Beautiful Fiend: Chapter 30

She’s so beautiful when she trains. Billie is the strongest woman I know, and I love that it doesn’t show when you see her. Her big doe-eyes and her small size make her look bite-able. But in the ring? No one stands a chance against her. I’m not sure how long I stand at the back, biting my lip as my gaze travels up and down her body while she spars with Dickie. I am so fucking glad when he finally leaves. Especially since I’m rock-hard under the black ripped jeans I’m wearing. I barely don’t even give her time to take her gloves off when I jump in the ring. She’s focused on staring at the pictures on the wall, her back to me and her earphones in. I bet she’s torturing herself thinking of the professional MMA fighters and knowing she’s not one of them.

Yet.

“Hi, little bee,” I whisper in her ear as I take out one of her earphones. She startles and turns around, a smile brightening her features when she sees me.

“Hi,” she says, still panting. “When did you get here?”

My eyes go down to the hard-on in my jeans and hers follow. “Long enough.” I smile wickedly before grabbing her leggings at the waist and dragging her to me.

“Caden,” she giggles. Fuck, that’s exactly what I needed to hear. She looks up at me with her big eyes and goes on her toes, so I bend down to catch her lips with mine.

“Who knew this ring would ever see you get fucked on it,” I growl against her lips. She smiles and takes a step back.

“It’s not going to see me get fucked. This is Dickie’s gym, we’re not having sex here.” She tries to take another step back, but my other hand grabs her waist, pulling her to me. “Tsk, tsk. Where do you think you’re going?”

She starts trying to remove her boxing gloves, but I stop her. “Keep them on.”

“You want to have sex?” she says with a cheeky smile. “Fight me. If you win, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.” She points to a box with two pairs of gloves in it. “Those are clean. Dickie literally bought them this morning. Completely unused.”

I lick my lips and tilt my head to the side. “Anything I want?”

I watch her squirm on the spot as she nods. “Anything.”

“Remember you asked for it,” I chuckle.

“What? What’s that for?” Her voice is stern, challenging me.

“Nothing.” I shake my head as I separate from her and grab the gloves.

“You’re either laughing because you think it’ll be too easy for you or because you’re scared to take me on.”

“Billie.” I smirk softly. “How could I be scared of a little thing like you?” I mock her.

She snorts at my words and nods like she hears this all the time.

“You’re gonna get hurt,” I reply while still putting the gloves on. “And you know how much I love hurting you.”

We tap gloves, and a second later, we’re dancing around each other. I can’t be the first to attack since I have that alarm at the back of my head telling me that I should not be hitting a girl about half my size. I avoid her first punch and gently tap back on her ribs. She doesn’t wince, barely even felt it.

“Come on, Cade. Fight me,” she growls.

Billie isn’t the kind of girl who likes it when people go easy on her. That much I’ve learned since meeting her. She grew up on the North Shore, after all. She understood from a young age that if she wasn’t strong, she was dead. Or worse.

“Come on,” she shouts as she punches my shoulder. “Hurt me!”

My cock stirs at her words. It enjoys hurting her way too fucking much. God forgive us, we are so fucked up. I pounce and hit her a little harder. We both delve into it, both getting a few punches. I feel fine, barely breaking a sweat until she gets me right in the cheekbone, making me stumble back.

Fuck, she’s fast.

“What’s wrong, baby?” she mocks me with a pout. “Scared someone my size is going to hurt you?”

She’s on me again the next second, hitting me in the stomach and then the eyebrow.

“Shit,” I hiss when I finally manage to counter her blows.

“I must admit,” she says playfully, bouncing on her feet. “It gets me wet to punch you. I think you deserve it.”

My mouth drops open and she uses that moment of shock to strike again. I get a punch to the jaw and have to take another step back. It wakes me up, and I get back at her. Straight. Straight. Hook. Uppercut. I only put half of my strength, even though Billie is now sweating and panting.

“It makes me hard when you pant, Billie.” Her eyes widen slightly, and I strike her stomach, struggling to hold back on that one. She hunches over with a pained grunt. She falls to the floor, into a ball, and rolls onto her side.

My heart drops from my chest as I run to her.

