Corrupted Chaos: An Enemies to Lovers Forced Proximity Romance (Tarnished Empire)
Corrupted Chaos: Chapter 5

Izzy Hardy shouldn’t have been on my team at all. This was reason enough for it. I had my cock so far down her throat, I was sure I could see the indent in the column of her neck. It made my dick pulse harder.

Izzy fucking Hardy: my kryptonite. Curves for days and a fuckable mouth that I’d imagined biting, bruising, and maybe kissing once or twice.

Yet, I had never fucked an employee before, nor did I plan on doing it again. Honestly, I barely fucked any women I talked to more than once. It wasn’t worth my time. But Izzy was the exception. This would be a one-time occurrence after years in the making.

And it had been years.

After her undercover work with the Albanians, I’d hoped she would leave well enough alone. We busted them for a drug operation, but she’d known there was more to it. Albanians were fighting for power, and it meant they were doing more than one illegal thing. Izzy wanted them on the hook for everything.

They’d mistook her sister for her, and I remember how they’d held one another once Delilah was found. I understood it too. I would have killed for my brother and sought revenge without question.

She wanted justice, and I had to give her credit—she was better than most of the team, or at least stubborn enough to get it. So I’d reassigned her to corporate where she’d be forced to move on. I dealt with rival mob families and threats to our nation, not a little girl from the suburbs who didn’t know when to quit.

Yet, I swear even from a remote location, she messed with my mind. Numerous times in the past twelve months, she’d attempted to breach systems I’d specifically told her not to.

But she remained undeterred.

And my dick remained hard for her as if I reveled in her deliberately disobeying me. Nobody deliberately disobeyed me. No one but her. And I was thoroughly enjoying her rebellion.

I made note that I was going to have to erase the security cameras more than once tonight. Especially now that I was fucking her mouth. Goddamn, I was going to catalog this. I wasn’t kidding when I said I wanted a picture for evidence. Izzy was beautiful with her mouth wide open, her hazel eyes trained on me, and that jaw slack enough for my length to slide in. I pulled the elastic bands out of her pigtails, so I could undo them and run my hands through her hair, messing it up—just the way I wanted her.

Her plump lips around my dick felt better than I’d imagined, and I was sure every guy who’d met her had imagined it. They were full, like Angelina Jolie’s. Her body was so small I almost got concerned I would break her as I fucked her, yet she’d met me thrust for thrust, her curves giving me more to grip as I buried myself in her. The fact that her boyfriend told her to drop weight was a firm reminder that I’d be ruining something in his life soon enough.

I gripped her hair harder as I fucked her mouth, trying my best to control how fast I made her take it. When she gagged and her eyes watered, I smiled down at her. “Damn. I hate how beautiful you look when you’re at my mercy.” I swiped away a tear trickling down her cheek with my thumb, before pushing further down her throat.

Tonight, I’d gotten her new and untrained, completely willing but not fully ready. I knew Izzy had experience, but she hadn’t experienced me. It made me wonder if I could fuck her over and over again until she no longer gagged, until she was used to only me down her throat.

Fuck, I liked the idea of that too much.

When she swirled her tongue around the tip of my cock mid-thrust, I almost lost myself. Maybe I wasn’t used to her, not made to last against her, not made to own her like this.

Her nails dug into my ass. She wanted control, but I wasn’t going to give her any of it. Izzy wanted that everywhere. In the office, in her life. Even with her emotions. And she really didn’t have much of that control.

Every day, I checked the cameras to see who’d made it to work, and she came in wearing these pencil skirts like they’d make her into some prim and proper professional.

“This is how I wanted you. On your knees, begging for more. It suits you.”

She narrowed her eyes, probably taking what I said as an insult. The girl always believed I had it out for her which I’d always thought was for the best. Now, with me bottoming out down her throat, probably not. I’d wanted to maintain a professional environment, and I’d done that by not coming to the damn office. I didn’t handle corporate life well. Or a social one for that matter.

People didn’t want a man around that could unearth all their dirty secrets, and I didn’t want to be around people who tried to hide them either. Instead, I worked remote to keep my family, our government, and the Stonewoods in power. I built the systems that allowed us to rule the world, and I’d built them essentially on my own.

“Suck me harder, Izzy.” I wanted to feel this, feel her finally do something for me that brought enjoyment rather than irritation. And my cock swelled and throbbed as she did.

Fuck, the woman kneeling before me was going to be a problem. Within a couple hours of occupying the same address at the same time, I couldn’t resist her. I groaned as her cheeks hollowed out around my cock, frustrated that she finally listened to me when it came to something like this.

I hadn’t expected her submissiveness, and it got me harder just witnessing it. Her tongue rolled over me again, and I knew I had to stop her if I wanted to finish somewhere other than her mouth. I yanked her hair, and my dick popped out from between her lips. I dragged the tip over them and let my pre-cum coat them, glistening like I’d painted my own brand on her. “My cum looks good on your mouth.”

She licked it off, eyes holding mine in challenge. “Is that the only place you want it tonight?”

I pulled her up, still a handful of her hair in my fist.

This is why I couldn’t be around her. She tested me like she could go up against me and win. I turned her around and bent her over my desk. “I should replace a way to mark every part of you,” I growled, wanting her to back down.

She laughed and pushed her ass against my length. “Do your worst, Cade. It probably still won’t be the best I’ve had.”

The comparison to others pushed me over the edge. I’d thought about Izzy since I’d met her. I practically stalked her digital presence, had notifications on my phone of what she did on the dark web, and checked security cameras every now and then when I was alerted of her facial recognition. 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 thrust into what was mine. “Not when I’m all you’ve ever had, dollface. Because a person only has what they remember, and I will obliterate your memories of other men.”

She gasped as I smacked her ass and then gripped her hip with one hand while my other yanked her hair in sync, bringing her hard down on my length, making her feel every rigid part of me.

She met me thrust for thrust, digging her nails into my oak desk, probably leaving imprints that I would have to stare at later.

“Cade, I’m close. Jesus, so close.”

Our bodies moved on their own accord now, smacking against each other loudly, chasing a pleasure that was stronger than the pain we inflicted by ramming into one another. I knew I was bruising her skin with how I held her asscheek, gripping it so tightly that her flesh plumped around each finger. I knew I was too rough, that I’d lost control.

I’d probably lost control the first moment I saw her tonight, standing there in all her glory, spraying her ex. I hadn’t expected to talk with her, but I came out of the shadows, ready to carry her off and fuck the anger out of her when I saw it. 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.

And then she arched and screamed out my full name. “Cade Armanelli . . . I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.”

I love how she breathed those words. Like she needed to believe them. Like I pulled an emotion from her that was so visceral she had to avoid it by covering it with hate.

“Keep telling yourself that, Ms. Hardy.” I slammed into her one last time and emptied my seed. “I’m fine with you hating me as long as your pussy loves being wrapped around my cock.”