A couple of hours had passed when Izzy finally broke through the densest part of the jungle and back onto the beach. She could hear the boys closely behind her as she ran up the beach towards the plane, where Ryan was already standing, waiting for their return. He had a smug look on his face and immediately Izzy knew something wasn’t right. She stopped short in front of him, the others fighting their way up the beach so none of them would be last. Harry was the last one to reach Ryan by about 2 feet. “Harry gets the consequences!” Louis shouted excitedly. Izzy swallowed, she being the only one who noticed Kelsea’s absence.


“Where’s Kelsea?”


“She realized after you all left that she would be the last and would have to face consequences anyway, so she chose to get them over with while you were gone. Don‘t worry, I turned off the cameras first,” he spat at her before turning to head back to the plane. Izzy saw red; she knew that Ryan had manipulated them, and the entire fucking situation. Before she even knew what she was doing she launched herself at Ryan. Punching and kicking him.


“Where is she? What did you do to her you fucking asshole?! I’ll kill you if you hurt her!” Izzy screamed, while she pounded on him relentlessly. Liam being the only one strong enough to pull her off of Ryan, reluctantly peeled her away and held her tight, hoping she wouldn’t turn on him like the last couple of times, but all her anger was focused on one person, Ryan.


“Ryan if you so much as hurt a hair on Kelsea’s head, Simon will have your balls.” Harry shouted.


“Where is she?” Zayn demanded.


“She left,” Ryan groaned, rubbing the bruises that were already forming on his face.


“Let go!” Izzy shouted breaking free of Liam’s grip. “I’m not done with you! You better learn to sleep with one eye open you motherfucker!” she screamed at Ryan, before turning and running back towards the cave. As she ran, tears spilled out over her cheeks. Izzy hated crying, it made her feel weak and she hated feeling weak. She was just so afraid of what she would find when she got to Kelsea, she couldn’t help it. Kelsea was right, they were in trouble. They should never have done this, but now that they were here, what the hell were they going to do about it. “Kelsea?!” Izzy shouted, running into the cave. Kelsea was lying on her side on her mattress sleeping. Izzy could tell just by looking at her that she had been crying. Her eyes, cheeks and lips were still red and swollen. “Kels?!” she said kneeling beside her. Kelsea’s eyes opened and she grabbed Izzy’s hand. “Tell me what he did?” Izzy said.


Kelsea carefully pulled herself over and laid her head in Izzy's lap. Fresh tears began to roll down her cheeks. "He punched me as hard as he could then flipped me over yanked down my pants and spanked me. He made me count for him as he hit me."
Izzy closed her eyes, trying to find some calm within herself and asked slowly, “How many times, Kelsea? How many times did he hit you? I need to know how many times I'm going to stab a motherfucker."

"I really don't know. I lost count after 67, I think I blacked out.”


Zayn kneeled down by the girls and lifted Kelsea's shorts gingerly from her bum, “Holy fuck, guys look.”

"As if I need any more humiliation,” Kelsea said burying her face in Izzy’s thigh. She really wasn't comfortable enough with these guys yet to have them all staring at her ass so critically.

"That motherfucker, I’m going to kick his punk ass," Izzy yelled, gently shifting Kelsea back over to her mattress and jumping to her feet only to be stopped by Zayn.

"Listen Ninja, I know you want to taste his blood right now. I think we all feel that way. But babe, you're just one girl, look what he did to her."

"Oh, so because I'm a girl, I can't kick his ass?"

Louis came up behind her and pulled her to his chest so her back was against him, "No one denies you can kick ass but face it love, you only kicked his ass back there because you took him by surprise. One on one, you don't have a chance. I'm sure he's expecting something now. Let’s be smart."

Zayn took his shirt off and threw it, “Fuck plans, I'll deal with this."

Harry and Liam gave each other a look that screamed ‘Oh Shit’. Harry looked to each person and nodded, “Ryan is about to meet the Bradford Bad Boi."

Zayn found Ryan with a tissue, wiping blood from his lip. He gave Zayn a half-hearted smile as he walked up, “Man, Simon really needs to have that Izzy put to sleep. She's a vicious dog."

"Well, the way I see it, you’re the one that needs to be put down," Zayn said, giving him a crazed look. Ryan tried to run but Zayn was too fast. He made short work of pulling Ryan to him by the lapels of his silly suit. Just as he was about to punch Seacrest, the phone rang. Zayn reached in and snatched it out of Ryan’s pocket, “I got this. What Simon?"

"Yeah? Uh huh? He beat that girl. Her bottom is blooming with bruises. Good! Right, Got it."

"Ha, he won't let you hit me Malik,” Ryan said, being his smug asshole self.

“Actually, he said to make sure I throw in a few punches for him." Zayn snapped. Ryan knew then, he was fucked.

Izzy stood off in the shadows watching Zayn beat the living shit out of Ryan.

"Pow. Boom. Poof." she made a sound effect for each punch, “Kick his ass Zayn, fucktard."

"Watched too much of the old Batman series did ya?" Izzy turned to see her other pain, Payne standing behind her.

"Gah, creeper. Go away. I'm watching a fight"

"I can think of better things to do with your time. Come on." He picked Izzy up with ease and put his hand over her mouth before she could try to scream. No one would know what happened to her and by the time he was finished, she would never be the same.