“Shit, you okay?” I kneel by her side and lean over. She sounds like she’s struggling to breathe. I quickly take my gloves off and try to roll her onto her back so I can see her face. “Billie, say something.”

“Boo!” she screams as she suddenly turns around, giggling. She wraps her gloved hands around my neck and pulls me down on top of her. “That hurt,” she murmurs once our mouths are close, lips brushing.

Fuck, she nearly gave me a heart attack. I thought I’d broken her.

“I thought you liked it when I hurt you,” I whisper back. Only now I’m a little lost in my own thoughts.

Since when did I start fearing for her safety so much? When did I start falling so badly I wanted to punch myself for hurting her?

Hell, I’m going to sell my body for her to get out of here.

It’s bad how much I’m into her.

“I fucking love it,” she grins. Her big brown eyes are hooded. They’re so huge it’s the only thing on her body that makes her look innocent. “Hurt me more.”

“This fight is over.”

“I wasn’t talking about the fight.” Her voice drips with sexual need and my cock hardens again.

“You want me to make you hurt, baby?” I rub her pussy roughly through her leggings, and she lets out a quiet moan.

“You want me to make you my little slut in this ring? Do whatever I want?”

She tries to answer, but instead, a louder moan comes out as I drop my head to her neck and start biting.

I lift her sports bra in a quick gesture. I only briefly stare at the NSC dagger tattoo between her breasts before dropping my teeth to her nipple. I bite hard enough to make her gasp. She pulls at my hair, but I don’t let go. She can’t do much with her hands still in her gloves anyway.

“Don’t beg for things you can’t handle,” I say when I finally release her. I lick the reddened bud that’s got the mark of my teeth and she shivers under me.

“I can handle it,” she whispers. “There’s nothing I can’t handle.”

And isn’t that what makes her perfect for me?

Gripping her leggings, I pull them down before ripping off her panties.

“Why do you always wear those little cotton panties like some sort of innocent girl?” I lean down and bite her other breast. “You know you’re a little slut for me, Billie.”

I kiss my way down her body until my head is between her legs and I take her clit into my mouth. I suck, nip, and bite until she’s writhing under me, her hips bucking against my mouth. Her wetness coats my lips and I lick it off with my tongue. There’s more though, she’s dripping onto my face and I delight in the fact that I’m the man who makes her so wet.

Pulling away, I undo my jeans and stroke my cock, watching as her eyes stay fixed on it.

“Something you want, maybe?” I say as I watch her stomach trembling from uneven breaths.

She bites her lip and nods. “Yeah,” she finally puffs. “You.”

I’m not in the mood to make her beg when I can barely hold myself back from destroying her. I enter her in one sharp thrust and sigh in pleasure when she gasps. She feels so tight, accommodating to me like she was made to have me inside her.

I move in and out of her in a hurried rhythm, not hiding how much I need her and the effect she has on me. I lust after this girl, I just want to bury myself inside her forever, and physical touch is the only way I know how to show her for now.

The moment I feel her breathing shorten and the way her body spasms around me, I allow myself to explode inside her. I wrap her arms around my back, forcing her to hold me tightly as I thrust one last time and pull out before falling on top of her.

I’m dressed and ready to go while Billie is still blow-drying her hair, when I receive a text. It’s from Gerald Baker. I had to wait less than twenty-four hours before he contacted me. I only called him yesterday. My muscles tense as I read.

Checking that Billie can’t see anything, I text back.

I’m gonna fucking throw up. Do I get to kill the fucker at the end of the night?

He sends me his address in the next text, and I use the occasion to be on my phone to message Carla. I ask her to start talking to the organizers of the tournament if I give her half the money before Friday. Her ‘okay’ comes instantly, and I feel a wave of relief wrapping around me.

“Caden?”

I pocket my phone as Billie comes to me. “Yes, little bee?”

She grabs my hand and peers up at me with puppy eyes.

“Can we get milkshakes on the way back?”

This. This is why I’m doing it—the simplicity of her happiness.

It’ll all be worth it when she leaves this shit town and blossoms into the woman I know she can become.

“What about your fighter’s diet and all that?” I say as I grab her duffel bag.

