Beautiful Fiend: Chapter 5

The rest of the way takes us through muddy roads surrounded by trees. It’s only once we’re deep into the forest that Caden tells me to stop. There is nowhere to park, so I just stop along the trees.

“Turn your lights off. Or light, I guess.” Just as I do, another car comes our way, its headlights blinding us and stopping us from seeing who’s driving. I know it’s a bigger car than mine, higher too, but that’s about it.

Caden opens his door, letting the cold air and smell of the pine trees into the car. “Stay here. Don’t move.”

I watch him walk over to the other car. The window must open because someone hands him what looks like a black cloth. Caden comes back to sit in the car with him.

“Damn, it’s cold,” he says as he closes the door again. “Alright, here’s how it’s going to work. Every week, I will give you a time you have to be here. You show up on time. Then you turn the car off and wait for them. Once you see their cars, you put this on.”

He gives me the cloth they handed him, and I eye it suspiciously.

“What the fuck is that?” But I get my answer as soon as I grab it. “Are you kidding me?” I hiss. “I’m not putting a hood over my head—”

“Put it on. Now.”

Something clicks, and I finally understand who’s giving him the goods. “Brave of you to get supplies from the Wolves,” I say. I don’t know what they’re supplying him with, but it looks like he’s deep into it.

“Smart little thing you are. Now, if you know what’s good for you, you know you don’t want to see a Wolf’s face because—”

“It’s the last thing you see,” I cut him off. The Volkov organization is notorious enough for everyone on the North Shore to know their motto. “But you just saw them.”

“Yeah, well, they make exceptions for fuckers who bring them a lot of money. You don’t make them any money. So you put it on, then you put your hands on the wheel and wait. They’ll come and load your trunk. When they’re done, they’ll tap your window. You wait until you hear their car has left, then you can take the hood off and leave too. That’s the first part. Simple enough?”

I nod despite feeling the fear heavy in my stomach.

“Now be a good girl and put that hood on for me.”

“For fuck’s sake,” I mumble as I put it on with trembling hands. Everything that is Caden-related makes me want to drop everything and run away.

Searching blindly in front of me, I grab the wheel tightly. It’s stuffy in here and it smells of dust.

“I swear to god, Caden,” I say between gritted teeth. “If this is a setup…”

“Then you die,” he says lightly. “Better than your videos being leaked, believe me.”

I startle when someone opens my trunk.

“They’re just going back and forth with the products. Relax.”

“Easy to say when you’re not the one with a fucking black bag on your head.”

I feel him shift before his smug voice reaches my ears. “I can help you relax if you want.”

“Not even in your wildest fucking dreams will you ever touch me again,” I hiss.

Not caring one bit about my opinion, his hand comes to rest on my thigh, and I tense even more.

“Don’t touch me,” I rage. I go to take the black bag off, but he stops me with his other hand.

“They’ll kill you.” The sentence is so simple yet so effective.

“Then let go of me,” I say as calmly as possible. He lets go of my wrist but tightens his hold on my thigh.

“Caden…” All my muscles stiffen, and my hold on the steering wheel threatens to break my bones.

“Just don’t move, little Scott.” His hand slides higher and I’m too late to close my legs. When I do, it only reinforces the presence of his hand against my pussy. My jeans feel rough as he starts rubbing me.

I shift, but it doesn’t change anything. I would need to remove the hood and jump out of the car to avoid him.

“If you do anything else but stay still, these guys will put a bullet through you so fast you won’t even realize how you died.”

His fingers push against me, and my clit starts to tingle. The fear in my stomach doesn’t disappear, but it welcomes the tension that wants to snap like an elastic band.

“Don’t,” I whisper groggily. Electricity leaves his hand to travel up my body and make my heart beat faster.

“I don’t know if you remember, Billie, but telling me not to do something rarely gets me to stop.”

He presses hard and uses my jeans to rub against my clit. My thighs tighten and uncontrollably squeeze his hand to keep it in place.

“Shit,” I pant.

“It’s okay if it feels good.” I can hear his sick smile spreading and feel his deviant side relishing in the situation.

“It d-doesn’t. Stop it.” He presses harder, and a moan slips past my lips before I pinch them together.

“Are you sure?” His rubbing intensifies. “Are you sure it doesn’t feel a little bit good?”

His other hand slides under the hood and I feel something against my lips. He’s trying to get me to open my mouth with his thumb. “Just let it out. Give it to me.”

I shake my head, biting my lips so he can’t make me open them, but my hips are starting to roll, following the movement of his hand and chasing for release. I can sense a moan forming at the back of my mouth.

“Just let it go, baby. Show me how good I’m making you feel.” He firmly wraps his hand around my jaw, forcing my lips to spread and my mouth to open. At the same time, he presses harder against my jeans and, ultimately, my clit.

I cry out in a groan. “No…” I pant as I feel myself getting closer and closer. “Caden…I don’t want to come. P-please.”

“Shh.” His breath is against my chest, and I hadn’t even realized how close he was. I’m practically heaving with a need to come. When his lips meet the swell of my right boob, and he starts sucking violently, I wholly let go.

With my hands tight on the wheel, I rub myself against him, buck my hips and chase the orgasm I can’t resist anymore. He bites my breast harshly and I come apart on his hand.

He keeps rubbing me until my cries become whimpers and finally lets go of me completely.

In a forceful movement, he rips the hood off my head. Automatically, I squeeze my eyes shut, as scared to see a Wolf as anyone would have been to see the boogeyman.

Caden cracks a laugh. “They’re gone, little Scott.”

