Beautiful Fiend (North Shore, #1)

by Lola King

At least he was hot, and I’ve been with men before. The only issue is that I’m a top, and he’s a top. Obviously, I don’t get to decide in a situation where I’m being paid.

“Stop laughing,” Ethan snaps. “That shit ain’t funny, Cade.” “What,” I shrug, “you all look like you went to war or something.” I drop my backpack on the floor and sit on the coffee table to face all of them. “So, I guess there’s no need to ask how your day was.” “Fuck off,” Elliot growls back at me.

My heart skips a beat just thinking of Billie. No one’s even said her fucking name, and my chest is buzzing with excitement.

“Billie did that, huh?” I ask, incapable of stopping the corner of my...

I nod, pride warming up my stomach. I knew Billie had a reputation.

“That Billie, a girl who is dying to move into professional MMA, would start a fight with not one, but four girls. That’s a big risk to take from someone who shouldn’t even be fighting outside the ring.”

Caden: The Young and The Hopeless. Track 9, 0:18.

Lying on my bed with my headphones in my ears, Good Charlotte sings: “My girl’s a hot girl who needs an attitude adjustment.” My mouth falls open. Caden King is an asshole.

Lmaooooooo

Billie: You listen to Good Charlotte now? His reply comes straight away. Caden: 0:28 to 0:43

The song’s been going on, so I rewind to twenty-eight seconds in. “My girl’s a hot girl. A riot girl and she’s angry at the world.” I bite my lower lip and keep listening until it stops at “She wants a riot, she wants a riot

I’m furious at him. He humiliated me in front of his family and closest friends. I fucking crawled for him.

Billie: Everyone is home. You can’t show up. Caden: No? Caden: Okay. Caden: Touch your pussy, then.

AHhhhhhh

I pick up, only to realize too late that it’s a video call. I gasp at seeing his face pop up on my screen and, in a small square, my own flushed face against my pillow. “Don’t you fucking dare hang up right now,” he growls.

“What?” I groan, shocked. “I said stop. Right now. I swear, Billie, if you make yourself orgasm, I will come over and choke you with my cock.

He smiles at me through the phone and runs a hand through his hair. “You’re so hot like this. I want to fuck you right now.” “Then fucking do it,” I snap before I can control it. There’s a silence, his smile lost and his eyes widening slightly.

“Just don’t come here,” I confirm. “If you think I want you anywhere near me after what you did last Friday, you’re sorely mistaken. Don’t come here, Caden. I mean it.” “Too late,” he grins. The knock on my window startles me.

AHHHHHHHHHHH

“Is your face okay?” The worry in his voice is evident, but the obsession is prominent.

“What’s wrong with it?” He grabs both my hands then drops the left one. He looks closer at the index finger on my right hand. It’s still swollen.

“Anywhere,” I retort. “Just not here. I want to be…there.” “There?” His lips curl into a smile, and I get frustrated.

He crouches between my legs and grabs my hand again. “Someone’s set on leaving,” he says. “Here. Have a magic kiss. You’ll be all healed for your fight and your plan to escape the North Shore won’t go to waste.” He drops a kiss on my swollen finger and I giggle like a fourteen-year-old. I bite my lower lip as we both look at each other with wide eyes.

“Oh, I want to hear that again,” he says as he brings his head back. He kisses my finger again, and I do my best not to react.

“I want to leave this hellhole, too,” he murmurs against my lips. “I would give anything to have been born somewhere else. I don’t care where. There.” There’s a brief pause, my mouth agape at the revelation. His gaze goes from my eyes to my lips and he captures my mouth with his.

I bring him closer, and he holds himself with a hand on the mattress right next to my head so he doesn’t crush me under his weight. His other hand goes under my top and grabs my hip tightly. The mere sensation of his skin against mine makes me tremble.

“I don’t…I mean, I’m not…ready.” A beat. “To have sex again.” “Again?” The surprise in his tone makes me retreat. “When did you stop having s—”

“I really fucking broke you that night, didn’t I?” For once, he doesn’t say it offensively.

“Good,” he murmurs as he takes a step closer. “Because it doesn’t change anything. You’ll be mine, Billie. If not now, then. If not here, in this shitty town that broke us…then there.” That fictional, magical place that we both long to go to.

“I don’t understand you,” I finally say. "I’m obsessed with a girl I barely know and should hate. I killed three guys because they touched her. I’m turning against my own crew for her and don’t even know her fucking middle name. Trust me when I say I don’t understand myself.”

