Jade Crawford is Dauntless-born, bred, the best of the best. Fresh out of Initiation, she's eager to start her life with her fiance Ayden and top position in Dauntless. But when she brings Eric down from his high horse, chaos ensues. What started as Eric's simple ploy for revenge, turns into a dangerous game of cat and mouse. Both Eric and Jade discover bravery has consequences, as both get caught up in the most dangerous liaison of all: Love.

Hello all...I've been writing this for a while on Tumblr, and have been talked into uploading it on here and Archive. This is the first fic I've ever written, so be gentle. You can always find me on Tumblr at emmysrandomthoughts.

I do not own the Divergent series, it and all original characters belong to Veronica Roth.

Will have adult themes, such as smut, domestic violence, regular violence, infidelity, angst, and various trigger warnings throughout.

I've decided to go ahead and include this disclaimer for every installment: If you're looking for the Eric fic that portrays him as the heroic white-knight-in-shining-armor that rides to the rescue on his white horse down a rainbow path, THIS IS NOT IT, AND NOT THE FIC FOR YOU. In this fic, Eric is violent, dark, and does upsetting things that can cause triggers. If you are sensitive to these things, PLEASE HEED TRIGGER AND TAG WARNINGS before deciding to proceed... I put them there for a reason. Read at your own discretion...

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- Emmy

Laying back against the pillows, guilt washes over me in a shameful tidal wave. Flinging my arm over my eyes, I draw the sheet higher. Clutching it to my breast, I look over to see Eric isn't beside me. The faint embers of a lit cigarette are visible from where he stands on the balcony, making me breathe a small sigh of relief.

I swing my legs over the side of the bed, scouring the floor for my clothes. Finally, I spot them crumpled in a small pile near the foot. As I snatch them up and start to get dressed, the sliding glass door opens.

"Where are you going?" Eric asks, leaning against the doorframe.

Feeling his eyes, I don't turn around or answer him right away. As I slip my bra back on and reach around to fasten it, I feel him behind me. Closing my eyes and biting my lip, I silently implore him to just let me get dressed and go but know it won't be that simple. Nothing with Eric ever is. He wraps his thick, muscular arms around my waist, the scent of cigarette smoke and whiskey invading my nostrils. I silently shake my head, willing myself to focus.

"Come back to bed," he murmurs huskily, his lips grazing just behind my ear, his breath hot on my neck. He strokes the bare skin of my stomach with his fingers. Lust shoots through my veins, clouding my head. I try to break away, but he keeps me firmly in place. "I have to go, Eric," I whisper, gently disentangling myself.

I pull my shirt over my head, then slide my panties up the length of my long legs. Eric lays back on the bed, lacing his hands behind his head. He's shirtless, his muscular chest slick with the exertion of our recent activity. His tattoos catch the light from the single dim bulb on the nightstand, making him appear even bigger than he actually is. He'd pulled on a pair of jeans that hang low from his hips, exposing his chiseled abs and torso. Ignoring his gaze, I look for my skirt while feeling my whole body flush.

"You don't have to rush off you know. We have all night…."

"No, we don't...I have to go. I shouldn't be here in the first place…"

"Yet you are, for a while now."

"Well, not anymore. This really was the last time."

"Sure it is. Just like it was the last time all the other times…"

"I mean it, Eric... this is done. I never should've…. should've…"

A fresh wave of guilt laps over me and I can't finish. I hurriedly locate my skirt and slip it on, trying to ignore Eric's chuckle while looking for my shoes. "Oh, yes, that's right," he mocks, reaching over and picking up his phone. "The boyfriend probably wouldn't like that you were just all over my dick." He scrolls through for a moment as I grit my teeth, biting back a sarcastic response. I find my boots and sit down to zip them. Eric sighs loudly, looking up.

"Why are you still wasting your time with him?" he asks, making me inhale sharply.

"I'm not wasting my time. It's none of your business anyway."

"Whatever, Jade. I don't get it, but it's your life."

"Yes, it is, so that's the end of this conversation and the end of this."

Eric smirks, turning back to his phone. "We'll see how long that lasts. He'll piss you off again, and you'll be back here within the hour that he does, same as always," he dismisses in a bored tone. My nerves start to tingle, realizing I might as well tell him now and get it over with. Placing my hands on my knees, I will my voice to remain steady. I don't know how he'll react to this.

