Beautiful Fiend: Chapter 16

The sound of the mobile home’s window being opened is what wakes me. It’s not glass, and the plexiglass is old, so it always makes a loud squeaky sound when it slides open.

I sit up in bed as my heart drops, but I recognize all too well the man who’s now slipping through.

Once he’s fully inside, Caden faces me. The light of the moon is behind him and I can’t make out his features.

“What the hell are you doing?” I say quietly. “My mom is sleeping. How did you even know where I was?”

He takes a step forward in complete silence and doesn’t reply. I don’t need him to, though. Fury and violence emanate from him, and my heart accelerates as I plaster myself against the wall behind me. The sheet drops to my waist, and I think I notice his eyes taking me in. I’m not sure, since it’s too dark.

“Oh, little bee,” he says in fake disappointment. “We were having such a good time.”

I feel my eyes widen as he approaches. I need to run, move out of the way, fucking do something. I’m not facing the Caden I’ve been getting to know over the last few weeks.

This is the wicked man who holds no pity for his enemies.

Maybe it’s naivety that keeps me from moving. The fact that I think I can still bring him to his senses.

Or maybe it’s fear that freezes me into place.

Either way, in two long steps, he’s by the side of the mattress, staring down at me.

And it’s too late for me to go anywhere.

“Caden,” I try. “Talk to me.”

His lips start spreading into a smile. Charming enough to lure his prey closer. So close that it’s too late when they understand it was a lethal smile all along.

He crouches next to me and brings a hand to my cheek, caressing it softly with his thumb. He smells different than usual, but I can’t quite place it.

“Did you know?”

“Know what?” My voice is wobbly, and fear so evident in it makes him smile wider.

“What they were gonna do?”

I shake my head. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I knew they were going to do something, just not what exactly.

I still don’t know what they did.

He chuckles softly to himself, shaking his head. Honesty rings in his words when he says, “I was so patient with you. Ready to minimize who I was, just so I could fit into that tiny box of things you can handle without breaking apart.”

My gulp is loud in the room, and he brings his hand to my throat, grazing it with the tips of his fingers. “Now, I’m going to hurt you.”

“No,” I whimper. “Tell me what happened. Please, I want to understand.”

The soft grazing turns into a handful. I gasp when he squeezes hard for a few seconds then releases, still keeping his hand around my throat. A rush of dizziness overcomes me before I can see straight again.

I put a hand on his forearm, about to speak.

“Tsk, tsk,” he tuts me. “The time for talking is over. It’s time to cry now.”

He drags me along the mattress and flips me on my front violently. I gasp loudly as he forces me out of my hoodie. Just as I’m about to cry out for help, I’m the one who stops myself.

For what?

So my mom can wake up and see me in this position?

By the time she hears me, she’ll be too late.

If—and that’s a big if—she hears me through her meds’ sleep, all she’ll be able to do is watch as Caden King breaks me yet again.

All it’ll do is make her worse. Push her deeper underwater.

And what if he hurts her? He’s never had any problem hurting me, and he likes me. I know he does.

He doesn’t like my mom. He doesn’t care. He’ll harm her, maybe kill her.

There is no limit for Caden. Nothing can stop him from hurting people but himself. There are no rules and no laws for him. No sense of decency or respect.

Caden breaks and destroys.

And tonight, I’m his victim yet again.

My time thinking put me in an even weaker position. He’s holding my wrists against my lower back now. His other hand spreads my legs as he settles between them.

“Caden,” I cry out. “Please…”

He leans over me, and his calm whisper contrasts drastically with his violent movements. “Do you remember how I told you I’d do it, little bee?”

I fight against his hold despite knowing there’s nothing to do. He’d planned this all along, and I was the girl stupid enough to listen to him tell me how he would assault me and think I was safe from it since he cared about me.

He bites my shoulder and I whine loudly.

“Shh, your mom’s gonna hear you.”

“Please. Caden, this doesn’t have to happen like this. I know you care…”

And that’s when he flips. His anger takes over as he cups my pussy roughly from behind.

“I care?” he seethes. He leans back and presses the tip of his fingers inside me. Even from above my panties, I can feel the rough invasion. “Maybe that’s what got us here. Because I. Fucking. Cared.”

He presses against my lower back with the hand holding my wrists. I wriggle against his hold to no avail.

“There were kids in that house. Do you understand that?” he hisses with fury.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” My guilt doubles at the mention of children.

“I’m talking about the fire your crew started at my house, you little bitch.” He presses harder against my core, and I want to die of embarrassment. He’s going to feel how wet I am. How the panic of being at his mercy doesn’t mean the same thing as it did two years ago.

“I’m talking about how my nieces could have died tonight if I hadn’t come home just in time to run inside the house.” That’s when I understand the smell on him is of ash and smoke.

My heart drops so low in my stomach I feel sick.

Is that what Sam did? What Emma decided? To set fire to the Kings’ house?

“I didn’t know,” I choke out through guilt and fear. His nieces are just kids. Children who could have died in a war they don’t even understand.

“My dad’s dead,” he drops just before ripping my panties off my body.

He grabs my ass cheeks one after the other before slapping them harshly. I hiss from the pain while doing my best to stay as quiet as possible.

“I didn’t even like my dad,” he says casually. “I just hate the fact that he got killed by insignificant NSC people. It’s fucking annoying.”

I hear the telltale of his belt unbuckling.

“Wait,” I whisper in a panic. “I can’t do this. I c-can’t. Not after what happened tonight. Please…”

I feel the leather of his belt wrapping around my wrists and dread truly grips my stomach.

“What are you doing? What are…”

“Stay quiet now.”

I shake my head harshly but don’t dare make another sound.

