Beautiful Fiend (North Shore, #1)

by Lola King

I sit back down and stare deep into her eyes as I bring my fingers to my mouth and wrap my lips around them. Slowly, I pull them out before looking at my menu. “Fuck,” I huff. “Nothing on this menu is going to compare to the taste of you.”

“You’re beautiful when you’re embarrassed,” I say softly. I grab her hand on the table, and she doesn’t pull away.

And I know what that shake means. She’s scared we won’t be able to afford it. Remembering exactly what she wanted to pick initially, I order them for her—a small plate of tomato pasta, two different salads, and a side of steamed vegetables. “And add some grilled chicken,” I finally say. “She needs the protein. No soda, no alcohol. Thanks.”

“Little bee,” I say, peering into her eyes. “When you’re with me, you can have whatever you want. I will give you everything you wish for. Anytime. Alright?”

My eyes drag along her lean throat to the curve leading to her shoulder and down. Her small boobs are pushed up, and I just want to put my dick between them and choke it until I’m coming all over her chest.

Her long hair is enchanting when it’s not in her usual ponytail. She’ll scream tonight when I grab it and force her head into the mattress while she comes all over my dick.

Ahhhhhhh

“How was work today?” I ask, reluctantly letting go of her hair. I grab my beer to busy my hands. Otherwise, I’ll grab her and it won’t be gentle.

I look at her features for a beat, not liking the sadness I see in them. “Stop looking at me like that.” She shifts in her seat, uncomfortable.

“Like what?” “Like you pity me.” “I just don’t like seeing you upset,” I admit, my hand caressing her neck. She barks a sarcastic laugh. “Liar.” “I like seeing you at my mercy, but I don’t like seeing you upset. There’s a difference.”

She squirms, trying to nudge my hand away by rolling her shoulders. When she fails, she shifts her chair a little further away from me. I let go of ...

“I stabbed Xi because he didn’t listen to my warning. I told him to stay away from you. I told him whoever touches what’s mine, dies. He’s fucking lucky he’s still breathing,” I hiss low.

“You’re giving up, Billie. That’s not you. Keep training, keep fighting.”

“You say that, yet you still run every morning.” She goes to say something, but I cut her off. “Yes, I fucking watch you like a creep. Get over it. You still don’t drink any alcohol,” I point at the glass of water she’s holding firmly. “You still count your calories to make sure you don’t lose weight. A portion of carbs, steamed vegetables, and protein. Sounds like someone who still wants to go through rigorous training to me.”

“You lost a fight, little bee. Everyone needs a humbling session when they think they’re invincible. You got yours. Now get back out there. Because let me tell you something, I will keep saving and studying to leave the North Shore, and you will keep fighting. Oh, and I will also keep making you mine while you secretly enjoy it. These are facts. Don’t just get familiar with them. Accept them.”

Caden is holding my hand as we walk out of the restaurant. There’s a tension in my lower stomach from the simple fact that his skin is touching mine.

His dirty words still make me feel hot and bothered. My chest still warms when he speaks softly to me. And tonight…he made me feel hopeful again.

How does he do it? Always getting through to me like he knows me inside out. I want to bathe in the hope he made me feel. I want to hold his hand tightly, to let him hug me, and use my body.

He is absolutely irresistible tonight, and it’s entirely unfair for my heart. I made an effort because I knew he was taking me to a nice place, and he did the same.

He’s wearing black slacks that stretch around his perfect ass, a simple white button-down with the sleeves rolled up. Tattoos are peeking out on his forearms and his strong hands. The first two buttons are open. He had a suit jacket on but he’s given it to me since I had nothing and I was freezing...

My eyes widen as I recognize the man walking the same way as us. Tall with broad shoulders and a confident demeanor. His pitch-black hair is similar to Caden’s, except his is shorter and better kept. His midnight eyes take me and Caden in before he looks at our joined hands. “Now, that’s unexpected,” he says as his poised smile settles over his lips.

I hadn’t seen Jake White in over two years. He never contacted me again after the night we all thought he had died. Jamie had told me he was alive. She had messaged me to thank me for all the help that night despite our differences and that she wanted to bury the hatchet. After all, her boyfriend had broken up with her and used me to break her heart.

“Billie, how are you?” Jake takes another step toward me, opening his arms to take me into a hug. Automatically, Caden’s hand drops mine to grab the back of my neck and haul me back. He’s a little taller than Jake, while my Stoneview ex is much broader.

“No,” I assert at the same time Caden calmly says yes. Jake throws his head back, a throaty laugh resonating around us. “I’ve been there, man,” he tells Caden. “Good luck.”

“Nice,” I say awkwardly. “Do you guys still live in Stoneview?” The more I point to the fact that he and his girlfriend are serious, the better it is for everyone. “No, we moved to Philadelphia for colle⁠—” “My patience for you addressing my girl has officially reached its limit.” His tone is cool, but his words are knives. “You’ve escaped death once. You shouldn’t tempt it a second time.”

Lmaooooooooooo

“Damn, Billie,” Jake chuckles. “I knew you needed a firm hand. Didn’t realize you actually wanted a complete psycho.” I bulge my eyes at Jake, silently asking why he has a death wish. “The psycho has a switchblade. Remember that before you mention knowing anything about her.”

SCREAMINGGGGGGGGG

Because like recognizes like, I feel Caden’s attitude changes drastically. “Oh,” he simply says, a malicious bell ringing in his tone. “I think you would love that, little bee. Wouldn’t you?” His sinful eyes come to mine, the green sparkling with excitement. He must notice the terror on my face. “We’ll start small, baby” He grins down at me. “Don’t worry.”

