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by: Robshandmonkey

She looks away and sucks her lip in between her teeth and closes her eyes.

Her mental voice sounds like the harp playing on the wind and has to equal that of an angel singing who sits in the clouds above looking down.

She is speaking so softly without moving her lips as she lies here beneath me.

Her beautiful red eyes open, and then brighten and I watch her as she stares off, looking wistfully out the window into the darkness of night.

I never even thought of or imagined a human life with Bella and her little version is so fucking heartbreaking, knowing it will never happen.

I see her remembering her mother, then her father Phil still alive and well as she kisses them goodbye before she heads off to school.

The very first time I lay eyes on you is all it would take.

I move in and out of her slowly and pepper her cheeks with small kisses while she shows me, watching me, while I am looking at her.

I have no doubt you would have caught my eye. She turns her head back to me, giving me a small sweet smile.

We are so young and surely naive, oblivious to the responsibilities life is going to bring us and it's such a nice thought to be so carefree in a world of misery.

Her eyes burn into mine now.

I cannot seem to help but smile at the very idea of being human and falling in love with the girl of my dreams. She does this to me and I have no idea how.

Her imagination, and the access she has given me, is the most vivid experience I have ever seen, her mind utterly fascinates me.

"It sounds so sweet." I reply, studying her face and trying to determine her mood.

What it could have been like to share a class together ... discover our feelings for one another and then spend the rest of the year falling in love.

Sadness fills her eyes, and I try to make her see I am right here in front of her and that we are in love. We fell in love. She experienced this already, so what is this really all about? 

Did they have prom when you were in school, Edward?

"It really didn't become a school event until the 1920s. We had spring dances and balls. I didn't attend any to speak of. Did you enjoy your prom?" I ask.

No one ever asked me. You know I never dated anyone before you.

I shook my head at the thought of how impossible it sounded. How could no one ask her?

I was new to the school. I had so much chaos going on in my life. I didn't know anyone that last year of high school, and I was still grieving, keeping to myself.

I lift my hand up to caress her cheek, then I roll us over on our sides, making sure we don't lose our connection, I lay facing her.

"I would have asked you, Angel. I would have loved to have taken you. I would have had you dancing." My heart aches at the thought.

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~EDWARD

As we pull up to the front of the Plaza and I climb out first with my family behind me.

My eyes scan the entire perimeter of the house. I have tagged nine men with Cuerno de chivo that are visible in plain sight patrolling the grounds.

However, I hear fourteen heartbeats on the outside of the house.  

I tilt my head and look around the place once more quickly deciphering the approximate location of each one of their guard who sit strategically positioned, should violence erupt.

The faint voices speaking a cross between Italian and Spanish come from inside of the house. I inhale a stale lingering scent of cigar smoke, what I am sure is Spanish food, and many other scents that I try to catalog as to where they are coming from and why as we near the front entry.

I can feel the tension radiate off the nervous men who are ready. If anything goes wrong, I won't hesitate to react. I have already made that decision. I will protect my family, even if it means that they find out my secret. The danger all around us really is no different that if we were dealing with any other mafia, or friend. This is how our lives are. We take risks when dealing with unsavory people. However, this is the only life I know and everything my father taught me has led me to here.

He believed in me.

"You are of my flesh and blood my dearest Edward. You trust me to make decisions, so I want you to trust this decision more than all the others. The decision to appoint you as the next in line is the easiest one I have ever had to make. I know deep down in my heart, that choosing you to be the one to lead this family in the next generation is going to change the way we operate. You are smarter than anyone I know. You show little to no fear and your ability to make things happen has proven that you will not hesitate to change any thing especially if it improves the way things work. Just keep to the Omerta. The only right answer that lies in that oath is right there.  Loyalty first, foremost and always."  

I put on the mask as we move towards the huge elegant heavy wood door when it is thrown open causing Emmett to pull out his gun and aim it at Marcus. I hear several guns now engaged around us and I put my hands up to show them we mean no harm and that it was an honest mistake. Little do they know that if they aimed and fired at me not a damn thing would happen.

Marcus laughs.

"I see some are not as brave and calm as you are Masen." He looks around at everyone with us.

"Hello Marcus. Emmett put your gun away." 

He mutters a sorry under his breath.

An even bigger smile forms as Marcus takes the cigar from his mouth and with his other hand, he reaches out to shake.

"Masen son, welcome to the Plaza. Come in, come in."

I follow behind him as he leads us through the ornately decorated entry. I take note of the seven heartbeats that are at posts just past the entryway. Some are visible, some are not' and they eye us up suspiciously and I pray to God no one gets trigger-happy.

I turn to look at Emmett and check on him. He seems to of calmed a hair.

We enter into a huge room that has a desk at the head of it. It is extravagant and fits with the decorum of the room.

"How was your trip?"

