A/N First I have to thank
Nicole aka Pattypattz
&
Dianne aka rdmickey1989
For all their time and help Betaing this story.
If I could send you Rob for a night I swear to God I would!
Just so long as you promise to give him back to me before you set him free ;-P
Next the link to the official site of Shhhhh.....
Shhhhh…..
Chapter 3
A Human in the Den of Sin
Edward stands there waiting for the all clear from his big brother Emmett that the club is clear and safe to walk into. He has been getting untraceable threats as of late about his latest activities having to do with dealings with the Volturi Organization.
Edward is not afraid of anything or anyone simply because being a vampire; it’s a well-known fact that he is indestructible to any human.
However, he also knows that the Volturi are not your average criminal syndicate, like other mafias. He knew better than to get involved, because this mafia is very capable of destroying him at anytime if they feel he is a threat.
Members of the Volturi make typical mafia families look like kindergartners on their first day of school. The biggest reason is that this organization is run strictly by vampires like him. That fact alone makes them deadlier than even the most highly trained military personnel for the government of the United States. Not even a decorated Navy Seal member could stand up against a vampire. However, to humans, vampires are mythical creatures and they prefer to remain that way.
The problem with Edward however, is that he expects people to follow his rules. As for himself, he has this strong desire to break all the rules laid out by anyone else.
Yes, Edward would be called your typical adrenalin junkie if he were human, that was if in fact he had adrenalin pumping through his veins. Since he didn’t, he sought out other ways to get his thrills. Living by the seat of his pants was one way. Breaking rules and not being caught was another. He learned early on that thrills only came when he slipped into his bad boy persona.
He liked that feeling.
No, he loved that feeling.
That fucking feeling of being above the law and indestructible was an aphrodisiac, and he found that women gravitated towards him because of his “bad boy” label.
It was sexy to most females, but that was not why Edward lived for this thrill.
For Edward, dangerous was just another game he liked to play.
It was a rush to live on the wild side of life. Breaking laws and avoiding the cops at all costs. Getting away with things that he should not be getting away with at all.
When you have money, you could buy your way in and out of anything….well almost anything.
Edward had a few carefully guarded secrets. One of those secrets was so well guarded; only one other person knew Edward was the richest man in the world. A secret he intended to keep that way.
Edward is a man who craved control, power, and thrills….as a Dominant; it was just another form of power to him. It gave him a thrill to be a Master to women willing to submit themselves fully to him.
Edward is a man who craved control, power, and thrills….as a Dominant; it was just another form of power to him. It gave him a thrill to be a Master to women willing to submit themselves fully to him.
Fuck conservative.
Fuck vanilla.
Fuck being the apple of Daddy C's eye.
Fuck anyone else’s rules.
More importantly, fuck anyone if they didn’t like his rules. His rules are what mattered. He liked his rules because he could bend them to his every whim.
Edward would never admit though that with his need for power that he also suffered from an obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Edward just saw it as his need for perfection. Everything had to be perfect in his world. From the distance between pictures that hung on every wall in his many homes, to the fact that the dollar bills in his billfold had to be facing up and to the left and numerically aligned from largest to smallest denominations with no bent corners. He even despised creases in them.
Yes, Edward was definitely OCD.
Edward lived for himself and for his beloved family. His world revolved around those he loved and cared for. No one else in his world mattered except for his big brother Emmett, his father Carlisle, and his mother Esme.
Fuck with them and you have already fucked with Edward. No one in his or her right mind fucked with Edward.
That mistake would cost you your life weather you were a vampire or a human.
Oh, and then there was Alice of course. Edward’s little Ally who could do no wrong in Edward’s eyes was always one of the top priorities in his world.
Hell, Jasper could always take care of his own ass and Edward knew it. Ally however, would always need his protection.
Ally and Jasper ran Lovely, Dark and Deep for him most of the time. However, everything that had to do with his private BDSM club was always run by him first. He took pride in his dark little corner of the world. It was a reflection of him, and in his mind it had to be run with perfection just like everything else in his world.