Caden opens the passenger side of the car and helps me in. He fastens the belt for me, making sure to hold my waist and lower his other hand down to my pussy when he’s done. Then, he slides both his hands under my dress, grabs the sides of my underwear, and drags it down my legs before putting it in his pocket.

This Man!!!!!

“Why?” I say, narrowing my eyes. “Because I want to do dirty things to you, and I want you to agree. Don’t worry, it won’t stop me if you don’t want to.”

“That’s a good girl. Now lean forward.” I do so, my forehead resting on the dashboard. He brings my hands behind my back, and I hear the telltale sound of a zip-tie tightening. My wrists slam together, and it cuts into my skin.

“What is it,” I panic, but I’m cut off by my own moan when he pushes the object inside me slowly. “Caden…” “Yes, baby?” “Wh-what is it?” He moves the item in and out of me, forcing me to buck my hips and follow his movement in search of pleasure. “It’s a G-spot vibrator.”

I try to move my arms, except I can’t. Of course, I can’t. I’m tied up with zip ties in my enemy’s car.

I know, the vibrator is pushing inside me. Right on my magic spot. “Oh god,” I shriek with pleasure. “Oh…” I pant. “Caden…” “Mm, I lo...

Caden slows down and grabs something in his pocket. I see the small remote in his hand and am about to ask what it’s for when the toy starts vibrating inside me. I gasp a breath and cross my legs. The vibration isn’t intense, yet I can feel it pressing against my G-spot a little more.

“How does that feel?” Caden asks, not taking his eyes off the road. “G-good.” My voice trembles as my body heats up. “What about this?” The vibrations intensify, along with the pressure inside me. “Oh god…”

“Who’s making you feel good, little bee?” “Y-you…it’s you, Caden.”

The vibrations intensify some more, and I scream as I feel my stomach tightening. “Caden…” I panic. “Again. Who’s making you feel good?” “You!” I scream. I pull at my arms, dreading the intense need building inside me.

“Y-you, Caden. It’s…” I gasp. “Caden…please.” “That’s right, baby. Don’t ever forget it.” He settles down slightly and looks at me with his frightening smile. “You’re going to come all over yourself for me.” He accelerates the car and my heart beats wildly in alarm, eyes widening as I see the trees outside blur.

“Please,” I cry out, feeling myself losing control. “I…I can’t hold it.” “I know,” he glances at me again, his eyes shining with a sadistic need to humiliate me for his own pleasure. “You’re gonna come on yourself, little bee. You’re gonna squirt all over my car seat, and I’m going to rub your face in it while I fuck you from behind.”

The scream that leaves my lungs resonates in the car. My knees come up and I fold onto myself, my head coming to the dashboard. I scream into it, biting into the plastic. The pleasure doesn’t stop, and I feel the wetness squirting out of me. It’s wholly unstoppable, and the humiliation is just as intense as the pleasure. I’m crying now, tears running down as my body spasms.

I startle when I feel his tongue running on my inner thigh until it meets my pussy. “You’re so fucking delicious.” He pushes his tongue inside me and my knees buckle. His hands are the only things keeping me up.

“Whose body is this?” “Yours,” I cry out. “Who fucking owns you?” “You…” “Let me hear it, baby. Give me what I need.” Need. He needs me. His thrusts are merciless. I feel them so tightly inside me that another orgasm builds in my lower belly. “You own me, Caden,” I moan. “You. Just…aah…you.” “That’s right.”

AHHHHHHHHHH

He pulls out, flips me around, and comes all over my chest. Before letting me go, he bends over me and grabs my jaw tightly. He bites just below my ear, and when I understand what he’s doing, I try to fight him. “No,” I writhe under him. “Don’t fight me,” he growls. “I want everyone to know I’m still fucking you.” He leaves his mark from my ear, along my jaw, and all the way to my chin.

I ignore Jade’s voice, scrolling through Billie’s messages on my phone. I smile, gazing at the selfie she just sent me of her and Murder.

Sawyer’s voice is merely background noise as I open the next picture from Billie. She’s pushing her bottom lip out, pouting as she gives the cutest puppy eyes. Murder is licking the ice cream happily. Little bee: Noooo. She stole it! A soft laugh escapes me and the room around me goes silent.

Caden: Baby, do I tell you enough that you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen? She replies right away. Little bee: What about all the ones you haven’t seen yet? What if they’re more beautiful than me? I chuckle to myself, biting my lower lip as I reply. Caden: I don’t want to see them. I’ve got everything I need.

“You’re so good to your girlfriend.” “Not my girlfriend,” I lie a little too quickly. She is. She’s my girlfriend, my future wife, my everything. Not that any of them need to know. I don’t want to put her in any more danger than she already is. What’s pretending we’re not together when we have the rest of our lives to make up for it?

AHHHHHHHHHHHH

Caden: Meet me where the road turns into gravel in the woods. I have a game for us. Wear a skirt and no underwear. And I want your hair down too. Little bee: I’m gonna freeze to death in a skirt and nothing else. Caden: I’ll warm you up, baby. Don’t worry.

Night is falling, and it brings a peace over me. My favorite part of the day. I belong to the night, and Billie knows that.

It's dangerously addictive to receive Billie Scott’s love. She doesn’t have much of it to give, and it’s a privilege that she’s chosen me to do so with. It’s also a precarious situation for her because while I was obsessed with her before for the simple fact that I wanted her, I am now consumed by love and euphoria at knowing I will never let her go.

She belongs to me forever, and there’s absolutely nothing she can do about it.