"Fine, Thank you for asking."

"Let's get down to business shall we?"

I nod and turn to his men who are carrying the red steel trunk that I had insisted be brought into the meeting with them.

"If you will?" I nod at one of his men.

Everyone looks on, he pops the trunk open, I hear a collective round of Italian words, and Spanish and English spoken among the many people in the room.

I nod to one of his men to go ahead and pick one up.

He pulls out the first weapon.

"The most deadly/efficient rifle in the world today is indisputably the M16A2-A4 series and its cousin, the M4. It's ergonomic, very accurate, light, accepts a wide range of optics and other "tactical" gear, has a wide range of possible receivers  and is the weapon of choice for Navy SEALs, Marine Force Recon, Delta, the SAS, and countless other organizations with whom danger is their business. Yes, the early AR series had its faults, do to misconceptions and DoD failures, but they've been addressed. The direct gas impingement system, while dirty, saves space, weight, and lowers recoil, and hey, the AR family has gas piston receivers if you don't want to worry about that. Just clean your rifle, like any decent rifleman ought to be doing, and the M16/M4 family will pay off."

"Very nice." Marcus nods. "And exactly how did you come to own this weapon, among the many others I see in the chest?"

"Ah, there are some things that must remain secret Marcus; surely you have many of your own." I smirk.

He laughs.

"Okay Masen, what is the traceability on this?"

"None. I will tell you that according to any US agency, this weapon doesn't exist."

"Oh really?" His brows rise up creasing his forehead.

"Yes sir. You don't even need to utilize a straw purchaser." I assure him.

"What is a straw purchaser?" Emmett asks.

Marcus goes on to explain it to him. It isn't common knowledge in our business so I can understand why he wouldn't know this. 

"Surrogate purchasers of gun consist of someone who is licensed to purchase a gun but does so on behalf of someone who is not. Cartel sicarios have a system of straw purchasers, as do we. It is only needed in the states naturally." He grins with a devilish smile behind his words.

"Shall we go on?" I suggest and nod towards the person that is shuffling through the chest of toys.

He pulls out some ammunition, handing it to Marcus. 

"Matapolicia...bullets of heavy caliber that can penetrate vests. Police killers — ordinarily used when attacking police or members of the military." I inform him.

Over the course of the remainder of the meeting, we discuss various details, including price, the method of delivery for any future shipments, and the general details that go into a huge deal like this.

He goes on to explain what he can offer us and I listen to his sales pitch and agree with him supplying drugs to our business. 

I cannot help but smile over the fact that the Masen-Cullen family is now their main supplier for all their weapons needs. We don't need their drugs nearly as badly as they need more weapons so I am at an advantage.

Carlisle's idea is excellent. We have no fear of backlash or traceability issues to worry about.

Over the course of the next couple of days, Marcus treats us like Royalty. We are wined, dined, and given tours of the city sights, while all the supplies from the second plane are being carefully unloaded and distributed to his men and the rest placed into storage.

We handle the money end of our deals, wiring to one another's account overseas. 

I will worry about distributing it when we return home. 

Things were going along smoothly, almost too smoothly for my own liking and I began to worry.

On the fifth day we were here, the air was stifling and hotter than ever. My family has become antsy and is anxious to get back home. 

I spoke to Isabella only once, not willing to chance being overheard and it was from a bar in the city. Her voice broke my heart to hear so much sadness in it. I was starting to understand how she felt. 

I am sitting with Marcus in his office with a few of my family members when a subject is brought up that raises the hair on the back of my neck and I fight the will with all I have to hold my fangs in their place.

I hold the mask on, but just barely.  

"I hear you are a guardian." Marcus smiles at me and it takes every thing I have in me, and I mean everything, to keep control of my response. I have to hold my temper and my composure, where Bella is concerned; it is the hardest thing I am ever going to have to do. I don't know how they know this information and all I can think about is that someone in the family is playing for them. No one besides the Stanley's know I am her guardian and I am pretty damn fucking sure that they didn't offer up the information.

My father speaks to me from the dead, his voice haunts me at times, and this would be one of them.

"Remember Edward. Stay stoic in the face of any horror you are presented with. They are testing for a response. Any sign that what they are using may be a weakness against you. It is only then that if you succeed in keeping a poker face until you are out of their presence, then you will know that you are winning. If you lose control, slip, and even so much as flinch in the slightest way, you are giving the m what they are looking for. Do NOT let them see your tell. Under any circumstances. Your tell will be what does you in and it would be the best if you had no tell at all, but every man has a tell."

"What is yours?"

"My tell?"

"No, your weakness."

"You and your mother."

It suddenly hits me that he never included Jasper. Why would he not include his adopted son? He is my brother. I try to remember where I am and what I am doing having got lost in that thought.

Fuck.

What did I do in front of Marcus while that memory played out?

