Beautiful Fiend (North Shore, #1)

by Lola King

I’m hyper-aware of every single one of Billie’s trembling breaths as I tie the cloth at the back of her head. I make sure not...

“If it gets too much, I want you to tap out. The exact same way you would do in the cage.” “I never tap out in the cage.” Her voice is strong, her pride unshakable. I chuckle softly, before kissing her neck.

“I’ve never done this with anyone. I don’t care if others can’t take me, but I care about you. I would rather you tell me that I’m out of control rather than realizing too late that I’ve lost you.” My hand stays around her neck as I slowly run my other along her petite body.

“Billie,” I growl low as I start to lose rationality. “You’re not wearing a bra.” I can feel it through the oversized sweater she’s wearing. It’s a simple beige sweater of mine that she stole from my closet. It’s so large that one side is falling off her shoulder, and she had to tuck the bottom into the waist of her skirt.

I lied the next day when I told you I liked you fighting. I do, but that night, seeing you there, all lethargic and helpless…it made me hard for you. You’re a strong woman, and having you in a state where you can’t fight back makes me ecstatic.”

“I’m going to hunt you before enjoying you.” I look at the dark forest ahead of me and grind my hard cock against her ass.

“I’m going to fuck you. But first, I’m going to chase you.”

“Run.”

I LOVE THIS TROPE

Managing to catch myself against a tree, I glance back at Caden. He’s a being of the night, fitting in with the darkness like a demon fits in hell. His black hair is messy, thick strands falling in his moss-green eyes.

He flashes me his most wicked smile as he slowly walks toward me. The devil is silently telling me he is going to make me his.

I didn’t even know this was something Caden wanted to do. Having me completely helpless so he can use me? Of course, he would want that since he loves abusing me.

Something snaps behind me, so I twist around. His shadow walks through the trees like a monster coming to get me. I’m little red riding hood, and Caden is the big bad wolf.

I grunt as my knees and hands are cut from landing in muddy soil. Going on all fours to catch a breath before getting back up, I look down at my pale hands against the dark ground. My hair is falling in front of my face, and I shake my head. “What a stupid idea to wear a white skirt,” I mumble to myself, my mouth feeling like cotton. “I agree.” I shriek from fear.

“Your hair down gives you an even more innocent look,” he tells me randomly. “It’s beautiful.”

Bringing the bottle of whiskey to his lips, he takes two large gulps. I watch as his Adam’s apple bobs up and down before going to his eyes. They’re staring right into mine. He runs his forearm against his mouth, wiping the liquid from his lips before lowering the bottle.

His eyes go up and down my body. He walks toward me slowly, and I try to crawl backward, but my muscles feel useless. “I’m drunk,” I slur. “You are.” He smiles, and a chill runs down my spine. “Don’t hurt me,” I say in a moment of weakness. I can feel the way I’m unable to defend myself. Now right next to me, he squats and observes my entire body. He runs his knuckles against my jaw. “Now, that I can’t promise.”

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

There’s a low growl in his chest before he lowers his mouth to my ear. “What happens when the hunter catches the prey, Billie?” With his other hand, he presses the cold bottle of whiskey against my wet pussy. A sharp whimper escapes me. “I-I don’t know…” “It plays with her. Tortures her.” He bites my neck sharply, making me cry in pain. I don’t miss the fact that the prey is a her. “And then it kills her.”

“Ca—shhhit! It’s cold!” I try to push him away, but my muscles are not responding. Pouring the liquid over my pussy, he buries himself against me. I feel his tongue lapping at the whiskey against my clit and let out a low moan.

Time stops, the forest quietens, and the wind around us halts. Caden’s whisper is as loud as a scream. “I’m in love with you, Billie.” He pushes into me so violently my stomach lurches forward. I grip pine needles, attempting to crawl away.

