Deal with the Devil

3. Chapter two

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 eyed fiend. 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 were completely honest, 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 was fiendishly good 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?”

“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! Am not! 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.”

“I’m already in trouble,” she whined.

“Mmm, not yet.” Knox swiped his fingers across her slit, and she shivered. The warm, gooey chuckle of his against her ear made it near impossible to move. He reached back and grabbed something. Then the fucking water bottle was back in her hands. Plus a second one .

“Oh, so you want me to pee like a horse!” She snorted, struggling to get out of his grip. Part of her didn’t want to, part of her knew better than to linger.

His charming cackle as he let her go did damage to her composure as he took up another water bottle of his own. “I’m a fan of being drenched, sure.”

Knox led her from the kitchen after she finished off her starting water bottle. Painfully slow, he made her take steady sips that only made the intense look in his eyes worse. You hate this guy, remember, he was going to hurt Penny .

Which reminded her, as she tossed her empty bottle in the trash. The swinging kitchen doors behind them, she spoke up. “Penny’s home, right?”

“Hmm?” He pulled out his phone from his pocket and sent a text. They stopped in the middle of the foyer while he stared at the screen. She worried if asking it again would result in a bad answer, so she waited. No matter her rage or horny thoughts, she needed to know Penny was home safe. A small ding went off in his hand and he gave a quick nod. Knox twisted the phone screen toward her, and she saw Penny at the front door with Brayden, her nephew. A sigh of relief ripped through her as she leaned into Knox’s arm. The pair were pictured in front of Penny’s humble one-story home. Amelia would know those atrocious peony flowerbeds anywhere.

“Thank you.”

“No need, it’s a part of the deal. And so far, you’ve held up yours.” He poked his phone back in his pocket. The centaur from before sauntered up to the pair. “Denver, could you have one of the housekeepers run a hot bath, and have new clothes set out for Ms. Armstrong.”

She snorted, “why?”

The centaur raised both brows high enough they nearly rocketed off his face. Yet, Knox seemed incredibly tickled pink. He smirked at her over his shoulder. “Because, at some point, you and I will need to eat something. And as much as I will devour your pussy with abandon, I do use table manners at the dinner table. Which includes wearing, at the very least, pants.”

Amelia eyed him. “You’re so strange.”

“How was that strange?” He scoffed, tossing a handout to his side with his eyebrows knitted down on his face.

She wanted to tell him, correct him, and remind him that normal people didn’t offer to just eat people with abandon. Maybe that’s just everyone I’ve slept with. She looked away, not wanting to get into it in front of Denver, who looked incredibly uncomfortable with the conversation. That’s when her gaze landed on the maze of hallways. From the foyer, she could see networks of channels within the house, illuminated with orange light as the sun set around them. It was getting late. This was it; she was here, and she was his. There was no escaping it.

“Don’t even think of it,” he teased, taking her water from her. She let it go without a fight.

Amelia returned her attention to him, face pinched in confusion. “Think of what?”

Denver had collected items from Knox’s pockets before bowing his head and leaving them to their strange squabbling.

“Running.” There was a look in his eyes that told her, he was thinking of it. She hadn’t been thinking of running. What fool would try to run? She didn’t know where they were, and the man had acres full of who knows what. She’d seen horses and a shit ton of goons. They were everywhere. She’d likely get a foot out the door before being ripped back inside. Plus, there was the deal to consider. If she tried to back out of the contract, she had no idea what he’d take as payment. Not just Penny, but…that’s how magic contracts were, they all came with a heavy price. Knox chuckled darkly, ripping her out of her trance. He twisted toward her, taking up her chin between his forefinger and thumb. “The house is a maze and we’ve hardly seen a quarter of it. So many hallways and rooms that lead to other hallways, you’d surely get lost. But, let’s say you do get outside, where would you go? I have acres of grass then acres of woods, you wouldn’t get far. Besides…when I catch you, because I will catch you, I’ll simply fuck you wherever I find you for running. So, best not to tempt fate. Be a good pet and do as your told.”

His purple eyes bore through her. He was practically begging her to do it. Amelia spent her whole life reading between the lines of books. She knew he was salivating over the idea of chasing her down.

Didn’t he already get his fill? Besides…he didn’t actually catch her the last time, she made the mistake of trying to take cover…she wouldn’t take that chance again. But…it’s not breaking the contract if that’s what he wanted her to do, right?

