Page 107 of Beautiful Fiend

“On when I want to release you from your kidnapping.”

She rolls her eyes. “You’re unbearable.” She tightens her ponytail, and my dick somehow awakens from that gesture alone.

“And isn’t it so annoying that you’re into me, despite that?”

I turn the car on so she can warm herself. She’s just wearing that tight black dress, the fabric looks thin and with spaghetti straps. She must be freezing.

“Why aren’t you wearing a jacket?” I scold her.

“I forgot to grab it when I left the house and only had my Good Charlotte hoodie with me. I know you love it, but I thought it might not fit wherever you’re taking me.”

Before putting the car into gear, I wrap a hand around her jaw and bring her toward me. I lean to the side and take her plump lips hostage with mine. She tries to pull away, making me tighten my grip and her wince. I slide my other hand into her ponytail and undo her thick, long light-brown hair before releasing her.

“Don’t do that,” she pants as she sits back against her seat.

“I prefer your hair down. Though only because I’m the only one who gets to see it that way.”

“I meant kissing me,” she accuses me.

I start the car and turn to her one last time. “I do whatever I fucking want to you. Get that in your head once and for all.” Then I drive out of the parking lot.

“You’re an asshole,” she huffs as she looks out the window and crosses her arms.

I chose an Italian restaurant in the end. I hold the door for Billie as she walks in, and the waiter leads us to a table at the back, a little isolated from the rest of the restaurant.

It’s a round table for two, and I sit down right next to her.

“Just go on the other side,” she orders.

“I don’t think so.” I grab her thigh and she turns to me. “I really do like it when your hair is down. You’re gorgeous.”

“I’m only here because you threatened Xi. Don’t get the wrong idea.”

“How is he?” I ask genuinely. I don’t care about him, but I do care about her being upset.

“Bed bound because someone stabbed him three times in the stomach.”

“Bummer.” I smile. “That’s definitely not gonna help NSC.”

She grabs my hand under the table and pushes it off her thigh. “I hate you, Caden.”

“That’ll change by the end of the night, believe me.”

Her jaw tightens, and she runs her fingers along the silver chain around her neck. Another waiter arrives, and he smiles at both of us. “Good evening, I’m Leo, and I’ll be your waiter tonight. Can I get you anything to drink?”

“Just water, please,” Billie nods.

“I’ll have a Peroni,” I tell him.

Billie looks at the menu silently and I watch her take her phone out. She murmurs to herself as she adds up numbers on the calculator app. At first, I think she’s adding the prices to check her total in true North Shore style. It’s only after a long minute that I understand she’s counting calories.

My brows tug together, but I let her do her thing.

We’re not used to this kind of fancy restaurant, so we both end up having to Google most of the things on the menu. Billie’s face twists when she sees the prices, and she turns to me, her wide doe-eyes confused.

“Seriously,” she whispers. “You’re wasting your money. I don’t even want to be here.”

I get up slowly and stand behind her chair. To the room, I pretend to lean down and whisper some nice words in her ear. What I really do as I bring my lips to her ear is slide a hand up her thigh, hidden under the pristine white tablecloth, and push her panties to the side. Without warning, I push a finger into her tight pussy, and I feel her straighten up from being startled.

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