Yes, Edward Cullen was one deadly Dominant Vampire with his OCD issues and his bad boy persona and tonight his hard limits were about to be pushed.
S*h*h*h*h*h…..
Edward sat in his chair perched over his club with a bird’s eye view of all his surroundings as he held his cell phone talking to one of his many investors.
The music that plays overhead does not interfere in his conversation because his acute hearing is easily manipulated to tune out whatever he needs to and tune in to what he wants to focus on. He is a vampire after all, and vampires come with heighten senses and abilities that humans dreamed of having, but would never possess.
He returned to his club this evening for one reason only. He still had Lauren caged in his playroom downstairs under the club and was here to release her. He punished her for the recent disrespect she showed him in his playroom. She was unaware that his release would not just be from the confines of her cage. He was tired of her shit and was here to cut her loose permanently from his life. She was hiding things from him and he knew it. Her thoughts were obscured and he wouldn’t stand for someone lying to him. Betrayal was not acceptable and when he addressed her regarding it she denied it, only to further bury herself in even more lies.
He was not about to be taken advantage of by any submissive and to defy him would cost her.
He returned to his club this evening for one reason only. He still had Lauren caged in his playroom downstairs under the club and was here to release her. He punished her for the recent disrespect she showed him in his playroom. She was unaware that his release would not just be from the confines of her cage. He was tired of her shit and was here to cut her loose permanently from his life. She was hiding things from him and he knew it. Her thoughts were obscured and he wouldn’t stand for someone lying to him. Betrayal was not acceptable and when he addressed her regarding it she denied it, only to further bury herself in even more lies.
He was not about to be taken advantage of by any submissive and to defy him would cost her.
Edward was a highly respected Dominant in the BDSM community. He engaged in activities with any submissive he deemed worthy at any given time. He was not a Dominant that ever collared a submissive and he most certainly didn’t accept them untrained. To Edward they were just toys to satisfy his animalistic desires to fuck.
Edward loved to fuck. He fucked hard and with passion that left the ladies he fucked wanting more. Begging for it…. begging for him.
Edward never kept a submissive for longer than a few months and his recent arrangement with Lauren and Tanya were purely sexual and without commitment. To keep them longer, would entice a feeling of belonging. He did not want a relationship, nor did he need one and he was pretty sure that letting Lauren go would make his little vixen Tanya very happy. He knew how much they despised one another through their thoughts. He often enjoyed hearing their anger towards one another in their heads but their bodies were aroused when they played with each another in his presence to please him. He also knew that Tanya, if given the chance would love to claim him as her mate, something Edward had no desire to allow. He would need to find another submissive, and soon. Perhaps tonight would be the night.
Edward never kept a submissive for longer than a few months and his recent arrangement with Lauren and Tanya were purely sexual and without commitment. To keep them longer, would entice a feeling of belonging. He did not want a relationship, nor did he need one and he was pretty sure that letting Lauren go would make his little vixen Tanya very happy. He knew how much they despised one another through their thoughts. He often enjoyed hearing their anger towards one another in their heads but their bodies were aroused when they played with each another in his presence to please him. He also knew that Tanya, if given the chance would love to claim him as her mate, something Edward had no desire to allow. He would need to find another submissive, and soon. Perhaps tonight would be the night.
Suddenly, Edward feels that familiar sting coming out of the top gums and his mouth pools with venom. His reaction to the scent of something so sweet and alluring, his body can’t help but react to it. His instincts are kicking in. His cock grows instantly harder than steel from the antagonizing scent he has ever come across in his lifetime. The cool breeze of air sends it in his direction when the door to the club opens and it lingers through the air all around him.
His brow furrows and his eyeteeth are on the verge of retreat, only to be replaced with his sharp elongated curved fangs as his body recognizes it as human blood instantly.
What the fuck is a human doing in his club? Did someone dare to bring a human here?
Instant rage burns up through his loins. He pulls at his Raybans to remove the offending lenses that distort his perfect vision but hide his eyes from the outside world. He scans the bar and he can smell the female’s scent as it seems to grow even stronger underneath his nose each time he inhales.
It is a female.
She is of virgin blood.
Fuck that is impossible!
