Beautiful Fiend (North Shore, #1)

by Lola King

“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.” He leans down and leaves a surprisingly soft kiss against my forehead before straightening back up. “I’ll see you soon, Billie.” God hates me, and only the devil welcomes me. His name is Caden King.

God he’s fucking psycho

I sit on Jade’s chest and hold her face between my knees. She gargles something, spitting out some blood, but she’s barely conscious. I bring my knife to her face and carve her with the tip of it. One line from the corner of her eye, across her temple and until her hairline.

When someone messes with our gang, we don’t always kill them. Sometimes, we give them what we call the pathway of tears. Because once they’re on the floor crying, this is the way their tears will fall. That way, they never forget they once lost a fight against us. The Kings have their own mark. I know people in our crew who walk around with a messy crown carved into the side of their neck.

“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.

So today, I’ve had to suck off a bitch’s husband just because what turns her on is watching her man dominate another. I kept fucking eyeing the money on the table the whole time, promising myself it would be worth it. At least he was hot, and I’ve been with men before.

Man, she punched the lights out of Reilly. Reilly!” I nod, pride warming up my stomach. I knew Billie had a reputation. People tend not to want to piss her off. She’s a fighter, after all. But Reilly is a huge girl. Fuck, even I wouldn’t want a punch from Reilly. And she dabbles in amateur MMA, too. Obviously, that didn’t stop Billie.

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

“My girl’s a hot girl who needs an attitude adjustment.”

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.”

Tell me, Billie. How am I going to adjust that attitude of yours? Billie: I don’t know… Caden: Should I come around? Should I fuck you so hard your tight pussy will remember me for days?

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

Caden: Make yourself feel good. Imagine it’s my fingers on you. Imagine I’m kissing your neck and sucking your pretty pink nipples. Feel the way they’d become so hard in my mouth as my teeth graze against them.

“Stop.” “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.”

“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. There’s a glimmer of hope on his face. “I—” “Did you mean that?”

I’ll…I’ll never get out of here.” His eyes flick up as he straightens. “Get out of here?” he sniggers. “To go where?” I don’t like the way I feel like he’s mocking me. “Anywhere,” I retort. “Just not here. I want to be…there.”

“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.

“Oh, I want to hear that again,”

“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.”

“I really fucking broke you that night, didn’t I?” For once,

“I’m not broken,” I whisper. “You’re not important enough for that. You’re just a smudge on the canvas of my life.” “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.”

“Caroline. That’s my middle name.” He laughs softly and leaves into the dark of the night. If I thought hating Caden was bad, starting to like him is absolutely worse.

The worst thing of all…we laughed. He made me laugh until I felt like I was choking, and tears were running down my face. He did, too, until his voice was raw and his eyes shone with happiness.

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 of your eyes when we talk to you?”

“Take me in your mouth,” he whispers.

“I can’t,” I heave. “Don’t…don’t make me.” From the corner of my eyes, I see his jaw clenching. Is that guilt? Or is it frustration for not being able to fuck me yet again? I’m about to put my feet on the floor so I can leave. I need to be away from him. Every time we get close to doing anything, that night comes back to the forefront of my mind. I hear his callous orders, his mocking voice. I see the flash of his phone in front of my eyes. How my knees hurt and how tight my jaw was. I remember the fear of dying and knowing that despite leaving without being physically hurt, a part of me stayed with Caden that night.

“Was that alright?” he smirks. I burst into a relaxing laugh that eases up the tension in the air around us. “Did you not just hear me come? Cause I’m pretty sure your neighbors did.” He chuckles then says, “I meant, are you okay? That I did that?” Understanding he’s checking if he didn’t overstep my boundaries, I bite my lip and nod, unable to stop the smile that forces its way on my face. “I’m good.”

“How about some Fullmetal Alchemist?” “Oh, now you’re just trying to turn me on all over again.” He laughs as he goes through the animes on Netflix. “Which of the brothers gets you all wet?” “Edward. Of course.” “You sure?” he teases. “Cause Alphonse looks like your style.” I slap his chest as I giggle. “No, stop!” He takes a deep, serious breath and peers up at me from where he’s resting. “That giggle…It does something to me, woman.”

“Impossible doesn’t exist in my world. I get anything I want. And believe me, I want you.”