"Well, that's just it, Eric. He's not my boyfriend any longer," I state quietly over my shoulder as I stand, making Eric look up again. "Oh really?" He sets his phone on his stomach. Eric rolls to his side, grinning smugly. "You finally got rid of the loser? Took you long enough…" Taking a deep breath, I meet his eye while holding out my left hand, where my new engagement ring now sparkles.

"He's no longer my boyfriend because he's now my fiancé."

All the amused humor drains from Eric's face as his eyes whip to my hand, then back to me. I nod and hold his gaze for a moment, before breaking it and turning around. His stare burns into my back, as I quickly try to find my phone and keys, desperate to leave. When I can avoid his gaze no longer, I look up to see him with an ice-cold glare, his jaw clenched. He doesn't say anything, and finally I find my things. Without a word, I make my way towards the door when his voice rings out.

"This is a joke, right? You have got be fucking kidding me…"

Stopping dead in my tracks, I close my eyes with a sense of dread settling over. Shaking my head, I slowly turn to see him now standing with a tense posture. His hands are clenched into fists, with an expression I would consider as lethal. Like a predator stalking its prey, he moves toward me until we're mere inches away. I lift my chin defiantly, refusing to be intimidated.

"No Eric, it's not. Ayden proposed, and I accepted. We're getting married in a few weeks. So yes, while I know I've said it before, this time I intend to hold to it. This is done. This…whatever…we've been doing is over. This is the last time you'll see me here."

With that, I turn to leave when Eric's hand clamps on my arm. His grip is tight enough to leave a bruise. I try to yank free, but he holds fast. "How do you really see that working out, Jade?" he asks quietly. My pulse starts to race. It's the same deadly tone he uses with initiates, right before inflicting some horrible punishment. His lips are right near my ear. Trying to ignore the effect his proximity has on me, I channel my anger. Finally whirling to face him, I clench my jaw in determination.

"Let me go... There's nothing left to discuss. I told you it's done, and I mean it."

"Not even close. I want an explanation."

"An explanation for what? Why do you even give a shit?"

Eric's eyes begin to glitter dangerously as we glare at each other, both refusing to back down. "Tell me, Jade. Does your fiancé,-" he spits the last word out like it's a bad taste, "-know I've been fucking your brains out for weeks now? Or do you conveniently forget to mention that? Do you go home and kiss him, knowing your mouth was just on my dick?" he taunts. I feel my blood start to boil.

Just leave, I urge myself, shaking my head in disgust. I once again turn to walk away, but Eric keeps me in place.

Just then, my phone buzzes in my hand. I quickly glance at it and swallow. Eric looks down, his expression hardening when he sees it's Ayden. "Ah, speak of the devil," he sneers. "Well go on, answer it. Can't keep your fiancé waiting," he taunts with a glare, making me roll my eyes. I press accept and put the phone to my ear, heading for the front door.

"Hello…"

"Hey, baby. What are you doing?"

"Nothing really, what are you doing?"

"Just ridin' around on factionless patrol. The usual. You're packing up your apartment I hope. I want to move you in by tomorrow."

"Yes, Ayden, I'm going to pack as soon as…ahhh!"

I yelp in surprise as Eric suddenly steps in front of me. He bends and swings me over his shoulder, carrying me back towards the bedroom. What the fuck is he doing?! I scream silently.

"Jade? Are you okay? What's going on?" Ayden asks in a curious tone. I bite my lip to keep from yelling. "Nothing, babe, I just…thought I saw a spider," I sputter, as Eric deposits me on the bed. Glaring furiously, I try to roll to the side but he moves over me, pinning me from the waist. He forces my legs to part as he settles his large body between them.

"Jade? Are you still there?"

"Yeah…. yeah, I'm here, I just, you know spiders freak me out…."

"That's my girl. She may be a badass Dauntless warrior, but she's no match for a spider…"

"Oh…. oh…ha-ha…"

I grit my teeth, looking at Eric with wild eyes. What the fuck are you doing?! I silently mouth, my panic starting to rise. Eric grins wickedly, placing his hands on my thighs. I try to push him off with my free hand, but he catches my wrist and pins it beside me. He motions for me to continue, mouthing 'talk', as he reaches into my skirt, hooking his finger under the side of my panties.

I watch with a mixture of desire and horror as he drags them down my legs, discarding them by the bed. He pushes my skirt around my waist, though I shake my head furiously. I dare not make a sound, knowing Ayden will hear and I'll give myself away.