He fastens the fake leather around my wrists and lets go of me. I try my hardest to untangle myself from this mess, but with the way he tightened his belt, it won’t budge.

He grips my hips and tugs until I’m on my knees, my ass in the air and my cheek resting against the mattress. I feel humiliatingly exposed.

He runs his fingers against my entrance and mocks me. “This is going to be so hard for you. The fact that you will enjoy what I’m about to put you through.”

‘You don’t have to—” His hand against the side of my face cuts me off as he pushes my head harder against the mattress.

“I told you to shut the fuck up.” He searches for something on the mattress. The next second, he’s shoving my ripped panties in my mouth. “I don’t want you to wake up your mom when you come on my dick.”

He spreads my ass cheeks, exposing me to the cold air. I feel it against my wet, burning core.

“I tried to be patient with you, baby. I tried to take my time and do good by you.” I feel tears spring to my eyes as he tells me what could have been. “And you just went behind my back and betrayed me.”

I didn’t… I try to say. I can’t even defend myself anymore now that he’s gagged me.

Gone is the man who took his time turning me on. I’m already turned on by his forceful ways anyway.

Gone is the man who made me orgasm before trying anything else. No, tonight he holds my thighs widely apart, then grabs a handful of my ass cheek with one hand and my hip with the other before he forces himself inside me in one violent thrust.

And gone is the woman who hated him so much she couldn’t find any of this erotic. She’s been replaced by the woman who moans loudly against her own underwear as he starts moving inside her.

It hurts; there’s no denying it. Despite being wet, I feel like he’s ripping me open. I’m so full of him my tummy contracts and aches. And somehow, through the pain, I find a perfect rhythm as he violently abuses my body.

My moans are essentially shrieks when he pushes deep inside me. I hear him grunt at his own violent movements, and my arm muscles tighten from pulling at the binds.

“Why did you have to ruin everything?” he rasps, yanking at my unkempt hair. He presses the small of my back with his other hand, and I arch backward, my chin practically lifting off the mattress. He’s relentless as tears fall down my cheeks. The tension in my body is ready to snap.

One hand leaves my hair, pulls out my panties, and instead, he shoves three fingers inside my mouth. I cry out against him, forced to swallow back my moans as he rubs aggressively inside me with his cock and somehow makes it feel sensual.

“Fuck…” he pants. His movements are cruel, but I feel the way his hand rubs my lower back in a reassuring gesture, helping me to take him. “You feel too fucking good. Look at you taking me in so well.” He chuckles, mocking the way my body bends to his will. “What a dirty little whore.”

I explode around his dick, feeling my lower belly fluttering and my body tightening around him.

I don’t have time to take a breath as he pulls out and flips me around. He holds his dick firmly and thrusts into his fist before exploding all over my chest and stomach, his head thrown back. When he’s finished, he grabs me by the jaw, pushing my head to the side and keeping me in place as he leans over me.

“Are you mine now?”

I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling more tears fall down my cheeks. I can’t look at him, but he knows the truth.

“Do you hate yourself? For loving it so much.” I feel his sneer against my ear.

His grip tightens as I nod, unable to keep the truth from him. He bites the skin just below my ear and sucks on it, making me gasp.

“What are you doing?” I panic.

With my hands still tied behind my back, there’s nothing I can do as he bruises his way from my ear, all along my jaw, to my chin.

“Don’t…” I whimper. He violently fucked me without asking for my opinion tonight, yet it’s as he leaves his mark on me that I genuinely voice out my refusal. “Please, Caden…everyone will see.”

I have no choice except to stay still, watching the opposite wall through tears as he takes his time fucking up my life.

He finally pulls away and smiles down at me. “Isn’t that the whole fucking point, little bee? For your entire crew to see that you were in the arms of the enemy, being fucked senseless and coming hard on my dick while they were trying to take us down?”

I cry out as he releases me and stands up again. He flips me around, undoes the belt, and then uses it to whip my ass harshly. I have to bite my tongue to stop myself from screaming from the pain.

“Just thought I’d leave another mark,” he says simply.

I turn over as he approaches the window. “So, is this it?” I rasp in a broken voice. “Is that all you wanted out of us? To hurt me?”

He turns around, and his white teeth almost appear sharp in the dead of night. “Oh, no. Don’t worry, baby. I’m far from being done with you. Now that I’ve had a taste of the best pussy in the world, how am I supposed to leave you alone?”

I sit up, wrapping the sheet around me. “Do you even care a little about what I want out of this?”

“No,” he says simply. “You had your chance to go out with the nice version of me, and you fucking blew it. So don’t go crying to your daddy anymore because if something happens to my family again…what I did to you tonight will feel like the sweetest sex you’ve ever had in your life.”

“Caden, I promise you I didn’t know what they were going to do,” I choke on a sob.

“But you knew they were going to do something,” he says. He sounds so disappointed in me, so betrayed. “And you chose not to tell me. See, after Jade jumped you, I told everyone they’d have to deal with me if they touched you. You? You just let them come at me without as much as a warning. That’s the difference between you and me.”

“Please,” I shake my head, refusing to accept that our good times are over. Tears stream down my face, and I do my best to wipe them as they come. “Don’t leave me like this. Just stay. Stay, and we can talk through it. We can make this right. If you leave now, it really…it truly feels like…”

His smirk sends a chill down my spine. “Like you were my victim?”

I nod at the same time as I sniffle. I run my forearm under my nose and push some strands of untamed hair away from my face. I feel dirty, soiled by it all. His cum is still sticky on my breasts, and my whole body is aching. “Please…”

“You look beautiful when you’re broken,” he says softly. He turns to the window again and, like a nightmare disappears when you open your eyes, he escapes into the night.

Right where he belongs.