Virgin blood?? In his exclusive Vampire only BDSM club, are you kidding me?
He inhales yet again.
Fuck, Goddamn that is so fucking sweet.
His cock continues to tighten his slacks, his mouth flooding even further with venom and it takes him less than a millisecond to locate her. His eyes land on the two human girls. For reasons unknown to him only one of the girls seems to garner his undivided attention and appeals to him, causing his body to respond sexually react to her.
This virgin with thick dark long locks of curls that encompass her face that he can’t yet see but longs to.
Why does she smell so deliciously sweet? He has smelled virgin blood before but nothing he has ever encountered smells anything like this.
She was not far away at all but oddly it feels like she is miles away from him and he doesn't like it. A strong sense of need overcomes him. That need to protect that only comes out of him when it pertains to Ally or Esme, but this need feels so unbelievably stronger than it ever has with either of them.
His anger spikes for experiencing this feeling. Especially for one that is human.
He sits there and gazes at the girl.
He notices that she has that girl next-door look about her. The way she is dressed, her hairstyle, and her now very visible heart shaped face.
Wholesome and sweet and fuck is she beautiful.
What the hell is she doing here?
And since when did he find humans attractive at all?
He leaned over and informed Emmett to go question her. Then he demands that she meet with him once Emmett obtains any information on how or why she is here.
He needed to get her out of here. It was too dangerous for a girl like her to be interacting with his members who are vampires that frequent his club. He was well aware that some of those here still fed on humans on occasion; although most of his members were converted to feed on the blood of animals.
He knew of those that indulged on human blood not because they did it in his presence, but because he could read their minds, and the fact that their eyes burned with a tinge of reddish burgundy color when they mixed human blood with animal blood.
Many vampires had what they called Black Swans and Edward knew that those that practiced the lifestyle were more likely to lose control over their instinct to feed and have been known to kill a human because they feed on the freely donated blood from their Swan.
Emmett, his brother was one of those vampires that had his own personal Swan, but Emmett has never lost control in all the years he has practiced.
Edward continued to fight back the sharpness that threatened to penetrate through his front eyeteeth. His fangs were threatening to eject out of his gums and cover the eyeteeth to prepare for the act of feeding.
A feeding or a fucking...neither of which he had planned on at the moment.
After he heard the conversation between her and Emmett and learned that she in fact became a member he was now livid to the fact and left to await for his meeting with her.
He paced in the playroom as he scowled and waited for Jasper to bring her to his office.
His eyes met with Laurens and he heard her snide comment that she dare not voice aloud.
Are you planning to keep me here all night? I could just break out you know.
He cursed and he scowled at her.
Whomever it was that lured the human named Isabella Swan in here and whoever allowed her to stay would pay dearly for betraying his rules.
He stands outside the office door and he waits to hear her as he attempts to listen in.
Edward hears nothing but the beat of her heart and the sound of her footsteps as she moves about his office. Her breathing is in harmony to her heart rate.
He can smell her even stronger now and his cock is fighting to push its way out of the confines of his expensive Armani slacks.
Edward hears nothing but the beat of her heart and the sound of her footsteps as she moves about his office. Her breathing is in harmony to her heart rate.
He can smell her even stronger now and his cock is fighting to push its way out of the confines of his expensive Armani slacks.
He steps back and pauses trying to grasp the thoughts of the girl standing on the other side of the door. He even attempts to see through her eyes and still he gets nothing. There is sense of unease that creeps up within him. His temper flares out directed at her.
What is she hiding from him?
He enters to find her snooping through his office and glares in her direction as he approaches her from behind.
Her heart rate picks up as a little furry rabbit’s would in the forest at his mere presence when he hunts.
He smiles to himself. She could so easily be prey.
Very sexy delicious prey.
The sweetest mouthwatering scent he has ever crossed in more than a hundred years is just one-step away.
He inhales and fights the urge to moan loudly as his eyeteeth try even harder taking refuge while he fights back the sting of the fangs as they press against his gums in their attempt to appear and prepare.
No.
He wins that battle but little does he know he is about to begin a war.