He wanted a chase? Fucking fine, she’d give him a chase. His mistake.

He let go of her chin, turning toward the stairs. Before he said another word, she bolted for it. A gazelle at top speed, she ran for the first hallway. His wicked laugh followed her down the hall. “Good pet, I’ll give you five seconds. Let’s see how fast you run.”

Was it wrong to feel a sharp tingle between her legs as she zipped around a corner? Staff and random strangers jumped out of the way as she scrambled down the halls rapidly. One after the other, she desperately searched for the back wall. She could find a back door once she found a wall. However, every hall only brought her deeper into the house. How fucking big is this place? He wasn’t lying when he called it a maze.

She elbowed her way past two elves in chefs jackets and bolted down a new hallway. There were shrieks of surprise and the echo of “Sir?” that followed her. Her heart was in her throat, beating against her tongue. Amelia could taste her panic. It tasted like excitement . Amelia’s legs stung from their life or death run earlier. However, now she ignored the prickling pain in her muscles to fly down another hallway. A single guard stood at the end, guarding a glass archway. A greenhouse . The way out was before her and she didn’t care, she was getting out.

The guard eyed her with bewildered suspicion, stuck in between the glass entryway and a bull coming to knock him clear of it. Before he could put hands on her, she dropped into a slide. Her flipflops were lost in the transaction as he grabbed for her. Amelia scrambled to her feet. Clawing against the tinted glass walls, she flew into the greenhouse. A pixie and a human were watering the plants. Both screamed bloody murder as she bound over a plant box and barreled through them to the door. She didn’t have time to be polite or apologize.

Besides, they worked for her enemy.

Amelia was at the door, shouldering it open when she caught sight of him. Knox flew into the greenhouse doorway. His eyes were blown wide with a primal hunger aimed directly at her. “There you are, pet, you sure are fast.”

“Just wait till I’m outside!” She tossed her words at him as the door creaked open. The hinges were rusty and stiff, but they gave way, and she was free. Her bare feet slapped against the concrete steps down into the yard. However, delightful grass tickled the bottom of her feet as she ran for the tree lines. Staff cleared out of her way, watching with baffled expressions as she flew past them. Clearly running in nothing but Knox’s trench coat, blue ponytail whipping behind her, she soared. The trees were within reach.

Amelia might not be a ballerina, but she was the shortest girl in a boxing class full of minotaurs, orcs, and other people three times her size. She had to be fast. Amelia bound over a log, the rush of freedom licking her insides.

It all came crashing down as someone snatched her by the ponytail. She cried out, feet ripped out from under her. Another hand had ahold of the back of his jacket. She fell, face first, into the grass. Knox dropped on top of her, forcing her to look to the left. Her cheek was stained by the yard. Fingers curling in the earth, toes digging, she tried to claw her way out from under him. He stretched her hands above her head and locked her wrists together. His cane was pressed against her, and glittering magic swarmed her hands. The long, glossy black metal was warped into unforgiving black cuffs that were exactly the size of her wrists. A metal fox head topped her bound wrists, the rest of the cane used as a spike to ground her. She tugged for all she was worth and found it didn’t give. He caught her.

“Fuck,” she hissed, thrashing back and forth beneath him.

“Now, pet, what did I say would happen when I caught you?” His dark, wicked delight bounced around her head. She glanced up, given just a moment to search for anyone who might save her. All of his staff stood frozen in place, just staring. Then he pushed her cheek back against the grass and she was truly screwed…or…she would be.

“That you’d fuck me where you found me.”

The bottom of his trench coat was flipped up around her shoulders. “You gave a good chase,” he teased, pressing his knees between her wet thighs. “I hope you enjoyed it.”

The worst part was, as she heard his belt being loosened and felt her legs were spread even wider, she did enjoy it. And he knew it. His fingers stroking the evidence along her slit. He hummed in appreciation before spreading her cunt with two fingers. There was no fingering her, no toying with her pussy, no light brushes. He’d told her when he caught her, he’d fuck her…and there was one thing she was beginning to learn about Knox: he was a man of his word.

A cock, long and stiff, speared into her. She groaned, eyes rolling back into her head. Her insides fluttered happily. He wasn’t girthy or stretching, but he definitely pressed deep into the cavity of her cunt. She clenched around him, eager for more . Wanting more of him, needing more of him; this is what she didn’t get in the car. His fingers had been delightful, working her into a frenzy. He was a master with them, but when he knocked his hips back and thrust into her a second time, the ache from deep inside of her was filled. His hips pressed into her backside, he rocked into her sharply. Her knees scraped against the grass, shifting to lift her hips off the ground.