She shrugs. “It’s calories. I’m not too worried, anyway. I won’t be fighting anytime soon. It doesn’t really matter which weight category I’m in.”

I nod, not mentioning that it will matter very soon. One milkshake won’t change anything.

“The only problem with your milkshake is that you get strawberry, and that’s disgusting,” I laugh.

“You’re disgusting,” she fights back, pretending to be hurt.

“Are you trying to get yourself in trouble with me?” I bend down, putting my shoulder against her stomach and grabbing her as I stand back up with her over my shoulder.

“Caden!” she shrieks.

“Alright, I think I’ve got all my stuff,” I say calmly.

“Put me down. I hate being carried.”

“Little bee, I’m just grabbing all my possessions and going to my car. What are you talking about?”

“I’m not your possession, Caden. Put me down,” she growls.

“I’m loving the damsel-in-distress look on you,” I laugh as I walk out of the gym, not putting her down until I sit her in my car.

She goes to punch me in the stomach, but I grab her wrist and kiss the inside of it. “You taste delicious,” I say, before inhaling her scent. “I want to eat you right now.”

“Can it wait until after my milkshake?”

I chuckle against her skin and nod. “Whatever you want, baby.”

I walk to my side and we’re off for milkshakes. I have to drive all the way to the south bank, so we don’t go anywhere that’s either her crew’s territory or mine. I don’t care, it’s worth it, and it’s more time with her.

She slides into a booth while I order our milkshakes and return to the table with her strawberry and my chocolate.

“Are you fighting at the warehouse?” she asks, her brows furrowed and her eyes still on her phone.

“Oh, yeah. Tomorrow night. It’s not the Death Cage or anything. It’s just easy money against some loser from NS—” I cut myself off, pinching my lips when I realize what I’m saying.

I’m sitting next to her rather than on the other side of the booth, and I can practically feel her anger simmering beneath her skin. Her jaw works from side to side as she looks up at me with a deadly stare. “And who’s the loser from NSC?” she says spitefully.

“I don’t know,” I shrug. “Look, I’m not doing this because it’s NSC. I’m doing it because it’s money, and I’m guaranteed the win.”

“That sounds pretty cocky, don’t you think?”

“You’re not the only unbeatable fighter out there, little Scott. I’ve never lost a fight, and I’m not about to start tomorrow. I’m sorry, but your NSC boys can’t do shit against me in the ring.”

“You’re fighting Xi!” she rages. “Emma just told me.”

I can’t help the smile from spreading on my face. “Am I?”

“Caden,” she says sternly. “He’s barely recovered from the stab wounds. The ones you inflicted on him.”

“Then I guess he shouldn’t be fighting,” I say calmly before drinking from my milkshake.

“Don’t be a dick,” she continues. “Just don’t do the fight.”

“Tell your stepbrother not to fight me. Who knows if I’ll feel as generous as the last time I saw him.”

She nods, not saying anything further. We finish our milkshakes in silence and I know I haven’t heard the end of this, but I don’t add anything.

We’re in front of the diner when I can’t take the silent treatment anymore. “Nothing else to add about that fight, then?” I ask while closing the door behind me.

“Nope.”

“Come on, little bee. Let it all out.”

“I have nothing to say,” she smiles innocently. “You go ahead and fight Xi. And when he gets hurt, I’ll go home with him to help heal his wounds. He can stay with me in my room while he gets better.”

I stop in my tracks, and a step later she stops too, turning back to me. “What?” she asks, pretending she didn’t say all this to piss me off.

“Oh, little bee,” I smile. It’s when she sees that smile that she retreats, unsure she’s safe with me anymore. “Who else but you would be silly enough to try and make me jealous?”

I wrap an arm around her shoulders and calmly walk her to the car. As soon as we’re inside and I lock the doors, she gives me a frightened stare. Her expression is like a deer caught in headlights.

Pretty sure Bambi never looked as scared as she does now.

I put the car in drive and get on the road again.

“Are you taking me home?” she asks quietly after a few minutes of driving. She knows I’m not. We’re not going her way at all.

“I think you know the answer to that question.”

“Where, then?”

Choosing to let her simmer in her fear for a little longer, I don’t answer.