Edward leans into the pleasingly scented girl and a sense of satisfaction he feels knowing that she senses his presence is an ego boost, calming him somewhat.
She is scared.
He can hear it in her heartbeat as the whoosh of her saccharin scented blood flows through the miles of veins that leads off from that very strong wet pulsating, pounding heart of hers.
Venom pools and he swallows thickly when she turns to face him.
Innocent.
Beautiful.
Dangerous.
The alarms are going off left and right in his psyche but he ignores them now fully focused on the beauty before him.
“Hello.”
He just needs to hear that voice. That melodic voice that sounded of bells that rang from the local churches on Sunday morning that he heard only moments ago when she spoke to his brother.
“Um…Hello.”
Her scent slams into him like a wrecking ball as the heat of that sweet searing breath washes over his face and he is about to lunge for her and claim her in any way he can. It takes every ounce of his strength to keep from doing so.
Her scent slams into him like a wrecking ball as the heat of that sweet searing breath washes over his face and he is about to lunge for her and claim her in any way he can. It takes every ounce of his strength to keep from doing so.
His anger over the thought of her having this effect on him is magnified.
He is better than that.
He is the epitome of control and he won’t let a mere mortal ruin the last several decades of victory over the control he has managed to master when it comes to claiming a human life to feed from.
He allows his anger to control the situation and deal with her as they begin to converse. It doesn’t take him long to realize she is not a typical scared little rabbit. She lacks any typical human response to his kind.
She is feisty.
Strong willed.
Stunning.
Fucking mouthwatering.
Their heated exchange takes merely seconds but he can’t help but wonder during this exchange why he cannot penetrate that mind of hers.
His thoughts go to a darker place when he imagines penetrating her in more ways than he should.
The mere thought of how he would love to tie this little firecracker to his bench and whip her sweet ass with his cold hand is so enticing that his erection never once retreats the whole time he is near her. His fangs fight against him to press through and he refuses to let them come out to play.
His reaction to her juvenile action of eye rolling has raised his level of anger and it is finding it very hard to maintain self-control.
He is better than that.
He is the epitome of control and he won’t let a mere mortal ruin the last several decades of victory over the control he has managed to master when it comes to claiming a human life to feed from.
He allows his anger to control the situation and deal with her as they begin to converse. It doesn’t take him long to realize she is not a typical scared little rabbit. She lacks any typical human response to his kind.
She is feisty.
Strong willed.
Stunning.
Fucking mouthwatering.
Their heated exchange takes merely seconds but he can’t help but wonder during this exchange why he cannot penetrate that mind of hers.
His thoughts go to a darker place when he imagines penetrating her in more ways than he should.
The mere thought of how he would love to tie this little firecracker to his bench and whip her sweet ass with his cold hand is so enticing that his erection never once retreats the whole time he is near her. His fangs fight against him to press through and he refuses to let them come out to play.
His reaction to her juvenile action of eye rolling has raised his level of anger and it is finding it very hard to maintain self-control.
If there is one thing that Edward Cullen cannot stand, it is anyone that rolls his or her eyes when speaking to him. That and the use of the term “whatever” when addressing him will bring out his anger ten fold.
Then Miss Swan does the unimaginable. She tugs at his heartstrings and he reels back from it because there is one thing he is sure of. He has no heart just as he has no soul.
He has to get away from her. She is doing things to his mind and his body. Things that he does not understand and that is totally unacceptable.
Then Edward Cullen does something he has never done before a day in his very long existence.
He let her win their battle.
The walls he had built to retain control of his world were about to crumble and for the first time in his vampire life Edward Cullen experiences fear.
Then Miss Swan does the unimaginable. She tugs at his heartstrings and he reels back from it because there is one thing he is sure of. He has no heart just as he has no soul.
He has to get away from her. She is doing things to his mind and his body. Things that he does not understand and that is totally unacceptable.
Then Edward Cullen does something he has never done before a day in his very long existence.
He let her win their battle.
The walls he had built to retain control of his world were about to crumble and for the first time in his vampire life Edward Cullen experiences fear.
S*h*h*h*h*h…..
