Chapter 9 Deal with the Devil (Adult Content 21+)

“You didn’t fire them, did you?” Sierra walked into Axton’s office after waiting for 15 minutes until the three women from the finance department left.

She had wanted to go in earlier but knew she couldn’t. She couldn’t argue with Axton while his employees were in the room.

“You don’t need to worry or care about them, Sierra. I’ll hire new employees if that’s what I need,” Axton said flatly.

“What?” Sierra couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Look, they won’t stop talking about rumors about me if I keep working with you. Honestly, it’s not entirely their fault, and I want to say that they’re not completely wrong about the things they’re saying about me.”

“So, you’re just going to stay quiet after they called you a slut?”

“They didn’t call me that—I admitted it myself. Do you think I’m not a slut after the deal we made?” Sierra almost laughed at herself for saying such a thing. But before she could, Axton grabbed both her arms and suddenly pushed her.

She was shocked by his actions. She realized her backside hit the edge of the desk, and she couldn’t step forward because Axton was standing right in front of her.

He held her hands behind her back and locked her body in place, leaving her unable to move.

The incident happened so quickly that Sierra didn’t know what to do.

“Axton,” she whispered softly, her voice almost like a breath in the air around them.

“Don’t you dare say that again, Sierra. We both know we hate what’s happening here.”

Sierra kept her head down. She tried to free her hands from Axton’s grip, but his hold was too firm for her to resist.

“The deal we made didn’t happen because you wanted it. It all happened because—”

“Whatever the reason, we made a deal. That means I wanted to gain something from both of you,” Sierra cut him off. “Especially from you because I needed the money to survive.”

“Seriously, Sierra?” Axton frowned deeply. “If Callie were here, she’d do far worse to those three women for speaking badly about you. Why are you so upset that I did it?”

Sierra bit her lip and shook her head briefly. “Because I don’t want that from you, damn it!” She struggled to free her hands, but Axton’s grip was too tight, leaving her helpless.

“Then what do you want from me?”

“Haven’t I already told you? I want your money.” Sierra furrowed her brows. “Give me money, and I’ll serve you; do everything you want with me. Besides carrying your child, you can use my body as long as you pay me. Isn’t it clear enough for you that I really am a slut?”

Axton shook his head in disbelief. “Is that really what you want?”

Sierra looked into his eyes with conviction.

The only thing she needed to do was convince Axton that she didn’t mind being called a whore or slut by others because that’s exactly what she had become. And to do that, she might need to strike another deal with this man—a deal with the devil.

“Yes.” She gave him a resolute look. “Apart from my deal with Callie, I’m offering you another deal. I’ll be your whore, and you can come to me whenever you want, but you have to pay me.”

Axton snorted briefly, giving her a mocking look. “You’ve gone this far just to defend those three women?”

“I’m doing this because this is who I am now.”

The sound of the intercom ringing startled them. Axton pressed the button on the side of his desk without releasing Sierra’s hands.

“Axton, I need access to the elevator to your office. Can you grant it?”

Sierra recognized the voice—it belonged to one of Axton’s friends who often came to the office to discuss business or their personal lives.

“You can use it, Damian. Bring coffee to my office,” Axton replied.

“What? Why don’t you ask Sierra? Isn’t she the one who usually prepares your coffee?”

“Sierra?” Axton turned his head to look at Sierra, who was still standing motionless, trying not to make any sound that Damian might hear. “Forget about her. Just bring the coffee here.”

After that, Axton disconnected the intercom, which was linked to the office’s main elevator. The elevator required special access, usually granted only to specific individuals, including Sierra, who had an office in front of Axton’s.

“Let me go,” she said, struggling to pull her hands free.

“Didn’t you just offer me a new deal?” Axton smirked. “We should be discussing that deal, shouldn’t we?”

Sierra was losing her patience. “What do you really want, Axton? I’ve made you an offer, and you can accept it whenever you want. There’s nothing to discuss about it. Just make sure no one knows about our deal.”

“Including Callie?”

Sierra didn’t understand why Axton was so difficult to handle as if he were playing games with her.