“Caden, I’ve got a morning shift tomorrow. I can’t stay out forever.”

“Not forever,” I taunt. “Just enough for me to teach you a lesson.”

She shifts in her seat, and I glance at her, watching the way her thighs tighten.

“Do you get turned on knowing you’re about to be punished?”

“No,” she huffs out. “You’re crazy.”

“I am so fucking crazy when it comes to you, baby,” I mutter. “Obsessive jealousy, keep-you-to-myself-forever crazy. You’ve seen nothing till now. But you just wait.”

Ten minutes later, we’re parked in front of the place I’ve been dying to take her to for weeks. I’d managed to keep hold of myself until tonight. I guess no more.

I walk to her side and grab her upper arm tightly, forcing her out of the car. “What are you doing,” she hisses.

“Making sure you don’t run away.”

As I expected, her eyes widen when she sees the tattoo parlor. She tries to stop, but I keep walking, and she’s forced to follow.

“What the fuck!” Her attempts to get away from my hold are getting my dick hard.

I push the door open, and I’m greeted by Nick, the man who has done every one of my tattoos.

“Caden,” he cheers. “I wasn’t expecting you, man.”

“Cancel the rest of your night.”

He looks at Billie then back at me. “You or her?”

“Her.”

“Absolutely fucking not,” Billie resists some more. She glares at Nick. “Touch me, and I’m punching your lights out.”

There’s a slight pause while I smile to myself. “She’s capable,” I tell Nick. “But she won’t because I’ll be holding her down.”

“Caden,” she snarls. “Get this idea out of your head. Right now.”

I drag her to the tattoo chair at the back of the shop, and her fighting gets more resilient. “Stop…I’m serious, stop.”

It’s so easy to force her small form onto the chair that I almost feel bad. I watch Nick lock the shop and draw the blinds before coming to the back.

“Stop fighting me, little bee,” I threaten low.

“You’re about to mark me permanently,” she fumes back. “I’ll fight all I fucking want.”

“But it’s so useless,” I say deadpan. “I’m just dying to see what will happen when you try to make me jealous after tonight.”

“I wasn’t trying to make you jealous,” she grits.

“That’s a lie, and we both know it.”

Her eyes go to my belt as I slowly unbuckle it.

“W-what are you doing?” She tries to get off the chair just as I place myself by her head and grab her hair. I tug her back down so quickly she shrieks from the surprise.

“Caden,” she huffs. The panic is starting to settle now that she realizes this is going to happen and there’s nothing she can do about it. “I was…I was just annoyed. You know I would never let Xi stay in my room. I just wanted to convince you not to do the fight.” She winces when I yank harder, forcing her to stay lying down.

Letting go of her hair for a split second, I slip my belt out of the loops and bring it around her throat before pulling at both ends.

“Now, if you don’t want to choke, you’ll have to lay down and let Nick tattoo you. Can you be a good girl for me?”

“I don’t want a tattoo,” she coughs. She brings her hands to the belt, trying to ease it off her neck, but I don’t relent. “Please, I got the message.”

“No, you didn’t,” I say low. My voice is hoarse from the need to teach her how badly she belongs to me.

Nick settles next to her and glances up at me. “Alright, what do we want?”

“Nothing!” Billie shouts back.

“Don’t make me gag you,” I growl then look at Nick again. “She’s got an NSC tattoo between her tits. I want you to add a crown to it.”

“No!” She twists. “Caden, don’t fucking do this.”

“Go on,” I tell Nick. “Cut her top open.”

As soon as Nick gets close to her with scissors, she grabs his wrist. “Do this, and you’re dead.”

I grab both ends of the belt in one hand and grasp her jaw with the other. I tighten my grip on the belt until she’s peering up at me, choking.

And I smile down at her.

“Do you want to die, Billie?”

Her cheeks are getting red as she unsuccessfully tries to breathe. She shakes her head and lets go of Nick before tapping aimlessly at her neck.

“No?”

“C—” she tries to cough my name.

“Fucking sit still before I choke the life out of you.”

Squeezing her eyes, she nods desperately, and I loosen my hold slightly. She takes in a ragged breath, tears lighting up her pretty eyes. “Please,” she whispers.