My eyes meet with Marcus again. He doesn't look phased.

"Just an abused girl I took in to get her out of an abusive home. I cannot tolerate children being abused."

He nods once. "I respect that."

I glance over at Carlisle and he is watching someone else who has just entered the room. My eyes follow the person by the door and he looks oddly familiar.

I would almost say he looks a lot like Jasper.

"Riley, son, come...let me introduce you to our newest business partner."

My eyes scan over to where Jasper is sitting. He is watching very carefully and I would swear I saw him give the slightest hint of a nod, when this Riley person made eye contact with him.  

Strange.

"Riley this is Edward Masen. The family has chosen to utilize the Masen-Cullen family to supply all our weapons in the future."

Riley nods looking right at me and I don't like the look he is giving me along with the fact that he gives off the strongest sense of danger I have ever felt coming from a human. It is coming off him in waves and I don't like it, nor do I like him. 

Our meeting ends quite abruptly making an excuse to call and check on my mother, I depart to head back to my hotel room. It doesn't take me long to decide it's time to get the fuck out of here.

I make the call and inform Marcus my mother needs me to return, as she still worries about me. 

We say our goodbyes and many of us relax the moment we board our plane. We are in the air within the hour and I calculate the time I would make it back to LA. It will be late in the evening.

I know it is a school night for Isabella and I don't care because for the first time, I am keeping her out for a very inexcusable reason, and I still don't care even while I find myself breaking my own rules.

The moment we touch down, I am on the phone with my mother, then Jacob and while my family heads home with Felix and Garrett driving them back to the house, I head for the car rental agency to rent a car to meet with Jacob.

 

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I sit here and wait tapping my finger on the steering wheel.

I pull out my phone and send him a text.

Tick Tock.

He responds immediately and I frown because that would mean he is driving, and this doesn't sit well with me.

Tick Tock my ass...LA traffic or did you forget? He replies.

What the fuck are you doing texting and driving?

 I groan when it beeps again hoping he wouldn't see it as anything other than rhetorical. I was wrong.

I am not driving. That is the point. I am sitting in a traffic jam. She is right here as you requested. She is nervous as fuck. She doesn't trust me. I wished she would relax. She is starting to make me fucking nervous.

I reply. I will see if I can get her to calm down.

I pull up a new message and send it to her.

One of these days, I am going to kiss you under that tree that I first saw you in baby, I miss you. *Edward*

A few seconds pass and Jacob replies.

I think I am about to throw up.

I glare at the phone.

You better not have read that motherfucker....I will gut you and feed you to the sharks! I threaten.

I didn't have to. The grin on her face says far more than anything you could have typed. Dude...I can't believe you found a female that can put up with you and this life style. I am just surprised you are so hot for jailbait, but then...again...maybe not. ha ha!

That feeling is rolling around inside of me again. The same feeling that came out of nowhere nearly cripples me when I was down south.

The strong sense of needing to see her, to touch her is back. I know she is fine. She is with Jacob, but she has not responded yet. Why the fuck isn't she responding?  

Jacob...use your fucking GPS and get the fuck off the damn freeway, and what is she doing that she isn't responding?

He doesn't respond and I sit here as a low fog rolls in. My nerves are on edge. I inhale and the scent of the new rental car I am sitting in, and the smell of leather fills my nose.

I climb out, light a cigarette, and wait anxiously. I know she was with my mom up until Jacob picked her up. My eyes move to look up at the full moon overhead as I accept the fact that smoking doesn't do what it used to do for me when I smoke now. It just hangs in my lungs and dissipates when I blow it out getting nothing out of it but a familiar action I did a long time ago.

I don't really know why I do it anymore. I guess for that simple reason that it is familiar and it may even calm me, not physically of course, but psychologically. I don't really care that Vampires most likely don't smoke. This one fucking does, even if it does nothing.

I can hear the sound of an engine nearing the park and I inhale deeply taking in all the air I can.

Then, I can smell her and I can hear her distinctly beautiful and familiar heartbeat. That sweet sound that not only calms me, but calms the beast inside of me when it sings to us, reminding us that she is here and she is safer the closer she gets to me.

It is as if everything in my world is suddenly right again.

My cold body feels so serene as the feeling washes over me. It feels like my cold form almost warms up with each thump her heart puts out. This week had been so full of tense moments and I have not felt this relaxed now, since long before I left.

Jacob's headlights don't even phase my eyesight when they hit me. I look right into his windshield and I can see her looking at Jacob with a furrowed brow. It takes me a minute to figure out why she looks so worried. She must be truly frightened coming up the hillside of Hollywood to the park where she has no idea I am waiting for her with him. She doesn't trust him. The fear in her eyes causes my heart to ache that I am putting her through this, when all I wanted to do was surprise her.

