Page 5 of Deal with the Devil

“I didn’t say sex.” Knox watched as her whole composure broke apart. She flinched, realization and cold, confused horror washing over her features. He chuckled darkly, “For your information, you are the first deal of this…persuasion, I’ve made. Like I said, I don’t deal in people. However, your deal was very appealing to me. The contract is you belong to me for twenty-four hours. If I want you to sit on my lap while I wax poetic about sail boats, then guess what you’re about to do?”

“Sit like a pretty princess on your knee while listening to you wax poetic about sail boats?” She grimaced, a layer of disgust settling on her face.

He barked with laughter, “Good pet. Now, about my personal vendetta against Rick…”

There was a sparkle in her eyes as she listened to him start from the beginning. It was the start of something. He didn’t know what…but it was something. And fuck, did he like it.

“We’re here sir,” Johncalled through the partition.

“Thank you, me and my guest are going to stay a little longer,” Knox announced, glancing at Amelia. She scowled at him harder, sinking into the seat more. With an impish grin, he returned his attention to the human behind the wheel of his vehicle. “We’ll be inside momentarily.”

John rolled up the partition and left the pair alone in the car. Knox sat back in the seat, stretching his legs out before him, and cracking his shoulders simultaneously. Amelia was watching him with that prey-like stare that hinted at more bite than shelet on. She might not be in control, but he knew what she was capable of and how fast she was capable of doing it. Strange, he hadn’t found anything in her profile or social media that gave him that idea. His cursory glance at the sister of his target showed nothing quite as feral as she’d been with that rusty knife.

“Why are we sitting here?” she finally asked, sitting up straight.

“I was enjoying our conversation; I didn’t want it to end.” He flashed her a toothy grin. That signature eye twitch entertained him endlessly.

“Wow,” she let out a judgmental huff, rolling her eyes in tandem. “You must be really lonely, buddy.”

Knox lurched across the seat, enjoying her body freezing in place. Hovering over her, an arm across her body to cup the side of her knee, the other hand at the nape of her neck, he could feel her pulse. He could taste the sun block on his tongue as he breathed in the fresh scent of lake water on her skin. Knox whispered directly into her ear. “Maybe I am lonely, Amelia. Maybe it’s so very lonely at the top. Maybe that’s why I took your wicked deal, my pet.”

She shivered hard in his hands, eyes clenched closed. He let out a soft breath against the shell of her ear. Her body melted, goosebumps breaking out across the sides of her arms and across her thighs. This close, he could feel every muscle of hers tense and twitch. Scraping his teeth against her ear lobe, he tugged until she leaned into him. Lips brushing against her jaw, down her throat, he relished the heavy thump of her heartbeat within her jugular.

“Oh no, poor thing,” he croaked, knowing exactly what he wanted now. Cock pressed hard against the front of his pants, he shifted his legs against the leather seats. Then, with a sharp tug, he ripped her toward him. She dropped into his lap hard, and he groaned. The pressure of her cunt against him, her hands flyingto his shoulders to steady herself, a wash of delightful pleasure rolled over him. Amelia shivered to the point of trembling. He plucked at the fabric tied at the base of her neck. The only piece of fabric keeping her chest from his vision. “Poor thing, you’re shivering so hard. You must be so cold in these damp clothes.”

Her lips parted, breathing heavy as he brought her face close to his. Their lips brushed and electricity ran the length of his nervous system. Every inch of his flesh was a live wire, needy for every scrape of her body. Her nails curled around the lapels of his coat and his cock twitched. She settled fully into his lap and his stomach twisted in knots.

“Let me fix that for you,” he murmured against her mouth, tasting her hot breath as it tickled the top of his tongue. The thin, stretchy fabric snapped open with little convincing. He grinned, pulling his lips from her by an inch. She leaned into him, and he toyed with her. Brush for brush, never fully kissing her, leaving her nerves frayed. Then, he gathered her top in a bunch of fabric at the small of her back and tugged. Her arms went and he tossed the flimsy fabric away from him. Every inch from her belly button to her collarbone was broken out in prickled flesh. His attention dropped down her torso, memorizing every slope, every line, every hidden freckle, even the color of her nipples. They were rock hard, tiny pebbles he could pop in his mouth.