“Damian will be here soon, and I don’t want him to see what’s happening here, damn it.” She couldn’t believe she had cursed at Axton again, but she was truly losing control of herself.

“Answer my question, and our deal will begin after that.”

“Are you losing your mind?” Sierra felt as if her mind were counting down the seconds until Damian reached the office. Every passing second drove her closer to madness.

“Answer my question, Sierra. I’ll let you go afterward.”

“Shit!” She yanked at her hands, but as before, she couldn’t free herself.

“You only need to—”

“Yes!” She snapped her head up, locking eyes with Axton’s dark gaze. “Including Callie. She cannot know about this deal, and you can come to me whenever you want because I’ll be your whore. Is that enough?!”

She glanced toward the door in panic—hoping she still had a few seconds left.

“Now let me go, damn it!”

Just as the door began to open from the outside, Axton released her hands. She took the opportunity to shove him away, inhaling deeply before turning on her heel and walking away.

This is insane. Absolutely insane.

She shouldn’t have allowed herself to step into that office or strike another deal that would undoubtedly burn her in hell.

“Sierra,” Damian nodded politely as Sierra passed him.

Sierra didn’t stop walking, completely ignoring the man.

To hell with everything.

***

Sierra was still dwelling on everything that had happened by the time she got home.

Axton hadn’t fired the women as she had feared, but he had issued them a warning. Of course, that wouldn’t stop them from spreading nasty rumors about her. She was sure the gossip would only worsen over time, but she no longer cared.

When she arrived home that evening, Callie wasn’t there. The maid mentioned that Callie had gone out with some of her college friends.

Unlike Sierra, who had spent her university years studying and doing internships, Callie had more free time and maintained good relationships with many friends. Occasionally, Callie would invite Sierra to join her meetups, but she rarely accepted because of her busy schedule.

She wasn’t entirely sure how it happened, but she found herself in her bedroom with Axton.

And, of course, if the two of them were alone in a room, something crazy was bound to happen.

Sierra hated the thoughts racing through her mind, but she couldn’t find a reason to dislike what Axton was doing to her body.

When his fingers slipped beneath her panties, checking if she was ready, all she could do was moan loudly. She couldn’t do this the night before, but here in her room, she could. And Axton knew this all too well, driving him to move even more wildly.

With just the touch of Axton’s fingers, she completely lost her sanity—forgetting the fact that she was sleeping with her best friend’s husband.

“Ah! Ah!” Sierra clenched her legs together, earning a frustrated groan from Axton.

He pulled her pants down, and she helped him unbutton her shirt. Her work clothes fell to the floor, forgotten by both of them.

Her hands trembled as she helped Axton undress. She yanked off his tie, tossed it aside, then reached for his belt, undoing it with the same urgency.

“Do you want me to do that?” She looked up hesitantly, her hand brushing against Axton’s most intimate part.

If she did this, their encounter wouldn’t just be about trying to conceive a child. It would mean she was actively trying to satisfy Axton’s desires.

“Do you want to?” Axton countered, putting her in a difficult position.

Sierra knelt before him as he stood at the edge of the bed. Lowering her gaze, she tugged down his pants, freeing him.

For a moment, uncertainty gripped her. But Axton guided her hand, wrapping her fingers around him—moving her hand in slow, deliberate strokes.

Sierra couldn’t believe what she was doing. Her hand worked over him, eliciting deep, guttural groans from Axton.

It wasn’t just Axton’s touch that could make someone moan; she could do the same to him.

“It’s done, Sierra,” Axton murmured, halting her movements. His eyes burned with desire as they locked onto hers.

“Did I do something wrong?” She asked, furrowing her brows.

“I just don’t want to waste it when we’re trying to have a child.”

They were both completely naked now, and after the past few days, Sierra knew exactly what to do next.

She lay down, spreading her legs wide.

Normally, she would have felt ashamed of what she was doing—allowing Axton to see every inch of her body, especially after a long day at work when she hadn’t even cleaned herself. But her mind was too clouded to feel embarrassment.

When Axton pulled her legs closer, positioning her so her hips hung off the edge of the bed, she knew he was about to take her harder and rougher than before.