Look at me Bella. I am right here. You are safe. Turn your head and look this way.

   

Finally when she does, I see the deeply etched V that has formed, not really sure if she sees me with the headlights shining in her eyes. I move to step down slowly off the hood and stand off to the side so she can finally see who it is, waiting here.

I watch her expression slowly change, she mouths my name, and the spark in her eyes light up cluing me into the fact that she knows for sure now that it is me. Her fingers come up to her lips, her smile  grows under her fingertips, then her eyes shine and glisten with unshed tears.

I know baby...I missed you too. So much.

I am getting it out of the way now, because the minute she is in my arms, my lips are going to be all over her!

Jacob stops right in front of me stirring up dirt from the rarely traveled dirt road. This park overlooks the greater Los Angeles area right next to the Griffith Observatory and is one of my favorite places to look at the stars. This is the service road for those that work here and I made prior arrangements with a dear friend getting his approval to be up here after hours.   

I glance over at Jacob who smirks shutting off his engine. I have no idea why because the fucker isn't sticking around and to let him know that fact, I glare directly at him realizing I don't know what my eye color is at the moment but I don't fucking care. It had been hours since I had put on contacts. He grips the steering wheel and nods once taking the obvious hint starting the car back up; just as Bella throws open her door and jumps out.

"Edward!" Her voice is the sweetest sound ever.

My eyes drop down to her long bare legs and a smile breaks out from me watching as she takes off running right for me full speed in my favorite hot little school uniform of hers.

"Hey baby girl." 

I prepare myself for her assault taking notice that her arms reach out towards me. Her intentions of launching herself most likely, clear off the ground and into my waiting arms are obvious. My body doesn't even flinch because her assault is as light as a feather and that sweet moment when the heat of her body crashes into me, I bury my face into her long chocolate mane and inhale her pure sweet scent, hugging her as tight as I am allowed, though I wished it was far more tighter.

"I missed you so much!" I spin her around while she cries into my neck and the warmth of her sweet breath relaxes me even further. I relish in the heat of her hot little lip with each distinct little kiss they make trails along my throat and up to my mouth where she takes total control over my mouth. 

My baby girls lips are like silk and her kisses are always so soft and sweet but this kiss is different. She is damn near devouring me with her strong need and her hot little tongue taking over my entire mouth.  

I ease up my hold because I can feel it is far too tight for a human. I am reminded that I can crush her with my bare hands and I cannot lose focus of that.

The crunching sound of tires fill my ears as Jacob has backed up the car, turned to pull away leaving us both completely alone up here in the darkness.

Our kiss grows even more frantic when reality truly slams into me as to how desperately I need her in my life. 

Out of nowhere, it hits me like a wrecking ball. 

I am not just falling for Isabella. I am already there! 

Bella makes me feel human again and that feeling is so indescribable for a vampire.

If I could have anything, the one thing I would ask for was to simply be human more than anything once again just for her.

This feeling of losing her at any given moment makes me realize just how fragile her life really is.

Then, the fact that Marcus knows what he does about her role in my life has me worried as to how much he really knows. 

I cast that thought out of my head because Bella is the only thing I can feel in my arms, kiss with my lips, and I am about to lose my shit over the fact that I fucking missed her this damn much.

I can't believe just how fucking much almost to the point that I ache and long for her, worse than any feeling I have ever felt before and a strange sensation that feels similar to a hot burning sensation fills my throat, reminding me of the burn I get for human blood when I have gone too long without it. 

I pull back and say her name in a desperate tone that sounds nothing at all like me as these feelings overwhelm me and sob out her name. 

"Bella..." 

My thumb comes up to brush away the wet tears from under her lids and I try to comfort her.

I feel completely lost not understanding how she knew this all along. It explains everything about the way she had been acting before I left. She knew it because she feels it too. 

She knew my leaving and being away from her this long would hurt worse than anything else in the world. 

"...I am here. Right here. I am so sorry; I didn't realize what leaving for so long would be like. I didn't know! I swear." I hold her face in my hands and look into her eyes trying to tell her how I feel.

"Please." she pleads and I know that there is nothing I would ever deny her. Not a God damn thing. 

Everything that I was taught in this life, I had always thought is what made me different from everyone else I knew. My father molding me into the man I was expected to become as he prepared every aspect of my life for me. His insistence on the control that I need to maintain in regards to my life as far as love went, never once at any time prepared me for any of this, simply because he didn't want this for his son. He didn't want a woman to complicate my life, and no matter how hard he had tried to instill it in me, it still didn't matter what he wanted or taught me. He wouldn't have been able to stop it if he had tried and I am angry that he thought he could but more because he did.

I am in love and I know it without a doubt more than anything. There is nothing in the world that feels as good as this. 

Nothing.

I love Bella and I would almost be willing to bet I was in love with her the moment I laid eyes on her that very first day when I saw her sitting in that tree. 

