Beautiful Fiend (North Shore, #1)

by Lola King

I’m an impulsive fucker; that’s not new. But my friends never had an issue with it before. The problem is, once I have an idea in my head, I have to execute it. I had this sudden urge to make Billie mine since I made her come in her car, so that’s what I’m going to do. Make her mine.

I want Billie. I must have her, or I will fucking lose my mind. I don’t accept defeat. Ever.

“Anyone else we have to kill tonight because they did something bad in your fantasy world where you have a chance with Billie Scott?” Ethan asks. I shrug. “Nah, we’re good.” “Sweet, let’s get some food,” Elliot claps. “I’m fucking starving,” I agree.

I nod silently, and another bark, followed by a shriek from Emma, ends the conversation about my mom. I put my knife away and snicker at Emma. “That screaming woman on your sofa runs your crew, you know?” “Shut up,” Emma fights back. “That dog is dangerous. Leash it already!”

Lmao

“Dad—” He puts a hand up. “If you don’t want to tell me, I won’t force it out of you. You can take your dog with you wherever you go. It will be an extra layer of protection. Until you feel ready to let me know what’s going on, just know I’ve got your back.”

“What are you gonna name her?” he asks me as he runs a hand through his beard. “Mmm,” I start to think. “Murderer,” Emma mumbles behind my dad.

The dog barks at her, and I bend down to pet her. “You’re the cutest thing I’ve ever seen,” I tell her like I would a baby. “Murderer is too much, Em. How about Murder,” I smile as I straighten back up. “Oh yeah, so different.” My sister rolls her eyes.

For the first time in a long while, I fall asleep without fear in my stomach because I can hear the soft snores of Murder on the floor by the end of my bed.

He pushes me against the mattress and settles on my thighs, stopping me from getting up. He uses my own knife against my throat, leaving it to gently touch my skin, forcing me to be still. “Shh.” He smirks. “I’ll only hurt you if you resist.”

“Don’t try to move me away, little Scott. I want you to feel that I hold your life in my hands.” “I can’t breathe,” I lie. “Nah, you’re fine.” He lowers himself and buries his nose into my long hair.

How am I meant to be the tough girl everyone knows me to be when I’m facing the man who took chunks of my soul two years ago just to burn them into ashes and keep the hot remnants for himself?

“What do I want? Oh, I like that question.” He straightens up, and his demonic features petrify me.

“What I want,” he continues, “is for you to let me fuck you. Let me sink my cock into you and make you scream, baby.”

But I can’t. Because our gangs are at war. We’re enemies. Because he blackmails me into doing illegal jobs for him.

shake my head, fear tightening my chest because I know that this word means nothing to him. I say it anyway. “No…” “Why, Billie?” he grounds out between gritted teeth as the knife slides under my panties.

“Don’t hurt me.” “Shh. Don’t be scared, baby. I won’t hurt you.” He runs his thumb against my trembling lips before traveling all the way down my body and resting it on my panties. Right where my clit is.

“Let me play just a little, and then you can reconsider if you want me to fuck you or not, okay?”

I shake my head again, but I’m forced to freeze when he starts rubbing his thumb against my clit. The knife comes to rest against m...

His smile is proud and destabilizing. “You taste as good as the last time, baby.”

My shout wakes up Murder and in a split second, she’s barking at Caden, who’s just fallen onto the floor. Baring her teeth, her mouth drips with saliva. She barks again and Caden stands up. “Holy fucking shit,” he laughs. “Has this thing been here all along?”

In fact, I’m speechless. I eye my knife, which Caden left on the bed and his eyes follow where I’m looking. “Don’t you dare,” he mouths. I slowly move my hand toward the knife, and he pounces on me, grabbing it and pushing my head against the bed.

“I did—” I cut myself off when I notice I didn’t. I always lock my window. North Shore is not a place you can trust. Psychos will sneak into your house during the night and slit your throat. Or give you a mind-blowing orgasm.

My dad finally leaves my room and I jump out of bed, startling my dog. “Where the hell are you hiding?” I hiss at my empty room. He comes out from underneath my bed and stands up, forcing me to look up at him as he plasters his smug smile on his face. “You didn’t lock your window last night, pumpkin,” he mocks me.

Ahhhhhh

“You should leave before I get my dog to eat your face.” “My pretty face?” He plasters a hand against his chest in betrayal. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Just give her time. She’ll warm up to me.” He pierces his stare into mine. “Like you.” “Fuck you,” I whisper harshly. “Get the fuck out of my house.”

Caden chuckle and raises my hackles. “A tiny thing like you won’t ever be able to take a Doberman on a walk.” “Don’t judge a book by its cover,” I say, jutting my chin high, pretending I’m not out of breath from the fact that I had to jog after her and put all my strength into not dropping the leash. “I’m strong enough to handle my dog.”

