Page 25 of Beautiful Fiend

“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 bodydisagreed,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.

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