"Baby girl, God...fuck I missed you!" I turn towards the car and lay her down on it gently, not wasting a minute. Not one fucking second was going to pass before I marked her as mine forever. My lips can't seem to kiss every inch of her fast enough. My hand is at the front of her blouse working the buttons down quickly, tugging and yanking at the fabric to get it untucked.

In seconds her bra is unfastened with one little flick of my fingers at the front. I peel it back and take her breast into my mouth tasting her sweet skin once again. I cannot get enough of her, devouring her nipples between my lips while her tiny little hands grip fists full of my hair as she moans and writhes under me crying out to God almighty himself.

I move back up and part her lips with my own kissing her once again. In between them, I murmur against her lips as to how much I want her and need her. The feeling grows so fucking strong I can't stop my reaction to the sounds she is making in response.

Her agreeing to it leaves me a frenzied mess.

My hand is under her skirt and tearing at the silk and lace before I can stop myself. I can hear him in my head and I know I need to calm him down before he takes over, but my focus is on getting her spread out on the hood of this car as quickly as possible, to bring us together once and for all.

"The skirt stays on baby." I murmur when she moves to unzip it.

I couldn't tell you if it was me that said those words or him, because it seems like everything around us is spinning wildly out of control and I am getting so fucking dizzy with desire and want.  

"No more waiting." I growl into her throat and slide my fingers between her lips to check and see if she is at all wet. It should be no surprise to me that Bella is always wet the moment her eyes land on me. Always and tonight is no different.

Her heart thunders in her chest and I am sure if I were alive, it would match my own.

She looks excited, scared, and beautiful, and the scent of her sweet adrenalin is pumping hard and fast through her veins, her eyes focus on her hands as she fights to untie my tie.

I move over top of her and push my raging hard on in between her warm legs.

"Do it." she goads me and I freeze.

"Don't stop Edward, please, don't. Do it."

The sound of my voice is so deep and hard and I practically roar out giving in and giving up on any thought of not stealing her virginity tonight.

"I have no intention of stopping baby. No fucking way now that my heart is set on you. I am a Masen and we take what we want and make it our own. You are mine and I will show you."  

Fuck the fact that she is seventeen, fuck the fact that I could go to jail, and fuck everyone in the entire goddamn world if they think they can judge me for falling in love and sharing all of me with the girl underneath me even if she is still half in her high school uniform.

She belongs to me and not a damn soul is going to dispute it.

I take a deep breath, in an attempt to calm this overwhelming feeling slightly and maintain my control. It is clear that I am not alone. I tear at my shirt, shredding it and tossing it aside with my now tattered tie.

Her wide expressive eyes meet mine and I can see my own, glowing as red as ever in the small reflection of hers with the light of the full moon behind me.

I move so damn fast, there is no way she can see anything other than a blur as my pants are torn off, hitting the dirt by the time I am climbing over top of her. The heat of the car engine radiates from under the hood underneath her, while my knees press in between her legs to spread her open and position her where I need her.

"Wrap your legs around me." I growl out and she follows my orders without any hesitation, her fingers fisting my hair. I slide one arm under her back and lift her up away from the car, bringing the warmth of her chest flush against my own frozen one.

With one hand sliding down between us I grip onto my cock and align myself up with her, while the other keeps her back up off the all too hot hood.

The minute the head of my cock slips between her wet warm lips, my fangs burst out and there is no doubt any more, that I am not alone with her.

I hiss and swallow back venom when his words pass my lips that indisputably come directly from him. All I can do is close my eyes just as my hips thrust forward penetrating the tightest wettest and warmest place I have ever been inside of as I steal her virginity.

 

Suddenly overcome by bright flashes that are moving in the slowest motion as blood spills down some unseen walls playing now behind my lids, I can feel a sense of panic.

Then I am hit with the sweetest scent a vampire could ever experience...Bella's pure virgin blood spills between her legs sending a tidal wave of intense searing flames that lick up my throat, all while the scent of her sweet sex surrounds me, flooding all of my senses taking over every part of me.

All I can hear is her sweet cries of my name feel the warmth and tightness of her wrapped completely around me, and I growl so loud I can hear the rattling of the windshield as it shakes behind us.

I slowly open my eyes to see the most beautiful sight ever. Our reflection together like this in the glass shows me the beauty of us together and sadly, something I truly wasn't ready to witness.

I am not in control of any of this.

His eyes stare back into mine.

A small part of me feels a sense of relief that I can see him, while the rest of me is downright fucking scared to death to see her in his arms as he holds onto her. 

He repeats the words once again and I lick my tongue along my fangs throwing my head back, bringing her body straight up off the hood now straddled over us. My tongue licks at her breasts, fangs graze over her nipples, while I pick her up to settle her down around me.