BPOV
Lovely Dark and Pretentious Perfectward.
I stood there for a moment just stunned… still from the confrontation that I just encountered with the pretentious Edward Cullen or more appropriately nicknamed Pretentious Perfectward in my book.
What an ass.
But what a perfect ass at that! Ugh!
Oh, shut up!
I scowled and looked around his perfect little ostentatious office with his bizarre collection of Vampire memorabilia placed perfectly as it was aligned on each wall once more after he slammed the door behind him.
I think to myself that he had to have used a ruler to get these photos hung so perfectly aligned at what I would guess would be an exact twelve inches apart. I couldn't resist the desire creeping up through me.
Go for it Bella. He would never know who did it.
I did it without batting an eye and walked over to one of the framed photos of a female being bitten on the neck and cocked it just a few centimeters off. I smiled to myself and before I knew it, I had repeated the ransacking of Edward Cullen's pretty office by moving things just a few centimeters to drive him bat shit crazy!
Ha, take that Cullen!
I now happily strolled out of his office and towards Rosalie feeling rather smug.
Rosalie sat there still twisting her hair on the end of her index finger while running her tongue sensually over her full red lips, hanging on Brutus beefcake’s every word. She was in full flirtation mode with the Perfectward's husky guard dog.
"Hey Bella!" she smiled and I could tell instantly she was a lit! I was only gone a few minutes and I glanced down to see she had three empty glasses. Damn when did she turn into a fish?
My eyes narrowed at the big behemoth as I wondered if he was attempting to get my best friend drunk with malicious intent.
He was standing there with that big dimply grin gazing at Rosalie until she called my name and as soon as his eyes landed on mine, they widened.
"Well shit that's a first!" he looked down at me with a puzzled expression.
"Excuse me?" I asked not understanding his statement.
"Why aren't you crying?"
I snorted out a laugh and gave him my best sarcastic attitude. "Maybe because I am a big girl and can take care of myself!" I snapped at him.
"Man you sure the fuck are a feisty one!" He laughed boisterously.
He looked over my shoulder and I see him focused on something or someone behind me. I turn to look in the same direction he is looking, only to see Edward is standing there in a deep conversation with Ben the gentlemen that we had met earlier.
"Bella this is Emmett Cull…Cullen… Emme this is Bella Swan my bestest friend ever!"
Her words are slurring and I cannot believe she has chugged down three drinks in such a short time, but it is apparent that she most definitely has.
Emmett reached out his big paw, smiled flashing those damned adorable dimples again, and said, "Pleasure to meet you Miss Bella." I hesitated shaking his hand at first but gave in and took it anyway. I managed to keep the initial reaction at the mere touch of his hard cold gasp and the temperature of his skin. It was ice cold…freezing. I know it is cold in here but damn.
What was odder was the temperature of his lips when he pressed them to the back of my hand.
I immediately stopped focusing on the coldness and asked, "Did you say Cullen?"
I immediately stopped focusing on the coldness and asked, "Did you say Cullen?"
"Yes Emmett Cullen." He grinned widely.
"Oh so your related to Perfectward?" I muttered.
"Perfect who?" his brows furrowed in confusion.
"Never mind." I waved him off, took my seat and looked back to see Edward throw his glasses on and head right for us.
"Just great!" I muttered louder than I intended to.
As soon as he stopped at our table, I couldn't stop my mouth from spouting off if I had wanted to. Deep down, I was sure that I wanted to.
"I thought you had a submissive to beat?" I crossed my arms over my chest feeling really full of piss and vinegar right now towards him and I had every reason to feel that way considering he had just tried to excuse me from his perfect little club!
It was then that I heard several gasps and a few deep intakes of breath around me at my outburst. I had not realized that not only was Emmett standing here but there were others also. Alice and the hunk named Jazzy, and also Ben. They were all within earshot when the words just flew out of my mouth.
I pondered over their reaction for a split second and realized that I may very well be right.