His eyes drop to my hoodie, and he cackles. “Good Charlotte? Trying to make yourself look old or something?” I tug at my Good Charlotte hoodie. It’s the cover of an old album of theirs and says The Young and The Hopeless on it. “They’re a great band.”

She starts wiggling her tail and gives him a sweet woof! “That’s what I thought. Come on.” He snaps his fingers, and she follows him inside. I’ve got no choice except to follow or drop the leash. “Fucking traitor,” I mumble at her.

I finally look up at Caden. “I’m not making small talk with you. We’re waiting for my car that you’re fixing because you’re blackmailing me into doing a dangerous job for you with a video of me that you have from sexually assaulting me. If you think I want to make small talk, you’re strongly mistaken.”

He runs a hand through his hair and grabs a laminated menu. “I personally love pancakes with just the sweet stuff on it. None of those savory bits like bacon and eggs. I just want blueberries and maple syrup. Maybe some chocolate sauce.” I ignore him, grabbing my own menu so I don’t have to gaze at him. When he realizes I truly don’t want to talk, he adds, “I hope it’ll taste as sweet as your pussy.”

Lmaooooooo

“I’m saying I want to make you come again. Hopefully, now that you’ve given in once, there won’t be so much resistance next time.”

“Oh…” He leans back, hitting the softness behind him, and shakes his head. “What were those noises you were making, then? Cries for help? They sounded a lot like moans to me.” “Stop it,” I rage. “You had a knife to my th⁠—”

“I cannot believe you. Did you break into my house right after you left hers, or did you have a little sleep before coming over?” He licks his lips and smiles, clearly loving this. “I will shout to this entire diner that you are my girlfriend and I will never touch any other girl if you admit that you wanted me earlier. That you wanted me to sink my cock into your tight pussy and fuck the living soul out of you until you meet God and realize it was me all along.”

SCREAMING

“Well,” he shrugs. “In that case, I don’t think you get to be jealous. Although just to reassure you, I fucked Cleo last week. The hickeys just last a while.” He smiles as if this isn’t totally fucked. “As long as you stop touching me, I don’t care what you do.” “Ah, no. See, that’s just not possible.”

“Because I want to make you mine,” he says in simple honesty. “I don’t know why. It took me by surprise, because I had completely forgotten about you these last two years. Then you just showed up in our backyard like a gift from the divinities, and I haven’t been able to get you out of my head since.”

“It’s been two weeks,” I whisper. “You don’t even know me. You can’t just stake your claim⁠—” “But I am. I’m fucking telling you you’re mine, and you’ll come around to understanding it too.”

“You just keep fighting back, Billie. I’ll make you cave, eventually.”

AHHHHHH

“Is that how you convince girls to be your girlfriends?” “No,” he snorts. “I don’t do girlfriends. But I’ll make an exception for you.”

Ahhhhhh

A shadow of danger crosses his green eyes as the air around us seems to drop a few degrees. He runs his tongue against his teeth and clenches his jaw.

“I don’t want to go inside your house.” “You’re not invited to go inside my house, little Scott. Maybe when I fuck you, I’ll give you the honor.”

“Billie,” he says softly, still portraying the danger he hides within himself. It’s too soft. The calm before the storm. “You know I can make you do whatever I want, right?”

“I like that I scare you.” The confession sounds desperately honest, and it terrifies me. “I like that you have no choice but to do exactly what I say because I’m not someone who ever takes no for an answer.” “The fact that you have to blackmail me for that makes you a coward. And weak.”

“You’re making me sound like a bully,” he laughs. Then his eyes light up with excitement. “Am I a bully?”

He chuckles to himself and steps away from me. “Oh, the things I could do to you.”

“Get on all fours, Billie. Show me how you crawl.” “You’re…I…fuck, I hate you,” I snarl.

“Let go,” I shriek as he starts walking and dragging me along. “I do love that hairstyle for you. It’s a nice little leash.” He pushes his front door open and brings me inside with him.

He nods as he approaches me, cornering me against my car. “I just wanted you to understand something. Be nice to me, and I’ll be nice back. Refuse me anything, and you’ll pay the consequences.”

God hates me, and only the devil welcomes me. His name is Caden King.

Xi hits the back of Ethan’s head with the handle of his gun so hard he practically passes out from the hit. Falling to the floor, he’s not a threat anymore. I grab his gun and step over just as more Kings appear.

“If I see you near her again, I’m going to burn your fucking house down with your entire family in it.” He shoots, making me shriek in surprise. The shot was far from his head, into the ground. But Elliot has curled into a ball, with his hands on his ears as he grunts in pain.