Heat engulfs my cock as the sweetest warmest tightest pussy takes every last inch of me into her. I lick the sweat that drips down her neck and continue to thrust my hips in the upward direction after she lifts up to only slide back down swallowing me again and again. She is moving right along with me, her legs flexing each time she pushes herself up to slide over me. I am lost in that fact alone that Bella is riding me while not holding anything back our first time together. I can hear my voice faintly in my head as we move together.

"That's it baby girl. Ride me. Ride me harder cause it feels so fucking good!" My fingers dig into her hips now holding her to help lift and drop her back down on me.

Everything is glowing brighter, when deep red tones flash behind my lids for the briefest of moments when I close my eyes.

Her cries echo in my head and I am on the cusp of coming deep inside of her, but I need to open my eyes once again to watch her. 

My nostrils flare out and I inhale the scent of us mixing together. I enjoy that burn in my throat with each beat of her pulse as my ears monitor her heartbeat. Then my eyes finally see her expression, then drop down to see Bella straddled over my legs, her breasts bounce right in front of me riding that sweet pussy right over my cock. I can see the dented hood of this car under my knees and her feet, but my eyes pull back to watch that naughty little skirt of hers bounce with her movements. It lays softly over her slender hips and then flies up as she pushes off me, and I catch a few glimpses of her lips wrapped around my raging hard on and that is all it takes for me to explode just when I pull out of her. I coat her hot smooth pussy, shooting thick streams of my come to mark her both inside and out with my scent, when I plunge back into her finishing off and filling her.

I hear him once again and those words whisper in my head this time around and they scare the fuck out of me.  

Nothing will ever be the same if I don't fight against what he is doing and I try with everything I have to retract my God damn fangs with my deadly venom dripping all over her soft skin.

In seconds he knows what I am doing, fighting now against me. 

My fangs are pressed too hard as the tips nearly penetrate her pale smooth skin over that sweet throbbing artery that sings with each pulse of her heartbeat.

No...not yet!

His words fill my head and I don't want to hear them! 

Come back to me please, baby.

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I have changed the name of the organization Edward's family is dealing with. I value my life too much to piss off anyone if they do a search under the term I was using and had previously used. Not that mine would show up, but if it were to pop up and they didn't like my portrayal of them, I sure as hell don't want to be put on some list for using them in a fictional story.
Okay...so I freaked out a little when I was doing research for terms they use and found a post about how they brutally hung two people from a bridge for blogging about them, so I spent my evening searchign each chapter for that title and replaced it with Drug Lords...
yeah...I sort of like breathing....just sayin...lol

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EDWARD~

"Good morning baby girl."

She mewls against my throat, nuzzles further up under my hair, and then softly sighs.

"You stayed."

"I told you, I wasn't going anywhere." I kiss the top of her tangled hair.

"I wish that were true."

"Bella, I will be back so fast you won't have time to miss me. I need to get up and wrap up some things before I leave this morning. I am sorry I can't lay here with you and play."

I turn her over and brush my hand over the soft warm and smooth skin of her cheek. I love the warmth she provides when she blushes for a fleeting moment.

"Sweetheart, try not to wander far from home. I would feel so much more at ease knowing that you are not out roaming the streets with Alice. Do not question Jacob's instincts. He has a knack for sensing trouble. If he orders you to do something, do it."

I kiss her nose and climb out of bed.

"And by the way, I love hearing you say my name when you sleep. What do you dream about?" I turn to look at her.

"How absolutely beautiful you are." she gets up on her knees crawling over to the edge and reaches up to lace her fingers through my hair as she pulls me towards her lips.

"You have an Angel's face." she says looking from my eyes down to my lips and moves in to claim them.

I give into her, wrapping my arms around her warm body and moan into her mouth.

"That's sweet baby." I press my lips to hers once, twice, and then once more and move down inhaling her throat. "But let's not say anything like that around the family." I ask.

When I look up at her, she is frowning.

"I know, and you know why, so please."

"I feel like a dirty little secret." she juts out her bottom lip.

I pounce on her throwing her back on the bed, she screams startled by my speed, then laughs.

"I really like the way that sounded. So naughty and baby you are as naughty as they come." I kiss her once and stupidly dare to make another promise to her.

"Give me a little time to prove myself to everyone. Then, I will tell everyone in the world the way I feel about you."

"And just how do you feel about me?"

"I adore you."

Her smile is not a genuine Bella smile and she looks away from me. Tears well up in her eyes and I have no idea how that could hurt her but it does.

"Bella?"

Her arms come around my neck and she locks onto me crying so hard I am stunned.

"Sweetheart, what is it?"

"Come back to me. Please. Don't go and not come back! Just say it. Say it aloud and look at me when you do and fucking promise me! Promise me that you are going to come back and make damn sure you keep that promise or so help me I will fucking hunt you down."