Edward Cullen is not used to being challenged. I watched him carefully as his lips pursed tightly, his sexy as fuck jaw line tightened as his muscles strained against something I didn’t understand. He then moved a hair closer stepping up to the table as his brother instantly moved out of his way without hesitation and he lifted those sexy as fuck Rayban’s off his eyes pushing them up on top of his head.
God those fucking eyes! I have never seen a more beautiful set of eyes in my life. I hated them and I loved them.
What the hell? Where did that come from?
He gave me a strained false smile while those molten green eyes burned like a laser beam of lime green into mine. His voice was no longer soft and honeyed. It was threatening and menacing.
"Miss Swan...it would be very wise of you to watch that sassy little mouth of yours before I have you thrown out of here on your sexy, sweet little ass! Now if you will excuse me, Emmett I am leaving you to deal with Lauren!”
Did he just call my ass sexy and sweet?
Oh Jesus.
I sat here gaping like a fish.
"Emmett go!" he barked his command at his little bodyguard puppy dog and turned to head out of the club.
“Where are you going?” Alice chirped in her little voice and he turned back to glare at her.
“That is none of your business Alice. I will deal with you later. I need to get the fuck out of here. Come on Ben.” He ordered and he stormed off with his little friend Ben in tow.
"Call me!" Rosalie yelled at Emmett as he quickly retreated down the hallway I had just come from only moments ago. Emmett turned back, smiled this huge cheeky smile, and said, “I am not going anywhere darling, and neither are you. I just have to take care of something…I will be right back.” He took off in a jog and turned to a door disappearing behind it.
“Huh.” Alice muttered and the blonde Jazzy rubbed her back in a consoling manner.
“Another misconstrued vision love?” he whispered in her ear but I heard it anyway.
She tapped her finger to her lip and gazed at me with her head cocked to the side.
She tapped her finger to her lip and gazed at me with her head cocked to the side.
Then out of nowhere she blurts out, “Can I get you another drink Bella?” she asked.
“No, thank you. I think it is time for us to leave.” I looked over at Rosalie who was staring down where Emmett had disappeared.
Alice pleaded, “Please don’t let Edward’s mood affect your night. He has a tendency
to…”
I finished that sentence for her. “…act like an ass?”
Jazzy chuckled and he and Alice shared a look.
“He usually isn’t so angry Bella. It isn’t you that has him in a mood.”
I cocked my brow. “Oh this is a mood you see often?”
“No. I have never seen Edward react this way before… this is all new. He must be having a bad day.” Jazzy butted in as he continued to almost console Alice, but for what I had no idea.
“I am not leaving till I talk to Emmett again so please Alice bring us both a drink.” Rosalie said giving me a sideways glance.
“And just how do you plan on getting home? You are already too drunk to drive as it is.” I informed her.
“I’ll worry about it when the time comes.” Her eyes darted up to the hallway again and her mouth fell open as she watched Emmett lead a tall blonde girl down the hall towards the club. She looked angry and her voice grew louder as she got closer.
“Don’t worry about it. You just tell your bastard of a brother that if he doesn’t have the balls to tell me himself well then he can just go fuck himself!”
I couldn’t help the response and I let out a loud snort of a laugh. Her eyes shot over to me and she glared at me.
Damn what a bitch.
Little did she know that in the moment I fully agreed with her statement.
“Just go Lauren, remember you are not welcome here anymore.”
“Emmett has anyone ever told you that you are a whipped little bitch for him?” she hissed.
My eyes widened in surprise and I caught Rosalie’s eyes narrow in anger.
No fucking way! I wouldn’t believe it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes.
“Lauren has anyone ever told you that you’re just a bitch?” he towered over here.
“Now get the fuck out before I throw you over my shoulder and toss you out on your ass. I don’t give a fuck if you are a girl or not!” He growled and his chest shoved her back a few feet.
Damn. There was one thing I knew for sure. There was no way in hell I would smart off to Emmett Cullen again. That fucker is scary when he wants to be. Shit!
I was starting to agree with Rosalie. I was beginning to have too much fun with all the drama that played out in this place. It was better than a soap opera. I wasn’t about to leave just yet, so I sat back and took Alice up on that drink she had just offered. I mean after all the night was young and I had nowhere else to be.
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