped. Walls rapidly opening and closing around his fingers like she could milk him of every drop, her orgasm washed down his fingers and spread into his lap. He fucked all of her that he could out of her cunt, making sure she rode every crash and wave of her orgasm. Desire and release coated his hand before she finished, and when he pulled away, his fingers shimmered with her.

“There, you should be all warmed up now.” He brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking the tangy release off his digits with ease. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. Eyes blown wide, mouth ajar an inch, she was a delectable vision. Red blotches in her cheek, burning blush down her chest, even her stomach was reddened. Her hands slid down from his hair, across his chest and stomach. He stopped her with a gentle hand before she got to his belt. Tsking, he shook his head. “Not yet, pet. I don’t fuck in cars. Gets guys like me stabbed; you understand.”

She glared at him in disbelief and blatant confusion. However, he didn’t sit there to enjoy her post-orgasmic rage. He busied himself with closing his coat around her and tying it shut with the wool belt. With a cheeky wink, he grabbed the door latch and popped it open.

“Out you go, pet, I want you to see your new home for the next twenty-three hours.” And they stepped out into the setting sun.

Chapter two:

Amelia

Whatever she imagined Knox,the fiend mob boss, used as a house was not what she saw. It was a three-story tall farmhouse drenched in black paint with long wooden fences that framed acres of land. They must have left the city; she didn’t know where this would be within the city limits.This bitch has like twenty acres, for sure.The house had three balconies all with varying levels of black ivy lattice and flower baskets. People bustled back and forth. Between a car garage where vintage vehicles were being worked on to the horse barn where chickens clucked around the ankles of stallions, the house was alive with people. They walked up a gravel walkway, her flip flops kicking up tiny rocks into the back of her calves. He held her hand like they were some cutesy couple walking up to their newlywed suite. She tried not to let it waver her confidence.

Kinda hard to do that when your legs are wet noodles and he’d stirred your insides with his fingers like a blender.Amelia had a slew of good lays. She’d played the field. Even her last fuck, a pleasant couple that she’d played sandwich games with, hadn’t made her come nearly as hard as Knox, the purple eyedfiend. Her ankles were weak, and she was sure she looked drunk next to him. It only made him more smug. The smirk on his lips couldn’t even be slapped off if she tried.

Massive barn doors opened to the front of the house and two men in black jeans and t-shirts bowed to Knox. They both had wands on their waist bands and metal knuckles around their fingers. Knox led her into a wide foyer where two stairs crisscrossed at the back, a pair of swinging doors to her left, and a maze of hallways beyond her.

“Welcome home, sir.” A centaur in a stylish blouse and spats for his hooves stepped out from a room toward the back left. “And…Ms.?”

“This is Ms. Armstrong,” Knox motioned at her, tugging her another step into the room. “Where to start, ah, here is the best place to start.”

He pushed open a pair of sliding barn doors to a long but skinny room packed full of bookshelves. Her eyebrows shot up to her hair line as she brushed past him into the study. A single desk was at the center with two long, leather couches draped in throw blankets.

“One of my offices,” he explained, stepping into the room. Amelia, not wanting to be that person, kept her face emotionless. That was until he snapped his fingers and a roaring fire lit up the far side wall.

Okay, that’s fucking cool. Amelia shamelessly swooned.Book worm, always dropping your panties for a guy with a library.The room was ruby and dark green in color pallet. The walls were cherrywood with velvet green accents, the couches and desk ruby, and the shelves were all red with golden flecks. He had a sea of leather-bound tomes. As she went further into the room, she found more modern books till she saw a book from the bestseller’s list on the top of his desk.Fucking jackwagon, he reads?

“You read?” she grumbled to herself, poking at the book she’d heard nothing but good things about.

“Avidly, yes.” He stepped to his desk and planted his ass directly onto the wood near her hand. She had half a thought to spank him. However, she imagined that any recourse she had against him would result in double for her. Despite his promise not to hurt her, she didn’t trust him. Amelia wrote about people like Knox for a living.Not much of a living, but hey, she was getting her humble beginnings somewhere.“I understand you’re also a big reader. A bookstore clerk, huh?”

She sneered at him, “Lemme guess, you make it your business to know everyone’s business?”

He chuckled, rolling his eyes. “You make it really hard to have pleasant conversations.”

“Is it hard or am I just giving you what you dish out?” she rebutted, crossing her arms over the jacket covering her naked body. If she werecompletelyhonest, she liked the feel of it against her flesh. It itched in a good way, making every patch of her flesh crave pressing it against something. Amelia was a touch person. And he’d exposed her love of toying when he’d teased her in the car, their lips touching but never kissing.She loved that shit.But she hated him. Amelia couldn’t let the wires get crossed. Sex was one thing, but Knox was not a good guy. She couldn’t trust him with anything.

“Do I really look that cliché?” He eyed her.

She pouted, eliciting that same shit-eating grin that drove her wild and up a wall at the same time. Knox wasfiendishlygood looking. She hated his sharp cheekbones and defined jawline. She hated his stupid little dimples. She hated his pretty, greasy hair that was ruffled from making out with her.

Instead of answering him, she glanced down at the book and poked it again. “How is it?”

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