Knox ran his hands down her side to the top of her bottoms. Recognition lit up her eyes as she followed his gaze to her waist. His thumbs slid under the hem and popped it against her skin. She said nothing as he slid the fabric down her hips till she was forced to sit up and off his lap. He tugged them, easing her knees out of them with his guiding hands until they fell off her ankles behind her.

His gaze roamed up to meet hers, knowing she could see it in him. The hunger, the desire, the delight; it burned in him like the fires from once he was born. She sank down into his lap, neverbreaking their locked stare. He leaned forward, noses touching and tasting her breath again. He smiled as her eyes fluttered shut, her mouth searching for his. Once again, he toyed with her. Just as she laid her hands against his chest again, he tossed his jacket off his shoulders. Her eyes ripped open, watching him with sharp confusion as he whipped the fabric off his body much like a magician does a tablecloth. A simple spell, really, but he liked seeing her trying to understand it. Her eyebrows knitted as she stared at the thick, wool trench coat he turned toward her. Slowly, arm by arm, he draped it around her shoulders.

“There.” He grabbed her by the lapels of his coat and wrenched her forward. Their lips smashed together. He devoured the gasp of surprise and swallowed his own groan of delight. Her fingers scraped against his vest, curling around the fabric. Hips rutting against his, warmth soaked through his pants into his lap. Their kiss was nasty. Teeth clinking together, pulling at each other’s lips, tasting the hint of bubbly soda from earlier, they pushed and pulled each other. Knox sank his hands into the coat, wrapping around her. When he grabbed ahold of her ass, she shivered. His fingernails scraping up across the flesh, he relished her thighs tightening around his hips. “Hmm, poor thing, you’re still cold?”

She shook her head, panting for air against his mouth.

“You’re still shivering like a leaf in the wind,” he snickered, snatching her bottom lip between his teeth and tugging on it. She whimpered as he let it go. “I wonder…there must still be something wet on you still.”

“What?” she rasped, blinking rapidly.

He dug his nails in and ran them down the back of her thighs. Her shivers returned with a vengeance while he raked his fingers up the front of her thighs. As his hands landed at her apex, her body melted into his touch once more. He cupped her cunt, tracing her slit with a single finger.There it is.A wicked smirkpainted his face. Desire and need coated his fingertip as he ran it along the seam of her cunt. “Very wet, poor thing; you need warming up.”

Her head flopped back, hips bucking against his touch, as he slipped his forefinger through her warmth that third time. Arms trembling, she held onto him for dear life.Delicious.He found her clit within a moment, already out and begging for his touch. One circle and she inhaled sharply. Two circles and her toes curled as tight as the fist she had around his vest. He slipped a second finger in, circling her clit for a third time, and she was his.

Knox knew from the way she ripped forward and captured his mouth again. She was no longer letting him toy with her. Amelia dropped his vest to cup his face, bringing his mouth to hers over and over as he worked her clit into a frenzy. It didn’t take long before her hips were rutting against him too viciously he was forced to grab her with one hand and sink his fingers deep inside her with the other. Soaked down to his knuckles, he thrust his fingers into her and curled around her walls. Thumb pressed against her clit, he picked up his speed to keep with her needy movement.That’s it, give me all of you, give in to me, be mine.

She let go of his face and he latched onto her throat. Tasting of sun and salt water, he ran his tongue along her jugular before sinking his teeth into her flesh.The bruise would last far longer than their contract.He reveled in giving her parting gifts.

“Knox,” she yelped, her fingernails clawing up into the back of his head. “Don’t stop.”

He chuckled, “I had not planned on it, pet.”

“Please, please, please,” she chanted, riding him hard.

“You want to come, pet?” he purred against her pulse.

“Yes, please, Knox,” she babbled.

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