Page 14 of Undisputed Chaos
I was about to tell her more, or maybe just kiss her again until neither of us could think, when her friend jostled us.
Isla blinked, looking dazed as reality washed back in. Her friends surrounded her, a wall of sequins and perfume, all talking at once.
I saw the moment she realized what she'd been doing and who she'd been doing it with, her eyes widening as she touched her swollen lips.
"I-I have to go," she stammered, smoothing down her dress with trembling hands. "I'm sorry?—"
The Uber logo lit up her phone as she fled, her friends herding her toward the exit.
The realization she was leaving hit me like a sucker punch. Every cell in my body screamed to follow, to hunt, to take back what was mine.
The predator in me roared to life, demanding pursuit.
I moved through the crowd like death itself, bodies blurring as I tracked the golden hair disappearing through the exit doors. Nothing else existed but the need to reach her, to reclaim her.
I burst onto the sidewalk, scanning the street with predatory focus. She was twenty feet ahead, her friends clustered around her as she fumbled with her phone, looking so beautifully vulnerable in the streetlight.
Then a car pulled up, sleek, with the unmistakable Uber logo glowing in the windshield. She glanced back once, her eyes catching mine for just a heartbeat.
Something passed between us—recognition, fear, desire—before she ducked into the backseat.
I froze, watching as the taillights merged into the flow of traffic, taking my obsession with them. My hands clenched into fists, the urge to chase physically painful.
This wasn't over. Not even fucking close.
By the time I slid into my Lambo, I'd already drafted a searchalgorithm, cross-referencing every Isla in here with social media accounts, credit card transactions, and security cameras.
She'd kissed me like she wanted to die in my arms, had bared her throat like she was born to submit to me.
The prey wanted to be chased, and this predator was more than happy to oblige.
CHAPTER TWO
Isla
The Uber's air conditioning hit my flushed skin like a shock, my heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat.
I collapsed against the seat, fingers pressed to my lips, which still burned from Adrian's kisses.
The memory of his big hands on my hips, fingers around my throat, sent another wave of crazy heat through me.
My friends would think I was insane if they knew how that single touch had ignited something dark and needy inside me.
"Oh my GOD, Isla!" Bailey shrieked, her birthday tiara askew as she bounced beside me. "Who was THAT?"
Tracy leaned forward from beside Bailey, her eyes wide. "You were practically climbing him in the middle of the dance floor! That is so not you!"
I'd met Bailey and Tracy through social media about two years ago when my account started gaining traction. They were both lifestyle influencers with followings bigger than mine, and I'd been so excited when they'd reached out to collaborate.
They were mostly nice, but they'd never understand the part of me that had melted when the dangerous stranger pressed his thumb against my racing pulse.
I covered my face with my hands, mortification and exhilaration battling for dominance in my chest.
"I don't know what happened," I mumbled through my fingers. "I just... I don't know."
That wasn't entirely true. I knew what had happened—I'd been utterly consumed by a stranger with green eyes and tattoos that told stories I desperately wanted to read.
A man who looked like danger and tasted like dark promises I'd never dared voice.