I slowly blink my eyes open, unsure if I can trust him. “I…” I gulp, suddenly realizing how hot I am. It was stuffy under that bag. “I didn’t hear the tap on the window.”

“No,” he smiles and tilts his head to the side, observing me. “You were preoccupied with something else.”

He reaches out to me with his hand and wipes my forehead. I only notice now that I’ve been sweating. “Had a good workout?” he mocks me.

I push his hand away with as much violence as I can muster in his presence. “Stop it,” I rage. “Why? Why did you do this?”

“You liked it,” he shrugs.

“I didn’t want it,” I shout while he is perfectly calm.

“Your body disagreed.”

“I don’t care! I don’t want you. Do you understand that, or is your self-contented, pathetic brain incapable of processing rejection?”

He opens the window, relaxing in a way that shows he doesn’t give a damn about anything. “Rejection doesn’t exist when I can take what I want, whenever I want.”

The shock is too great to handle. Is he serious?

“When you’re done gaping, will you start the car and finish the job? I won’t be with you next week, so I need you to know what to do.” His casual tone pisses me off even more.

I feel the line between my brows trembling and contorting from the frustration. I pinch my lip together, stopping myself from saying anything I would regret. I want out of this. I need to find a solution before he eats me entirely. Before I disappear within his resolve.

I start the car and follow his instructions. I silently drive to someplace on the North Shore while he makes a few calls.

My body is still tingling, electrified from the orgasm, and I can’t help but think about the pleasure he brought me. About how my body disagreed, as he says.

Once I’m parked in a vacant parking lot where weeds have grown between every crack, he asks me to get out of the car.

“You’ll come here after getting everything from the Wolves. Someone will come to get the car and bring it to the warehouse you see over there.”

I look at where he’s pointing, barely able to make out the shape of the warehouse from the lack of light. A car is approaching us, and then two men exit it. One is a gigantic beast I would never want to fight, and the other is a short man with a scar going from his ear to behind his head. The short man talks with Caden briefly, but I can feel their reluctance to say much in front of me. Caden introduces me as his ‘driver’, and tells them not to accept anything from anyone else. The guy takes my car away and follows the other vehicle back to the warehouse.

The cold night turns freezing now that I’ve fully come down from the orgasm and I’m not in my car anymore. I look away from Caden to avoid having to talk to him. Every time he opens his mouth, I loathe him a little more.

I feel his presence behind me before he speaks, his heat warming my back.

“You know,” he says low. “For someone who doesn’t want me, you’ve come twice for me.”

“Shut up,” I push past gritted teeth, not even turning around.

From behind, his hand comes around to rest on my right tit, where he bit me earlier. “I think it’s strange that you can come from being forced. I also think it’s hot as fuck.” How can someone say such horrible words with a voice projecting absolutely zero emotion?

I snap around and push him hard enough to make him stumble back.

“Someone’s not loving the truth,” he scoffs.

“What do I need to do for you to just stop. Fucking. Touching me. I thought you said you weren’t interested. I thought you—”

“I didn’t say that.” His voice turns a shade of dark that makes me tread backward, increasing the distance between us.

“You said it earlier in the car,” I attempt.

“See, I think you only heard what you wanted to hear. I said if I wanted to have you again in the past two years, I would have.”

“Exactly, then stop! Just fucking leave me alone.”

“I didn’t want you in the past two years. But maybe I want you now. Seeing you again, all weak and miserable, back to being at my mercy…maybe I want to take advantage of that.”

I shake my head. “You’re so fucking sick,” I hiss.

“You have no idea how much. I’ve been so tame with you. You can’t even imagine what I could do to that tight little body of yours.”

My throat dries up and I feel a pulse in my clit again.

What is wrong with me?

How can his words make me feel so hot?

“Just find someone else,” I whisper, turning away from him again. “If you’ve got dangerous needs, find someone who’s willing to experience them with you. I’m not.”

He’s about to respond, but the two cars appear again. The short man gets out of mine and walks to Caden.

“All done.” He gives him a black bag overflowing with wads of cash and nods. “Pleasure doing business with you, King.” Caden doesn’t reply; he just nods back.

The short man turns to me. “We’ll see you next week.” He climbs back into the other car, and they disappear into the distance again.

“And then you come for me.”

“I am not coming for you again!” I shout in exasperation.

He bites his lower lip before a huge smile spreads on his face. He shakes the bag at me. “I said you come to me, little Scott. To give me the cash.”

I feel my cheeks heating to the point that steam could evaporate into the cold air. I honestly thought he said come for me, but I must have misheard.

“Whatever,” I spit before rounding my car.

Instead of getting in, he follows me, forcing the hair on my neck to stand.

“If you’re that desperate to come again, you just have to beg nicely,” he sniggers from behind me.

“You know what?” I turn around swiftly, and before he can take a step back, my fist flies to his cheek.

He stumbles back, dropping the bag and touching his cheek. “Fuck!”

“Does this look like I’m desperate for you to touch me again?”

I’m annoyed at myself for taking the risk of hurting my hand, but I feel fine, and my next fight is in a week. Plus, there’s nothing like seeing Caden King’s cheek swelling slightly as it bruises.

“Billie,” he teases as he straightens back up. His jaw moves from side to side as if checking it’s not broken. “You just propelled the sexual tension through the roof, baby.” He winks at me before grabbing the bag and putting it in the back seat. He walks back to his side of the car and climbs in, so I do the same.

“Fuck right off to hell, Caden,” I mumble as I start the car. “Seriously.”

He laughs heartily. “Can I take you with me?”