Corrupted Chaos

by Shain Rose

I could never hold a candle to the love Dante had for Delilah. Even after I professed my decades-old love for him, I knew it would never be reciprocated because there was no one else for either of them.

I needed to keep my life like a calm lake, but when Cade came around, it turned into a tumultuous ocean, waves crashing violently on the shore.

I was the fucking fireball you threw in when you wanted hell, not the angel who’d bring you heaven like my sister.

Those eyes of his could have been the same color as honey if he was sweet. Instead, they burned dark into me just like whiskey would have burned going down my throat.

“You let a man you didn’t even care about almost bring you to tears down there. You let him see the fire in you when he didn’t deserve it.”

“I definitely deserve your anger. And I’d enjoy you throwing it at me, baby doll.”

“Now that we have a minute, go on, turn around and let me feel how big your ass really is, Ms. Hardy.” I’m embarrassed to admit I got wet right then, his voice filled with gravel and edge against my skin, commanding me in a way I wasn’t used to. “What?” I whispered. His tone had already sent sparks through me—so much so I couldn’t focus. “I’ll show you I’m nothing like that fuckboy who didn’t appreciate what he had in front of him.”

“Do you like throwing your anger at me yet? Don’t you see I deserve it, and I’ll make you feel good while you do it? Gerald could never do that,”

“Guess I’ll have to be close enough for you to feel me near you, on you, and in you, huh?”

“Oh, I’m going to hell, baby. But I’m dragging you with me.” He curled his fingers over my G-spot, so fast I heard my pussy purring as I got closer and closer to my climax. He whispered in my ear, “Time to feel the licks of fire and see if you ever want to come back to earth.”

“Ms. Hardy.” He tsked while he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean. “You can say you hate me all you want but your lies taste so damn sweet.”

“I’ve done a lot of bad too.” “Sometimes good requires bad.”

“I’m not waiting another minute for you, baby doll. I’ve had to endure your bad attitude for long enough. Now, I’m going to fuck it out of you.”

“Damn right I am. You’ll gag, baby. And you’ll love it.” He dragged a finger down my jaw to my chin. “Good. Show me you can take it.”

Izzy fucking Hardy: my kryptonite.

She was a nuisance, and I told myself it was to keep her in check, but I realized then and there that she was my nuisance.

I wasn’t getting the control back either. Not as I bent down and bit her neck. Not as I craved leaving marks. Not as I coveted seeing how she was mine, the proof visible by her reddened skin.

“I’m fine with you hating me as long as your pussy loves being wrapped around my cock.”

“You have lips made for sinning, Izzy.”

“And I’m capable of breaking every bone in a man’s body, but I’d like to refrain from doing that. So don’t do it. No one is allowed to hold your life in their hands except me. You understand?”

“You’re corrupting me, dollface. I tried to avoid you for days, and then I switched accommodations because I saw you look at another man. And I don’t know if I can concentrate with the smell of you in every corner of this cabin.”

“Your family would see you either way. Everyone sees you, even when you’re not paying attention.”

she had a smile that was genuine on her face, and her eyes shined a more vivid green and gold than I’d ever seen, sparkling with so much life that I knew this was the phoenix in her—the version of her I wanted to see always.

“You’re a menace to our sanity, and I can’t fucking deny you. I’m obsessed with how you resist me and then square up to me. We have to know when to stop.”

“Don’t come to my side unless you can handle me fucking you sore, Izzy. Don’t come near me unless you’re ready for me to wreck you, because it’s all I want. All I dreamed about.”

It was fucking personal and sexual and territorial when you slipped your clothing on someone else.

The fire danced around us, the only light of the night, with the moon and the smoke curled around her body like she was fucking the devil.

All I saw was her. All I wanted and needed was her. And she must have felt it too because her pussy clenched, and she screamed my name into the fire like I owned her. I truly wanted to believe I did.

“You’re damn near perfect in the dirt, Izzy Hardy. I’m struggling not to take a picture of you.” “I’m an absolute mess.” “And that’s exactly how I want you,”

“I don’t need to team build—” “Team build or no cabin fucking, Cade,” she ground out. I mumbled, “Like you make all the rules . . .” I was starting to think she did.

“Jesus Christ, you taste so damn good when you’re being bad, baby doll.”

He accepted the twisted part of me and knew when to grab hold of it and not let it go.

I wanted to shoulder the weight with her, to show her that she could handle it all. And if she couldn’t, I’d be there to handle it with her.

But without me, she was chaos. She needed me to push her, to pull out the real her. Without the real Izzy, the world was less brilliant, less crazy, and so fucking boring.

People didn’t break down in tough situations unless someone else was there whom they trusted, whom they could lean on, whom they knew would have their back as they broke. It scared me that my soul trusted him, that I was happy he was here instead of anyone else.

I knew better than to listen to her, but she was my glitch, my downfall, and she’d spread like a virus, corrupting every part of me. Love made a person stupid. And I loved her.

“Don’t women rule us? She owns my soul. I can control every computer you log into, the technology that protects your country, and I can control if you live or die. But she controls me. She says kill you, and I ask how she’d like it done. Do you understand? Take a look around you.”

“Watch how we work, Izzy. You see us together here, holding this. It’s me making you feel everything, protecting you from the other side of destruction, and you holding my life in your hands. Me and you. We work.”

“What are you gonna do if we say no, Cade? Respect our decision?” “Respectfully, no. I’m not even going to respect her decision if she says no. But I’m giving you the courtesy of bringing it to your attention.”

“What if I say no?” She smirked. “Doesn’t matter if you say no either.” She laughed and then hiccupped, tears streaming down her face. “I’m still a mess. I still have to stay sober, and I still have to—” “You’re my mess. The one I want. Every fucking part of you, Izzy. Now, listen to your boss and say yes.”