“Three guys, huh?” He shrugs.

“Be careful,” Caden says low on the other end of the line. “As much as I like your smart mouth, I would hate for it to get you in trouble.” I roll my eyes but can’t stop my thighs from tightening and the smile that tips at the corner of my mouth.

“Please,” I scoff. “You’re worried Jade is going to kill me before you get to fuck me. If there’s a risk of Kings girls jumping me when I come to drop off your cash, just do the jobs yourself instead of warning me.” “So we agree that I will fuck you.

“Anything else you want from me? If not, I have to get your shit.” “Don’t hang up on me, Billie.” The warning in his voice is sharp, but I don’t care. So I hang up.

Hehehe

Rather than talking about our rivalries, I learned that he has two one-and-a-half-year-old twin nieces who live with him and his family and who he spoils to death. I learned that his favorite meal of the day is breakfast and that he’ll sometimes have two, just for the sake of it.

More than staying here with my family. I told him that my favorite thing to watch is animes, and we bonded over Fullmetal Alchemists. The worst thing of all…we laughed.

My jaw almost drops open when he answers. He was clearly sleeping and I woke him up when I texted him. His dark hair is messier than usual, and his green eyes are heavy and slightly swollen from sleep. He’s wearing a The Offspring black hoodie and gray sweats that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination.

The outline of his dick sends a shiver through my spine. Is that thing asleep right now? Caden’s tall but not bulky, and his dick doesn’t seem to fit the rest of his appearance. My stomach tightens and I kind of want to push him to the floor and mount him.

“H-hey,” I manage to say before swallowing thickly. “Is that how you girls feel every time we look at your boobs instead ...

“Please,” he smiles, “don’t be sorry. I love when you look at my dick.” “I wasn’t—” I stop myself before I get further into my lie.

I bite my inner cheek because I don’t want to smile at him. It’s a dangerous thing to smile at Caden King. He might take it as a green light to do whatever the hell he wants.

“You spend every Thursday night at Xi’s?” I shrug. “Yeah, we play PS4 and have some dinner.” “Do you sleep over?” “Sometimes. If I’m too tired to go home.” His grip intensifies slowly but firmly. “That stops now. From tonight on, you’re not spending time alone with him.”

“I don’t want to hurt him, Billie. I think it’d be better if you just do as I say.” “I think it’d be better if you lose the obsession over me. Or whatever it is you’ve got going on. I’m not the kind of person who waits around for a man to come and tell them how to act. I’ve got my own shit going on, and you can shove your order up your a⁠—” My rant is cut short when his lips slam against mine, and his hand comes to the back of my neck to press me closer.

“I won’t fuck you,” he says softly before kissing my jaw. “Just touch me.” He grabs my hand off his shoulder and lowers it to his dick. It’s so hard it could break me.

He lets go of my hand, bringing his thumb to my lips and pulling at the bottom one. “Take me in your mouth,” he whispers.

“Please, don’t go,” he says quietly.

“I know. I understand. Just…forget about what I just asked.” He finally turns to me, and his hand slides up to my knee. “Let me make you feel good. You don’t have to touch me.”

His hand slides higher, to my inner thigh. “I’ll stop if you ask me to.” He licks his lips, nearly uncertain. His green eyes come to mine as he adds, “Trust me.” I want to burst into laughter. How could I possibly trust a King? And not any. Caden. Never.

But I don’t need to trust him to spread my legs slowly. To let him unbutton my jeans and get rid of them along with my panties. To lay back as he settles between my legs and kisses his way up my inner thigh.

His hands slide under me, and he grabs my ass, tugging me closer to his face. “Holy shit,” I gasp as he eats me out like a starved man. This is nothing like two years ago. Nothing.

I fall back on the sofa, letting him go as my whole body relaxes. I barely have time to breathe when suddenly his lips are on mine. I gasp with shock when I taste myself on his tongue. He tears another moan out of me before pulling away. “Was that alright?” he smirks.

He takes a deep, serious breath and peers up at me from where he’s resting. “That giggle…It does something to me, woman.” “Are you making fun of me?” I snort. “I wish I was.”

“Stop it,” I let out in a whisper. “You’re going to hope for things that are impossible.” “Impossible doesn’t exist in my world. I get anything I want. And believe me, I want you.”