"So you think you'll be ready to move in tomorrow?"

Eric kisses the inside of my knee, starting to work his way up.

"Yeah…I…should…. should be able to-to finish…"

He moves to the inside of my thighs, and I feel a tight coil starting to form in my core.

"Jade you sound strange. Are you sure everything is okay?"

Eric kisses my stomach in a slow, torturous manner, and I feel my resistance start to dwindle.

"Yes, Ayden, I'm fine. I…. just had a…. really…long…day and I'm tired…I just need a good night's sleep, and. …Ahhhh…"

As Eric's tongue make slow, torturous flicks over my clit, whatever I'm about to say is lost forever as all rational thought goes out of my head. My back arches while eyes close, as Eric hits that spot deep inside me. I grab ahold of his short blonde hair, trying to stifle my moans as he pumps his fingers in conjunction with his tongue. I nearly bite through my cheek as my orgasm rocks me to my very core. Writhing beneath him, I desperately trying to regain some control but I'm trapped.

"Ayden, can I give you a call back in a little bit? I just wanted to take a quick shower…"

"Yeah, babe. Just give me a call later. I love you.."

"I love you …oohh…too…"

"Jade… are you sure you're okay? You seem a little off…"

"I was just yawning."

"All right…well…get some sleep. I'll see you tomorrow…. bye."

"Bye."

As soon as we hang up I throw my phone to the side. I try to scoot back, but Eric keeps me firmly in place. "Eric what the fuck!" I cry indignantly. "Are you trying to get me busted?! Are you fucking craz-"

I never finish my sentence as Eric suddenly moves with lightning speed, grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head. He holds both my wrists in one hand, the other sliding down to grip my thigh.

"What's a matter, Jade? Don't want him to hear how you sound when you're not faking it, like you probably do with him? Afraid you'll give yourself away?"

I narrow my eyes with a glare. "Well, Eric, I hope you remember what it sounds like because it's the last time you'll ever hear it," I grit out.

The look on his face darkens, making a ribbon of anxiety race through me.

Determination clouds in his eyes as he searches my face. "I didn't take you for an idiot, Jade. That's exactly what you are if you think for one minute-" I gasp as his hand moves between my legs "- I'll let you take this away from me." he starts kissing my neck as he slowly releases my wrists. My hands move under his arms to his shoulders and back. He pushes my skirt above my waist again.

Just like that, I feel my resolve crumble into dust.

I return his kisses with equal fervor, my need to have him inside me right now almost more than I can stand. Cursing myself, I run my hands over his tattooed arms, unzipping his jeans and reaching eagerly for what will satisfy my craving. He hisses between his teeth, closing his eyes when I grip him firmly. I roll over so I'm on top, slowly kissing down his body.

Eric grips both hands in my hair, sitting up partially to watch. I look up at him, meeting his eyes as I go deeper, faster, taking all of him into my mouth. He lets out a strangled cry, suddenly yanking me up and flipping me so that I'm facing away. We're both on our knees, him behind me. He enters me at full force, wrapping his arms around my waist to keep me from falling forward.

Moving my hair to one side, I wrap my arms around his neck. One arm comes up and over my breasts. He wraps my arms tighter around him, his breath hot on my neck and ear.

"This is not over, Jade. Far fucking from it," He growls. "He can't do this to you. You'll never feel the same with him as you do with me. He doesn't deserve you…"

I don't answer, too caught up in the moment. I flip around to face him as he wraps both arms around me again, our mouths connecting. As my legs wrap around him, he continues to rock into me. He lays me down and really lets go. My back arches as we find our release together. My body continues to shake, my toes curling as he grabs my hips and spills himself into me, throwing his head back and closing his eyes.

He collapses over me, both spent and panting. We don't speak for a while, the air thick with a silent conversation. Finally, he rolls to the side. I quietly slip out of bed, smoothing my skirt. Retrieving my panties and pulling them back on, I can't look at him. I can't give him the satisfaction of knowing he can affect me like this.

I can't give him the satisfaction of knowing that he's right.

I hastily grab my phone and keys again and move to leave, praying he doesn't try to stop me. As I get to the front door, his voice cuts through the air like a cold blast.

"End it on your own, or I'll do it for you."

I freeze just as I'm about to turn the handle. Closing my eyes briefly, I finally open the door and slip away. Making my way through the Pit, I come to a grim realization. He's right. This isn't over...it's only just begun.

It was simply the calm before the storm.