By the time Liam let Izzy go, he had dragged her almost clear across to the other side of the island, and boy was she pissed She took a step back and met his eyes. She wanted to scratch them out, spit in his face and then curse him out for being exactly what she thought he was.

A bad boy.

A playboy.

A heartbreaker.


But she also wanted to kiss him. And let him take her right then and there on the beach and put an end to the dull ache of desire that had been plaguing her since she met them all. “What the fuck!” she screamed.


A frown flickers across Liam’s forehead, “Look, I brought you here to apologize. I’ve been behaving like a dick. I had this plan to try to get close to you by getting close to Kelsea but with everything that’s happened; I just don’t think that’s a good idea anymore. Is there anyway, we can fix this?” Liam asks, motioning his hands between him and Izzy. Izzy bites her tongue and forces her lips into a smile, shaking her head negatively. Liam sighs, watching her closely, “All right; well, I guess we’d better get back then,” he says, pushing past her. Watching him walk away, Izzy finally gives in to the urge to scream in angry frustration. Liam turns to face her again, closing the space between them quickly, he grasps Izzy’s elbow. “What the fuck is your problem anyway?!”


“Don’t fucking touch me!” Izzy demands, wrenching away from him. He looks stricken, which only makes Izzy madder. “You don’t get to touch me until I tell you too!” she screams, balling her hands into fists. It’s all she can do not to physically lash out at him. She’s getting louder and she knows it. She’s also taken a step forward which puts her right against Liam’s chest, which is where her index finger is currently buried. Looking up into Liam’s eyes, her eyes and temper are ablaze. Slowly, deliberately, Liam wrapped his long fingers around Izzy’s wrist, then straightens his arm, pulling it out to his side. He tugs sharply, nearly causing Izzy to fall into him.


“You’re gorgeous when your angry.” he murmurs softly, his eyes flickered down to her lips, and they throbbed like he was already kissing them. “Why are you fighting this?” he asked. His only thoughts were about how badly he wanted to kiss her. He starts to bend his head towards her. Blood was roaring in Izzy’s ears. She was desperately trying to think of something else to say, but she couldn’t and then, his lips met hers. They were warm and at first the pressure was light. As much as Izzy wanted to resist, her resolve evaporated when she felt his tongue run along the crease of her lips. Without thinking, she parted them. His tongue slid along hers, stroking it, teasing it, as he used his grip on her wrist to pull her tighter towards him. Izzy did the only thing she could. She melted into him.


The fingers of his free hand worked their way into her hair and he tilted her head to the side as he deepened the kiss. He got more aggressive, like he wanted to eat her up. And she wanted him to. God, did she want him too. He released her wrist and she felt his palm at the base of her spine. His fingers splayed as he pressed her into him. He was hard and he was huge. She could feel him against her belly. Warmth gushed through her and pooled between her legs. Izzy knew instinctively that sex with Liam would be an earth-shattering, soul-screaming, body-rocking good time.


Liam briefly pulled his lips away from Izzy's and looked her right in the eye. He could see her desire and need . It was written all over her face. "Baby, I’m none of those things you think I am. I'll show you," he told her laying her down. He had never wanted anyone so bad as he wanted this girl. She was feisty and so full of untapped passion. He couldn't figure out why she denied herself so much. She could have anyone she wanted, well, except for Niall. "I want you, Izzy. In all ways."

"Uuugg," was all she could manage as she pulled him down to her, missing his lips already. He gladly obliged and laid atop of her, pulling her into his strong arms. Liam couldn't believe how well she fit to his body.

"Can I have you Izzy? Will you give yourself to me?" Twice in just a few minutes, Izzy was rendered speechless. She wanted him badly but couldn't vocalize so she nodded her head. He sat back on his knees and pulled off her drawstring shorts with ease. Izzy sucked her breath in. Never had she been with a guy who made her so crazy and so full of desire at the same time. Her shirt and bra soon followed. He weighed her breasts in each hand before softly biting her nipple as he slipped a finger into her. She instinctively moved her hips and made his finger slide in deeper. God, it felt too good to be true. She was about to come just from this. Liam looked her over and licked his lips, the sight of her swollen nub beckoning him. He leaned over and gave it a lazy lick. Izzy let a moan escape her lips as she let her legs fall open. Liam tested her again, this time with two fingers and found her soaking wet, “So, do you need more foreplay or..?"

"Fuck foreplay, inside me, now!"

"If that's what you want, love."

"Shut up and fuck me, Payne?"

Liam smiled and positioned himself at her entrance and thrust in deeply. Izzy screamed out and lifted her hips off the ground, taking Liam with her. He was caught a little off guard and guided her back down. She felt amazing and was oh so tight as he slid slowly in and out of her. She pounded her fists into the ground next to her as she moaned in rhythm with his thrusts, “Harder, fucker!" Liam didn't need to be told twice and began to pound into her body hard. She moaned and screamed, loudly. She reached up and took him by the shoulders, pulling him to her, “Hold me while you fuck me, please." Liam gladly obliged, hoping to make her see that this was something more than simple fucking. She was going to forget all about Harry and Louis when he was done with her. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," she chanted as her walls clenched down around his thick meat, squeezing him. At that moment ,he threw back his head and made an animalistic cry as he filled her with his seed.

He fell down on top of her, his head on her shoulder, “Mine, all mine." Izzy raised and eyebrow and looked at his head.


What the hell did he just say?!

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