Page 60 of Beautiful Fiend

Billie: Are you drunk?

I take a deep breath when I see him type.

Caden: I know what you’re thinking. I’m not drunk or planning on doing anything to you (if you behave, of course). There’s no one at my house. I’m tired, just bring the bag.

Fuck this shit. Another deep breath and I open my door. If I die tonight, it’ll be because of my poor decision-making and nothing else.

I drag the heavy bag of cash with me and knock on his front door. My jaw almost drops open when he answers. He was clearly sleeping and I woke him up when I texted him. His dark hair is messier than usual, and his green eyes are heavy and slightly swollen from sleep. He’s wearing aThe Offspringblack hoodie and gray sweats that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination.

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?”

My eyes snap up to his, and I have to scratch my throat before I can talk. “Sorry. Here’s your cash.” I drop it at his feet.

“Please,” he smiles, “don’t be sorry. I love when you look at my dick.”

“I wasn’t—” I stop myself before I get further into my lie. “Anyway, you’ve got your cash. Have a good evening.”

“Hey, hey. Wait.” He grabs my arm just as I turn and brings me toward him across the threshold of the house. “No one’s staying here tonight. Kay is on a trip, and my dad is sleeping at his girlfriend’s house. Wanna come in?”

My eyes dart to where I am now, which is inside the house. “A bit late to ask. As usual.”

He chuckles yet doesn’t lose his focus. “I mean, wanna hang out here? Better than your car, don’t you think?”

“Not as safe, though,” I say instinctively. The last time I was here didn’t exactly feel like a fun place to hang out.

“More comfortable.”

I bite my inner cheek because I don’t want to smile at him. It’s a dangerous thing to smile at Caden King. He might take it as a green light to do whatever the hell he wants.

“I’m meeting Xi for game night. I had to cancel the last two Thursdays because of you, and I told him we could move it to Sunday. Told him I’d be there tonight no matter what.”

He raises an eyebrow and loses some of the sweetness that was present only because I’m here.

“You spend every Thursday night at Xi’s?”

I shrug. “Yeah, we play PS4 and have some dinner.”

“Do you sleep over?”

“Sometimes. If I’m too tired to go home.”

His grip intensifies slowly but firmly. “That stops now. From tonight on, you’re not spending time alone with him.”

“What?” I scoff. “Have you lost your mind?” I shake my head, realizing what I just said. “No. Don’t answer that question. I fuckingknowyou have,” I say more seriously.

He releases me and smiles. I can see he’s trying to make it sickly sweet, but the fury is apparent. “I don’t want to hurt him, Billie. I think it’d be better if you just do as I say.”

“I think it’d be better if you lose the obsession over me. Or whatever it is you’ve got going on. I’m not the kind of person who waits around for a man to come and tell them how to act. I’ve got my own shit going on, and you can shove your order up your a—”

My rant is cut short when his lips slam against mine, and his hand comes to the back of my neck to press me closer. I’m pretty sure I order my hands to shove at his chest. Not for my arms to wrap around his neck and for my toes to push me up so I am closer to him. Not for my lips to part so I can deepen the violent kiss.

We carry on kissing as he drags me further inside the house and slams the door behind us. He keeps walking back, leading me with him until he falls back and sits on the sofa. He grabs my legs and straddles me on his lap. My hips roll against him and my head is above his now, so I grasp the sides of his face and tilt his head up so we can keep kissing.

He only pulls away to chase a greater high. His lips kiss my jaw before they follow the line of my throat and down to my collarbone. He bites my skin and sucks, putting new bruises where the old ones had faded from when he had come to my house.

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