Ooop

I think I blackout for a moment, but it doesn’t stop Caden from thrusting inside me like his life depends on it. He continues fucking my limp body as I crash back down from the most beautiful agony I’ve ever been through. He flips me around again, and I can see the glint of the hunter in his eyes. The monster grins at me, loving the fact that I’m just a lifeless doll for him to use.

He pushes my knees to my chest, getting deeper inside me, and slows down his movements as he starts rolling his hips. Against anything I thought possible, my body warms up again, my muscles tightening, and a band clenching my lower stomach.

Keeping his pace slow, Caden brings me to another climax. He falls onto me as whimpers push past my lips and he swallows them. His tongue caresses mine, and I feel him hiss into my mouth as he releases inside me.

And I know something must be truly fucking wrong with me because I turn to the man who broke me and put me back together, and I smile. “I’m in love with you too,” I murmur so low it’s barely audible above the car heating.

I don’t miss the way his shoulders relax or how he runs a hand through his messy hair. He grins at me with such genuine happiness that it brings tears to my eyes. “No one knows me the way you do, Billie. From the worst to the best. You’ve seen it all, and I would never want anyone else to know.”

He lets go and frowns. “I want to spend the night with you. The whole night. Not bits of it until one of us has to escape because the other’s crew is around.”

“Ugh, Billie,” he huffs, raking his fingers through his hair. His posture stiffens, and he shakes his head. “Why are you trying to turn me into a serial killer?” “I’m not,” I laugh, throwing my head back at how extreme he is.

LMAOOOOOO

My eyes snap up only to cross gazes with a furious Caden. “Mention you guys fucking once more. Just one more time, and I will put a leash around your neck. Every time you say something I don’t like, I’ll pull hard enough for you to choke.”

AHHHHHHHH

“Someone had a lot of fun.” His cocky smile spreads across his lips, and he winks at me. “Look, I don’t want to have to kill you. I just want a calm night with my girlfriend. Thank you for giving us a place to stay, but let’s walk in silence.”

He lets go of Jamie, puts a hand on the small of her back, and says softly, “Back inside.” “Bye, Jamie,” I croon as she retreats inside. Jake’s death stare practically kills me. “Don’t make me change my mind.” “About hosting us?” I smile. “About murdering you.”

She tilts her head to the side, clearly waiting for me to understand what she means. She crosses her arms over the messy sweater, not impressed. When it finally comes back to me, I shrug. “I guess I only had eyes for you that night.”

“Let’s shower,” I say low before biting her lip. She grinds her pussy against my belly and sighs. “Okay.” “I’m going to fuck you in there. Then on that kitchen counter behind me. And then in bed.” “Okay,” she breathes. “So agreeable.” I smirk against her lips.

“The man I love wants to fuck me three times in a row. Who am I to say no?” She giggles against my mouth, and I want to die and come back to life. “God, Billie. I love your giggles.”

Just like I promised, I fuck Billie in the shower and on the kitchen counter. In bed, I make love to her like I never had to anyone. Her gentle moans and whimpers when she comes all over my dick could be the end of me.

Because I’m obsessed with it, I keep playing with her soft hair. Braiding it, untangling it, rolling and unrolling it around my pinkie.

“Alright,” I let my head fall back and close my eyes. “Japan.” “Japan?” she chokes. “That’s so far.” “Yeah. First, because we would have to take a plane. How cool is that? First time on a plane, and we’ll get our membership card to the Mile-High club.”

“All the mangas we never heard of and won’t even understand because we can’t read Japanese,” she says excitedly. “We’ll find lots of Full Metal Alchemist merch,” I add. My stomach flutters with butterflies of hope. It warms my chest and pains my heart because a part of me knows it’s just a dream.

But hope is gleaming in Billie’s eyes right now, and I grin back at her. “Oh, oh, I know!” she exclaims. “We can go on the bullet train! Oh my god, that would be crazy.” Her delighted voice makes my entire body feel light. I love her, and I want nothing but the best for her. “That would be so cool,” I confirm.