I pull away from her and look into her tear stained face.

"Bella what is this about?"

"I waited and waited and they never came home." she cries.

I realize that it is something from her past.

"Come here." I hug her tightly as she climbs into my lap wrapping herself around me.

"Bella, I am indestructible. No one knows that but you and my mother. I think Alice suspects something is up she is full of questions lately, but no one else knows that. If someone aimed a gun at my head, nothing would happen, do you know why?"

"Why?"

"Because I tried it myself. I cannot die. I am already dead sweetheart. The bullet did nothing. It bounced off me. Therefore, even if I walk into that meeting and they are all aimed at me, their attempt to kill me will fail miserably. My family is another story. I have to protect my family. You do understand that right?"

"Yes."

"So believe me, I will come home to you."

She sniffles and I carry her to the bathroom.

"Want to take a shower with me?" I wiggle my brows up at her.

Her eyes fall to my lips again and I can see the longing in her eyes.

"I am going to fucking miss you." I whisper and kiss her softly setting her on the sink.

Our shower is longer than it should have been but I couldn't seem to pull myself away from washing every inch of her body. Lathering her up as I kissed her.

Her moans grew louder and louder when I washed between her legs, and before I knew it, I lifted her up and licked her clean instead of using soap.

She is sweet and salty and fuck, she gets wet.

Then she surprises me when she strokes me off. Both hands wrapped around me and she is clumsy and cute and so doing it wrong. All I can do is show her how to do it right and she learns fast because I am shooting all over her clean chest and not at all regretting that I get to wash her all over again.

We get dressed and go our separate ways.

I head for the clubhouse and find most of my men there discussing specifics about the shipment that is coming with us only it is on a separate plane. I won't be caught dead with anything in my possession ever.

It keeps my ass out of jail.

Not five minutes after I enter the clubhouse there is a commotion outside and suddenly the door flies open and Jacob and Sam are standing here in front of me with the nun from Bella's school.

"What the fuck?" I gape at them.

"I started at midnight last night, you must have forgot, I get paid by the day." he grins and nods towards the nun. "She was walking down the street in broad daylight. I do believe you mentioned something about Bella not returning to school because of her. No need to worry any longer. Here she is."

My nose is twitching.

Her eyes are jet black, with dark circles underneath them.

"Leave us alone." I demand and the room clears out faster than the flick of a switch.

I walk around the table, eye her up, and inhale.

She is not fucking human.

"Who the fuck are you, and what are you doing here?"

She doesn't answer and I hiss.

She hisses in defense because it is instinctual.

"You are a vampire?" I move towards her at vampire speed and grab her arm shoving her sleeve up. It is cold and hard.

"I am." Her voice trills through the room.

I grab her by the throat and throw her against the wall.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

"Just doing my job." she manages to speak through my grip.

"And what job would that be?" I ask easing up on her throat.

"To make sure you are keeping the secret."

"What secret?"

She snorts out a laugh and I grip her harder.

"I will tear it clean the fuck off if you don't stop fucking dicking me around now what the fuck are you doing here and who are you?"

"I am Heidi. I work for the Royal Court. I have been ordered to follow up on a well-known mafia family who just happens to now have a vampire as their leader. Caius has asked me to come and make sure you are keeping the secret."

I bare my fangs.

"What fucking secret?"

"Why that you are a vampire of course. It is our only law."

"We have laws?"

She looks at me with wide eyes. "Didn't your maker tell you this?"

I narrow my eyes at her. "My maker is dead."

"Oh, well, what do you know about this life?"

"I don't have time for this and you being here is in fact raising questions within my family. You have put me in a position that I am now going to have to answer as to whom you are. How the fuck do I keep this secret when you show up sneaking around my family? And what the fuck are you doing at my Bella's school?"

"I caught your scent there first. Before I found this place. I knew of the home but didn't know its exact location. Demetri is our tracker. I am just the hunter." She is rambling nonsense and I have no fucking idea how to deal with this shit now of all times.

"How many of us are there?"

"Hundreds. Thousands maybe, it surprises me you don't know any of this. Who turned you?"
I gape at her and reply, "I don't know."

"How did they die?"

"I fucking killed her."

Her look is incredulous.

"I need you to come with me. If I am going to play this off, I need you to come with me no questions asked."

I grip her arm and she follows without a word.

We make our way to the car and I nod at the guards and some of the men that are standing around watching. Carlisle is looking at me with suspicion.

"Our departure time has just been moved back. I will be back in an hour." I load her into the passenger seat, climb in, and take off.

As we are driving, she turns to look at me. "You are quite handsome Mr. Masen." she eyes me up.

"And you are wearing a nun's uniform." I eye her back.

"Where are we going?"

"We are going to my warehouse."

She quirks a brow up at me.