“Such a good pet, ass up for me. Finally getting the cock you worked so hard for?” The hand that had pressed against the side of her head left to grab the front of her thighs. He spread her legs further, thrusting faster into her. “You want this?”

“Yes,” she confessed.

“Beg for it, pet, show me how much you want this cock.”

The embarrassment for being fucked, ass up, face down in the grass was no longer in her mind. If it had ever been there. She cried out, knowing better now. Knox liked his ego stroked. He liked the control, and he liked her begging. And Amelia liked the tingling that it sent up into her core as she cried out, “Please, fuck me harder. Knox, I want your cock, please, give it to me, give me more.”

The sharp slap of his palm against her ass was nowhere near the mind-wiping bliss of him fucking her into oblivion. Amelia normally wasn’t a penetration orgasm person. She hardly found release in it alone. It was delightful, and it certainly got her close. But it was the touch she desired. Her clit, her nipples, his fingernails scraping up her spine and raking into her ponytail, fisting her hair to the point of white spots filling her eyes, that’s what sent her over the edge. Her already live wire of a clit sparked with desire as he wrenched her face back from the earth.

Welp, guess everyone didn’t want to stick around for the show. The yard was empty of all but her and the fiend rearranging her insides. He pounded away at her cunt, sending her pussy into overdrive. Her walls clamped around him like a vice grip. He chuckled darkly, “Such a good pet, will you come for me? Will you show me how much you like my cock? You worked so hard for this, you might as well enjoy the fruits of your labor. Amelia, be a good pet, and come for me.”

Like she needed to be told twice.

Whatever build she was ascending before was accelerated when something slender and almost leathery slithered between them. A tail. His tail. It curled around her clit with its skinny length and spun. His tail teased her exactly as he had in the car. Her world turned into a tilt-a-whirl. Drunk off his cock and pleasure, she broke. Cold, harsh bliss washed over her. The slapping sound of his hips against her was made louder by the slick between them. Wet sounds of his body meeting hers eagerly as he fucked her through her orgasm.

His tail didn’t let go of her clit. Instead, keeping her on that sharp edge of pain and pleasure, nearly over stimulated, her walls continued to milk him desperately.

“You want my cum too, don’t you. You’re milking me like you want it.”

“Please,” she shrieked.

“Beg for it.”

Shocker, should have seen that coming. Amelia didn’t have time to be snarky or bite back. The future of her pussy and what little sanity she had left were on the line as she screamed for him. “Knox, come in me. I want you to fill me. Please, I want you, give it to me.”

“My good, little, obedient pet,” His purr devastated her insides as she dropped into the grass. His tail let go of her clit and he thrust into her one last time. Warmth, a gooey center, she was nothing but a puddle of cum and limp limbs. Amelia panted for air as he rutted into her. They stayed tangled in each other’s bodies for a long time. At some point, she’d wrapped her legs around his. His palms ran up her ass and across her back. Steady, heavy pressure against her tense muscles, he released her from the knife’s edge fully. The cane popped out into its regular length, dropping into the grass before her fingers.

His cock slipped out, lazily pressing against her backside as he stretched over her. He manually brought her hands down, closer to her face. Rubbing her wrists in gentle circles, he whispered in her ear. “Feel better now?”

She spat the singular blade of grass that had penetrated her mouth to the ground. “Me? You’re the one who needed the fuck.”

“Amelia,” he warned playfully, nipping the shell of her ear.

“I—” She exhaled heavily. Did she feel better? She pushed up onto her elbows. This was what fucking him was like—a teasing nickname, games, making her beg for it, fluffing his ego, a little degradation with a little praise. Did that make her feel better? She could absolutely withstand twenty-three hours of this. She hoped they wouldn’t keep doing it in the grass…but she’d had worse stains on her knees. “Yes, I feel better.”

She wasn’t worried he was going to gut her like a fish and hang her by the toes anymore. She was, however, worried that she’d end up liking him by the end of it. If he wasn’t so fucking charming and good at biting back, maybe she’d stand a chance. Amelia was worried by the end of this, it wasn’t only cum she’d be full of…