Page 7 of Deal with the Devil

“Good, actually, I’m a fan of the author’s unbridled feminine rage.” He shrugged nonchalantly.

“I’d heard that the romance in it is pretty good too.” She studied his face, ready to bite off his head for his opinion.

But, instead, he gave her the most infuriating answer, “I do like the two love interests Jayla and Reinfield, not Kallen though. But I fear the miscommunication in the book is going to ruin it and thus, leaving us with a turbulent relationship for book two.”

Damnit.She puffed out her cheeks, stomping away from the desk and toward the door.Even his book opinions are good.Amelia couldn’t allow herself to like him. If she liked him, she’d do something silly like catch feelings. This was a business deal. He was a mob boss, or worse. She studied his type when doing research for her latest novel. They didn’t do romance. Knox was only here for sex, crooked deals, and money. She couldn’t let herself be fooled.

“Where next?” She pushed open the door, him already on her heels.

“It would behoove us to go to the kitchen.” He took her by the arm and led her off into the eastern side of his house. In a round room tucked away from everything, there was a pantry the size of Penny’s guest bathroom, a fridge, a potbellied oven, and stove, and two cute barstools pressed against a kitchen island. He left her by the counter and ripped open the fridge.

For the first time since she’d sealed the deal, so to speak, she glanced down at her contract. A magic contract often had a physical representation. Much like on his right hand, hers had a circular tattoo burned against her flesh. It looked like she’d stamped her hand with fiendish calligraphy. Cheekily, she tried to rub it.Nothing. No matter the pressure, the tattoo did not move.

“It will fade when the contract is up.” He stepped away from the fridge and handed her a water bottle colder than a frost covered snow cap. She nearly dropped it in shock. Amelia was forced to snatch it from him. He chuckled, “Drink.”

“Here, we go.” She rolled her eyes.

“If you weren’t so obedient, I wouldn’t tell you what to do so much,” he teased. Her stomach twisted in uncomfortable, hot knots. Pussy throbbing once more, she wrenched the cap off the bottle and tossed it back. Immediately, he grabbed her and forced her to stop, taking it away. “Slowly.”

“I know how to drink water, asshat,” she spat.

He arched a brow.

She scowled, lowering her voice, “Sorry, I know how to drink water, Knox.”

“Better.” He put the bottle back in her hand. “If you gulp it down while it’s this cold, you’ll turn your stomach and if I intend to spend the evening rearranging your guts, you can’t twist them up like that.”

She stuck her tongue out at him. Unfortunately for her, he caught her tongue between his forefinger and thumb. A hint of her cum, leather gloves, and something akin to paper filled her tastebuds. He held her on the edge of pure terror, her tongue caught in his trap, before letting her go gently. Amelia stepped back, taking a slow, obedient sip.

Knox chuckled, “Good pet.”

“Good pet,” she mimicked into her water bottle. Amelia dodged his advance this time, dancing around the island. Wicked delight sparkled in his eyes as he studied her from across the island counter. After a long moment of silence thick enough to choke on, he took a swig of his own water. She decided it was worth her own sanity to speak. “Why do you want me to drink water?”

“Well, it doesn’t take a genius to know you were already dehydrated. Hours out in the salty lake, then a chase through the forest. And if you’re going to come for me as often as I desire, you’re going to need to hydrate. I like my pussy dripping wet, So, slow and steady sips, please.”

Amelia licked her lips, glaring at him petulantly.Why…why did he…make it make sense.She took another sip before asking. “Why do you want me to come so much? You got a kink or something?”

His head tossed back, and an annoyingly attractive laugh bounced around the kitchen.Even his fucking evil cackle is hot. Fuck him.That’s the point.Shut up!Even the voices in her head were annoyed as she took another snarky sip.

“No, just a preference,” he laughed.

“I don’t get you,” she sighed, shaking her head.

“What’s not to get?” Knox leaned over the counter. The dangling lights over their heads made the purple in his skin stand out more. His horns were glossy like an oil slick. “If you’re not begging for it, screaming my name, or worse, then where’s the fun?”

“Yeah, well—” her mouth ran dry, and she took another sip. His little snort made her eye twitch. “You could have gotten your rocks off in the car, but someone’s a little sensitive about being stabbed.”

“I’ve been stabbed before, Amelia, it’s not fun.” His laugh was bubbling, nearly infectious, as he shook his head. “And I’ve seen how mean you are with a knife, I’m rather fond of not getting it to the neck, thank you. Are you pouting because I didn’t fuck you? Is that what this little temper tantrum is about?”

She scoffed, nearly dropping the bottle. “I! Amnot!Pouting!”

The nerve! As if she’d be pouting for not getting fucked? He was the one who missed out. She’d been the one who orgasmed hard enough to see stars! So, what if it left her wanting more?So, what if, for a moment there, she would have gladly bounced on his lap for hours? That was…that was… She blinked rapidly, frustration and unbridled rage nearly making her foam at the mouth.

“For someone not pouting, your lower lip sure is stuck out.”

Amelia roared with frustration, stomping away from the island counter. She got, maybe, five steps from it before a body was behind her and she was trapped in his arms. One hand cupped her rib cage, the other, however, was already between the layers of the coat. He had ahold of her by the cunt and she knew if she moved, it was over. He’d have two fingers deep in her and she’d melt like chocolate over an open flame. Her legs tensed.Please, her insides pleaded for him to do it.Touch me again.

“Shall I bend you over the counter? Do you really want it that bad?” His lips brushed the shell of her ear, and she fell back into him. He held her firmly against his chest. “That bad mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble, pet.”

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