I’ll make it worse for you and ask, ‘Are you mine now?’. You won’t be able to answer through the tears and the pain in your body, but I don’t need you to. I know the truth. That you are. Because trust me, Billie, after that outrageously good fuck, no one, and I mean no one, will ever compare. You’ll just be mine and mine alone. Good thing since I’ll do it again, and again, as many times as I fucking want to until you know that there’s no point fighting me anymore. Until you understand that what I want, I get. Always.”

Fuck, I don’t know why I’m so broken, but I want him to fuck me and make it hurt. To make me cry from pleasure and pain. To make it so that I can never move on from him. To make me his.

“But, like I said. I’m trying to be sweet so you can see I like you. I’m making a real effort here, so don’t tempt me to throw it all away.”

“I could kick your ass,” I mutter against him. “I’m no fucking baby.” “When you talk to me, it’s like a little bee trying to shout at a giant. All I hear is bzz bzz.” I burst into a laugh, and he’s close behind. “I hate you,” I grin in the dark. “I hate you too, little bee.”

“She didn’t want kids.” “A lot of women end up with kids accidentally. It doesn’t mean she didn’t love you.” “That’s not what I meant. She didn’t want the process of having kids. My dad just forced her.” “You mean, he…”

“I’m not sure about Kay. Maybe my mom hadn’t realized he was abusive back then. I don’t know. But I do know she was deep into the abuse when he wanted another kid. I know he raped her to have me.”

“I’m sorry, Caden,” I murmur against his chest. “There’s nothing to be sorry about,” he says with a chilling voice. “I feel fine.” Of course he does. Because he has been made utterly emotionless about sexual assault. When he thinks about it, there is nothing but a cold, calm feeling.

“Are you scared of me?” he asks with a groggy voice. I can feel his heart kicking against his chest. “Yes.” I don’t need to hide the truth. I know how I feel about him. “Don’t be scared, okay? You won’t end up like my mom. You’ll fall in love with me, and you’ll want everything I have to give you.”

“I promise it’ll be nothing like that.” “You can’t say that when you’ve already forced me in the past,”

“Look at me, baby,” he taunts with a chilling smile. “I want to see what no other man will ever see again; that glint in your eyes when you come apart.”

Everything will be easier for you once you accept that I want you, and I will do absolutely anything I have to do to keep you. I can give you a reason if you wish, but reason or not, you’re mine, and that’s a fact.”

everyone says I’m certified crazy, and they don’t understand why. They don’t know how to control me.”

“Maybe I am. And when I’m with you? I feel like I have a reason to be. It’s you. You make me feel crazy in the best way. You’ve already seen the worst in me. You’ve seen the length I’m capable of going to to get what I want. There’s nothing to hide now. Isn’t that amazing? Isn’t that so…simple?”

“I slept at a friend’s house.” “Who? A guy friend?” The jealousy in his voice is so apparent I recoil slightly.

“He wants to fuck you,” he says, hushed. I can see so in his eyes that he’s not happy about it. Caden wants me, and he’s not the kind of guy who deals well with competition. “Stop it. He’s my stepbrother.”

Xi protects people. That’s his thing. With me, he’s always been a little too protective, and I’ve grown to enjoy it. His hands have lingered in inappropriate places in the last year, and I’ve let him. And this summer, we crossed the line. We didn’t have sex because I wasn’t ready, but we kissed during one of our famous game nights. It was ravenous and lustful. It was so perfect we couldn’t stop there. I let him make me feel good with his fingers, and he asked for nothing in return except that we never mention it to anyone.

I desperately want Caden. My ultimate rival.

“I’m hearing a lot of no’s. I think it’s about time you change your tune, huh? I want more ‘Yes, Caden. Anything you say, Caden.’”

“I can’t hear you, little bee,” he murmurs against my ear. I’m getting wetter by the second as he rubs his thumb against my clit. He lowers his hand and enters me mercilessly with one finger. “Yes, Caden,” I moan loudly.

“What else do I want to hear?” he growls low. “Any…” I pant. “Anything you say, Caden—aah.”

“I’m gonna sleep with my nose buried in this,” he tells me without an ounce of shame. “I like your smell.” “My smell? I don’t have a smell. I don’t wear perfume.” “‘Course you do,” he says as if I’m the crazy one. “You smell of raspberries and mint.”