Ignoring her plea, I nod at Nick, and he starts cutting her top open.

She’s not wearing a bra, and I can’t stand my tattoo artist seeing her that way. “Hide my tits, Billie. Cover them with your hands.”

This time, instead of fighting me, she’s more than happy to listen as she cups her small breasts with her hands.

I hate that tattoo of a dagger that marks her as NSC, but I can’t do anything about it. It’s the gang she was born into. I can add my mark to it, though. And it’s not the only ink she’s getting tonight.

“Caden,” she tries one last time as Nick dips the needle in the ink. “Please, I’m sorry…”

“Here she is,” I sigh softly, caressing her hairline. “I love to hear you apologize for being a bad girl.” I smile down at her before turning to Nick and nodding.

“No,” she cries out as the buzzing resonates around us.

It takes him about twenty minutes to add a crown around the handle of her NSC dagger.

Billie cries silently the whole time, and I know deep down I should feel bad. Except all it does is get me rock-hard.

He puts a sticky protective film on top of it and then looks at me for the rest. “I texted you what I want on her ribs.”

A minute later, Nick is back at work. Billie keeps avoiding my gaze. She’s looking at an imaginary point in the shop, wincing when Nick starts tattooing her rib just below her left tit.

When he’s done, he puts a film on that area too, and I take a picture of it. My hands are practically shaking from the high of knowing she’s now marked as mine forever, and there’s nothing she can do about it. I show the picture to Billie and smile at her.

“So? Do you like your new tattoo?”

Her eyes grow so wide I’m worried they might pop out of her head. She whispers as she reads, “Owned by Caden King…” All the hope leaves her body as her head hits the chair and she closes her eyes tightly. “Why?” she rasps.

“Keep-you-to-myself-forever kind of crazy, little bee,” I murmur before dropping a kiss on her forehead.

“I hate you.”

“Hate me all you want. You’re still mine.” I buckle the belt around the head of the seat rather than letting it go.

“What are you doing?” she panics.

I ignore her. “Give me some tape, Nick.” He rolls his chair to the side and throws me some duct tape.

I bind each of her wrists to the arms of the tattoo chair and she starts fighting me with all she has. “Caden!” she screams with fury. She twists, only there’s nowhere to go with her arms and neck fastened to the chair.

“Is it uncomfortable?” I say, pointing at the tattoo on her ribs. “Did it hurt?” Nick had to press his fingertips to her stomach to do his job since she was trying to move. He had to press hard to make sure she wouldn’t mess up the art, and now there are little red dots where he touched her. I don’t like that.

I don’t like that another man touched her skin.

Fuck. I’m deep into this shit.

“It’s a fucking tattoo. Do you honestly think it was comfortable?” she seethes.

“Do you need a magic kiss, little bee?”

“Fuck you and your magic kisses!”

I lick my lips, not able to contain my hunger for her. “Why do I love it so much when you’re mad at me and can’t do shit about it?”

“Because you’re fucked in the head!” she shrieks.

I nod. “I agree. I was a little crazy before I fell for you. Now I’m completely deranged. I’m a maniac for you, Billie.”

“This isn’t falling for me,” she pants, still fighting her bonds. “This…is…it’s…”

“Crazy? Obsessive? Wild? I fucking feel it all, trust me.”

She screeches in frustration when I lower her jeans. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

“I think we both know that you not wanting something never stopped me.” Going on my knees in front of the chair, I rid her of her jeans and panties before spreading her legs.

“I’m going to kill you,” she snarls. Her eyes go to Nick, but mine don’t leave her beautiful pussy when I say. “Go write up my bill, Nick.”

He leaves the room in a split second. He’s barely gone when I dip my tongue in Billie’s pussy.

“Fuck,” she groans, trying to fight the pleasure.

“What made you wet, little bee?” I could drown in her all day. I want to spend the rest of my life on my knees in front of her, making her crazy from orgasms and forcing her to love me despite everything working against us.

I push my tongue in and out of her before pulling away slightly. “Is it because I’ve made you mine completely? Because you know I’ve ruined you for anyone else?”

I lick her clit slowly, making her squirm with need. “Is it because you really, truly love it when I force you to do things out of my infatuation for you?”