“Oh!” She wrapped her arms around herself, gasping in shock as Axton drove into her suddenly.

Axton’s body filled her, moving with a rhythm he controlled.

She couldn’t stop moaning, letting Axton grip her waist and thrust into her with unrelenting force.

Just as they were on the brink of climaxing together, Axton’s phone rang, breaking the moment.

Callie’s name appeared on the screen.

Axton reached for the phone and answered it immediately.

Sierra bit down on her arm, trying her hardest to stifle her moans as Axton didn’t stop moving inside her.

She felt like a cheap whore—servicing a client while he casually spoke to his wife.

“Yes, Callie?” Axton’s voice was husky and deep.

Sierra turned her face away, grabbing a pillow to cover her head, desperate not to hear her best friend’s voice over the phone.

“You're going home soon? Do I have to pick you up?”

Damn. The pillow on her head still couldn't stop her from listening to Axton's voice.

So, she threw the pillow away in annoyance and started to close her eyes when Axton sped up his movements, which had slowed down when Callie called him.

“Sierra?” He glanced at her, and she immediately shook her head when she found out what question Callie was asking her husband: “She came home on the bus, and I think she's in her room.”

“Yeah, I'll ask her. I don't know what happened to her cell phone. I'll tell her that you want to call her.”

Sierra held every moan to her lips, and she was tortured by it all. Her body could feel Axton's movements, but she couldn't give any reaction at all.

“All right, Callie. I love you.”

Saying he loves his wife while making love to another woman is a crime that is hard to understand. Sierra knew that Axton really loved Callie, but what they were doing right now... well, she couldn't find the right words to explain it.

Axton threw his cell phone on the bed, and Sierra immediately groaned loudly when he pushed her quickly and suddenly.

“Damn!” Axton swore, and Sierra felt even crazier with his movements.

“Oh, I think I'm coming!” Sierra wrapped her legs around Axton's waist like she always did when she was close to orgasm.

Axton knew it, so he immediately pushed harder—deeper and deeper—to reach the limit of what she could offer.

Just when she gets her wave of climax, Axton also lets loose inside her. His warm liquid filled her, even melting between her thighs.

Axton falls to the bottom of her body, and their mutual gasps fill the room. She still had her eyes closed, letting the remaining waves of climax take over her body and mind while Axton was still inside her.

Ten minutes passed, and there was no sign that Axton was going to get out of her way. So, she rolled over and pushed off his body with both hands. She remained lying on the bed as per the doctor's advice—trying not to move and hoping that Axton's sperm could reach her egg.

The crazy feeling still overcame her, and she let it happen. She lay down next to Axton, who was still closing his eyes, seemingly having no intention of leaving her room immediately, as he always did after they finished having sex.

“Did you really mean the deal you talked about at the office?” Axton's voice broke the silence between them.

Her memory returned to the events of this morning. For a moment, she finally had the answer to the question that had been swirling in her head for minutes.

Why did Axton come to her room?

Yes, she had the answer. And that answer was... the deal they made this morning.

“Never overreact when you see people calling me a whore because I am one.” She took a deep breath, “if you agree to the deal, I will also be your whore.”

“If you become my whore, then you will fuck me again?”

Sierra clasped her hands together tightly.

This was stupid. What did she really want? Prove to Axton that what everyone said about her was the truth? Prove that she was a whore who would sell anything for money?

“Why not?”

Axton snorted as if he couldn't believe what she was saying. “Prove me, then.” He said.

She turned her head—wondering what she should do to prove it to him.

What should she do?

Oh, of course, she knew what she should do.

So, she rolled over and placed herself on Axton's stomach. She leaned down and kissed him while her hands moved to touch Axton's private parts.

Proof. He needed proof, didn't he? So, she was going to provide it.

“Damn!” Axton growled into their kiss.

Sierra knew that her touch was powerful, and she used it well. She moved her fingers according to what Axton had taught her a few minutes ago—doing what he told her to do.

However, there was one thing she didn't know—one thing they didn't realize... Axton's cell phone was still connected to Callie.