Beautiful Fiend: Chapter 31

His smile is demonic. He looks like the devil, covered in blood and proud of it.

Caden feeds from people’s fears and mistakes. He waits for anyone to provoke him in any way and pounces to nourish the monster in him. And the way he’s looking at me right now? I’m his next prey and am not getting out of this tattoo parlor before he gets his way with me.

If Caden is the devil ready to destroy me, and I’m dying for him to devastate me, what does that mean? If he’s crazy, what am I? Like him?

Worse?

“Your clothes, little bee,” he says impatiently. “I want them off, and I want you on all fours. I’m going to fuck you covered in his blood.” He grabs his dick through his jeans and his crazy eyes meet mine.

I drop my top to the floor and undo my jeans.

What am I doing?

Constantly jumping to action when Caden orders something. Getting wet from him forcing me to do things I don’t want to do.

He tattooed me.

Marked me as nothing but his. I’m not a person, not a human being with feelings and needs and wants. In his mind, I’m just his property, and he marked me as such.

Owned by Caden King. That tattoo on my ribs and the crown added to my NSC dagger make me want to cry…and yet I’ve let him fuck me and make me feel all sorts of ways.

And I want more.

So much more.

Finally naked, I lower to my knees in front of him. When he gets close to me, I put my hands on the button of his jeans.

“Would you look at that,” he says as his hand grabs my ponytail. “I’ve finally made a good, obedient girl out of you.”

I pull his throbbing dick out of his boxers, and my heart speeds up. How can I have gone from being scared of it to salivating in front of it? What has this man done to me?

“Open, baby,” he rasps.

I brush my lips against it and slowly open my mouth. Hesitantly, I wrap my tongue against his tip, then move to the underside before looking up. His eyes are bright from lust and impatience, though he doesn’t move and doesn’t push me. He knows this is a big step for me. This is how it all started. And he’s not forcing me anymore.

No matter how fucked it is, I’m doing it out of my own need, and I don’t even want to think about what that makes me.

I wrap my lips around him and take him into my mouth, running my tongue under his dick as I feel his hand tighten in my hair and the hiss from his mouth warming the top of my head. I look up to watch him looking down at me, so much love in his gaze I feel it all the way to my toes.

There is a dead man behind him. A man he killed for me. Out of his own irrationality, but for me nonetheless. And it warms my stomach all the way down to between my legs.

I feel my pussy tightening as I take it further into my mouth and down my throat.

“Fuck,” he rasps.

Keeping my lips firm around him, I pull forward and back, bobbing my head up and down as I do so and making sure to keep my tongue running along his shaft.

“Shit,” he grunts after a minute. “You’re gonna make me come.” He pulls away from me in a sudden movement. Completely out of reality, I follow and end up falling on all fours.

“Don’t you move,” he says in a rush. He walks behind and lowers himself to his knees.

“Oh my god, Billie. You are so fucking wet. You’re dripping down your thighs.”

“I know,” I moan as he runs his fingers against my clit. “I need you.”

“Need me to what,” he says low as he inserts a finger inside me. He’s so slow, torturing me with a promise of pleasure.

“To…to…” I pant.

“Say it.”

“I need you to fuck me, Caden. Please just…just fuck me the way I love.”

“How is that, baby?” he says, now a finger deep inside me. He inserts another one and my elbows buckle below my weight.

“Hard,” I moan slowly. “Please…”

He removes his fingers and I feel the tip of his hard dick against my entrance.

“Oh god,” I breathe out. “Yes.” I try to push against him, but his hands come to my hips.

“Tsk, tsk. You’ve not been good enough yet.”

“Caden,” I huff with frustration.

“Mm, my name on your lips when you’re desperate, is priceless.”

“Caden,” I groan as he shifts and his dick slides between my pussy lips. The tip hits my clit and I see stars.

“Who does this pussy belong to, Billie?”

“You, Caden.” He thrusts inside me slowly, and I want to die from need alone.

“Who does this body belong to?”

“You, Caden,” I groan as he pushes some more. “Oh my god…” I can hardly breathe from the pleasure overwhelming me.

“Who do you belong to, Billie? Who fucking owns you? Who’s got their name tattooed on you? Their mark on your fucking heart?” His growl is animalistic as he moves deeper inside me.

“You!” I scream from pleasure. “You, Caden,” I pant as he starts moving inside me.

He slams in and out of me, using so much strength I almost fall right on my face. My muscles are turning into jelly from the pleasure, and when he curves his hips and hits my G-spot, my arms give up as I moan loudly.

He catches me at the waist and wraps a hand around my throat, bringing me up so my back is to his chest. He continues fucking me relentlessly. I can feel sweat coating my back as I get closer to coming. It’s when he drops a featherlight kiss in the crook of my neck that I explode.

We got tested and I got the shot, so it’s without any guilt that I come undone as he comes inside me. He groans and stills just before we both fall to the floor, and he flips me over.

He doesn’t give me any respite. Climbing on top of my naked body, he grabs my wrists in both his hands and places them on the floor on either side of my head before unleashing his mouth on my breasts. He bites and sucks, covering me in hickeys. He’s a starving beast as he makes his way up my neck and redecorates my jaw with the necklace he always leaves. It was starting to fade; better ensure people can still see it.

“Enough,” I grunt, bucking my hips. “Caden, that’s enough marking me.”

“Never,” he rumbles in my ear like a madman.

“If we’re going to give this a real shot, I can’t always be walking around town with hickeys on my jaw.”

He pauses and straightens up, peering down at me with a confused face.

“Say that again.”

I frown as I repeat, “I can’t always be walking—”

“The other bit.”

A smile tugs at my lips as I repeat myself. “If we’re gonna give this a real shot.”

“Yes,” he smiles wickedly. “I want to hear that again.”

I giggle, and his eyes soften. The gentle, human version of him is coming back to reality. He lays down on me, nuzzling against my neck. He releases one of my wrists and undoes my ponytail, bringing my thick hair to his face before he inhales deeply. He keeps a hold of it and looks at me.

“Say it again.”

“We’re gonna give this a shot, Cade. Us.”

The things this man gets me to say when I’ve just had an orgasm…it’s almost like I meant them all along. Almost like I can only be myself in his arms after he’s pushed me to see the truth.

“Mm, my girl.” His hand tightens around the ends of my hair, and he breathes me in again. “Mine.”

We hug for long minutes until I start shivering from being naked on a cold floor. Caden helps me up and back into my panties and jeans. I have no top anymore, so he takes off his t-shirt. My eyes stay stuck on his abs for a few seconds before something else catches my eyes.

“What is that?” I ask, my eyes stuck on the bee tattooed on his chest, right where his heart is. He must have had it done recently because he didn’t have it the last time we had sex completely naked.

He looks down at it then back up at me. He slides his t-shirt over my head, and I inhale deeply, relishing in his fresh scent.

“Caden,” I insist. This time I touch the tattoo. “What is this? When did you get it done?”

He takes my fingers in his hand and brings the tips to his lips, kissing them one by one. “You said it earlier, baby. I’m fucking crazy. A maniac. Unhinged. I found what I need. And what I need is you, little bee.”

“You…got tattooed…for me?”

“So did you,” he smirks. “Aren’t we the cutest couple?”

Letting go of my fingers, he grabs my head and kisses me deeply. When he takes a step back, he says. “I’ll cancel the fight, baby. Don’t worry about it.”

This man…he will be the end of me.