She doesn’t answer. She can’t because my tongue unleashes on her clit before alternating between dipping inside her and flicking her bundle of nerves like a starved man.

She moans loudly under me when I finally take it between my lips and start sucking, applying slight pressure with my teeth. She screams my name, coming undone on my tongue as her hips push into my face.

I can barely stop when she begs me to, shouting that it’s too much. I just want to stay here forever. I just want her to understand how much she means to me. That if I force my love on her, it’s only because that’s all I have in me. Love for her. Passion for her body. Fascination for her mind. Lust for her soul.

When I pull away and gaze up at her, she’s a mess on the chair. Her pussy is so wet it must be uncomfortable. She fought the tape and the belt, and her skin is now reddened on her wrists and neck. Her cheeks are flushed, her ponytail a mess falling to the side of her head, and her chest is heaving. But her eyes? They’re bright from the orgasm. Vivid from new feelings flooding her body and her brain. Feelings I’m sure, just like me, she can’t control.

“Fuck, that was hot,” I hear behind me. Billie freezes at Nick’s voice. Her legs cross, and she fights the tape around her wrists again.

“Oh my god,” she panics.

My eyes narrow into slits as I slowly stand up and grab my switchblade. I cut off Billie’s binds and undo the belt.

“Cover yourself,” I say calmly. “I thought I told you to leave,” I add, turning to Nick.

“Man,” he chuckles. “You’re eating out an NSC girl on my tattoo chair. Right after having me tattoo between her tits. I think I deserved a tip.”

“You think?” I ask slowly. “I guess we have different opinions, then.”

“I guess,” he shrugs. His eyes go to Billie behind me. “Into sharing?”

Nick is a big guy. Tattooed from head to toe, obviously. He killed a few men for us in the past. We bring them here, and he takes care of them in the back.

“No.” My voice has dropped so much I could swallow darkness and spit it back in his face. “Not into sharing.”

“Eh,” he slaps his hands to the side of his thighs. “Next time, maybe. I got your bill ready at the front, man. Feel free to…finish whatever you started.”

“Yeah, I was planning to,” I grunt. “I was going to fuck my girl while I had her tied to your tattoo chair, but you kind of got in the way.”

Nick lets out a throaty laugh, missing the fact that I don’t find any of this funny.

“Now,” I add. “You’ve touched my girl. Seen her tits and watched her orgasm. And the funny thing is,” I laugh to myself. “You think you’re gonna live after that.”

“Caden,” Billie tries to intervene as I sense her standing up.

I point a finger at her, not even bothering to look at her. “Sit back down.”

I hear her slump back into the chair and point my opened switchblade at Nick. “I don’t even know how some of the Kings still haven’t heard our new rules.”

I take three steps toward him, grab the back of his neck and stab him in the stomach. “No touching her.” I pull the knife out and stab him in his ribs. “No watching her.” The next stab is right in his heart. “No disrespecting her.”

Just for the sake of it, I slash his throat. His blood splashes onto me, and I’m forced to take a step back and let him fall.

I turn to Billie. She’s sitting on the stool next to the chair and staring at me with wild eyes and her mouth agape. She’s holding her ripped top to her chest and has buttoned up her jeans.

“You—”

“Take your clothes off,” I cut her off.

“You can’t just kill people for—”

“Did you not hear what I just said?”

I point the knife at her, and she shoots up. Putting one hand in front of herself. “You’re insane. You’ve completely lost it, Caden. You asked him to tattoo me. Asked him to cut my top. Of course, he was going to see me topless!”

“No one listens when I tell them not to fucking get close to you. What else do you expect me to do? They should have spread the word by now.”

“No one can spread the word because you’re always killing them. Dead men can’t talk and warn others that Caden King has lost all sanity. You make no fucking sense!”

The fear in her beautiful brown eyes feeds the monster in me. It feeds the wicked, possessive being I can’t control around her.

“No, baby. I make no sense anymore,” I growl low. “It’s you. Don’t you get that? It’s you messing with my brain, messing with my sanity. I had so little of it and look at me now.” I smile widely, and I can’t even imagine what I look like to her. “Utterly in love.”