"Trust me, it is all for appearances, you want me to keep the secret then we do this my way." I have to play out the scene perfectly. I tie her to a chair and she allows me to do it as I attempt to look as if I am grilling her.

"We are being recorded. I am going to shoot you, but since you are vampire, this won't harm you in the least. Just do a good job and play dead. Go back to your leaders and tell them your secret is safe. I may come upon them to learn more one day about what I have become. The moment before I toss you into the dumpster and light you on fire, you will get the fuck out of here and move fast enough so that you are not caught leaving on camera."

"So is this how you woo all the girls. Shoot them, and then light them on fire?"

"I am not wooing you Heidi. My heart is already spoken for. It was a pleasure meeting you, but I must warn you, stay the fuck away from my Bella or you and everyone you know and love will die.
Do I make myself clear?" I ask pulling out Seth and putting it to her head.

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My return back to the house doesn't go as smoothly as I had hoped. Carlisle is grilling me as we walk towards the house after I climb out of my car.

"Who was she? What is she doing here?"

"I don't know. She wouldn't talk. Nothing I said or did to threaten her would make her."

"You didn't do anything that would make her talk." He snaps.

Just as I suspected they were watching.

"I don't torture women Carlisle. She is the first one I have had to deal with." I turn to look at him.

"Our plane leaves in one hour. That gives me thirty minutes to pack my things, now if you will excuse me." I head for the front door and slam it in his face once I am inside.

I am tired of the questions. I worry it will be worse on the plane ride down South but try not to think about that strange meeting.

When I enter the main room I inhale and I can tell that she hasn't been down here for a while.

"Edward." My Mother walks up and kisses my cheek.

"Hey Ma."

"I am heading out for an appointment with the salon. I won't be here when you leave. Hug me now. I am taking one of the guards with me because I know you are going to insist anyway, see, one step ahead of you baby."

She leans in and whispers in my ear.

"She is in the Library. She has been crying off and on all morning. Comfort her. I will try to keep her busy while you are gone. The camera's are still off. Demetri has someone working on tracking whomever has hacked them."

"I still think it is someone inside." I kiss her and hug her saying our goodbye's and make my way towards the library. I have already packed and planned to spend the last moments with her. I am as quiet as possible when I enter the library. She is staring out the window and I can smell the thick salty scent in the air. It was more than a few tears she had shed, the salt is thick in the air and I know it is serious crying here. My concern for her grows. I don't know how to make her understand any other way than I had already explained to her.

I know her past is the issue and that I can't undo what has been done. All I can do is assure her that I am coming back. I stay as stealth as possible moving towards her to stand only inches away now. I lean down and press my lips to the top of her head.

She sighs, sniffles and I watch her chest shudder out a breath. "I am sorry." Her voice sounds so fucking broken.

"Bella you are killing me here." I kneel down and meet her swollen tear filled eyes.

"Take me with you!" She sobs and throws her arms around me.

I am so close to just saying fuck it and bringing her along but I can't. I just fucking can't.

I pull back and look at her and hope that what I tell her will make her see.
"Do you know it has been rumored that this orgnization has no heart inside the walls of their compound. It is said that the thought alone of them makes up a living organism that thrives on a power so great, when night falls the compound comes alive with the thumping of a heart beat on the wind."

She tilts her head listening.

"I once heard that a very trusted top member of theirs, turned on them. They were working with customs agents to take down some of the bigger leaders all while trying to make a bust that would cost them millions of dollars. Word got out because one of the custom's agents was in fact on the payroll with the Lords. His alerting them, interrupted this massive take down before it could actually play out. Do you know what they did to that man Bella?"

"No." she whispers.

"They gutted him Baby. The took his insides out, filled his body with drugs, sent it to the customs agents directly involved with the set up and pinned a note to his dead body. The note said, The next body to arrive will be on of your family. They willingly gave up the drugs to make a point to custom agents that they were not above going after innocent lives if anyone ever fucked with them again. This is exactly why I can not allow you or my mother anywhere near these fuckers. They don't know you exist baby. You would be a pawn for them to use against me. I cannot undo the relationship that my father had with these men, all I can do is keep them satisfied, and to do that I need to let them play their game. I need to be as accommodating as possible, because I will never trust them. I can't let my guard down, and I can't leave this to my family members to handle and fuck this relationship up. We are in too deep and I wished to God I could back out for once in my life, but I can't. If I make the attempt to sever this relationship they will see it as a betrayal."

"So then tell me what is your business with them?"

"I can't tell you that."

Her brow is furrowed in such a deep V as tears spill down her cheek.

"Please baby, just understand that what happens tonight is so fucking important and once I am done down there, I will turn right around and come back. I promise."

She nods and kisses me. I can taste her salty tears on her lips and press in for a deeper more meaningful kiss. I pick her up and settle into the window bench with her on my lap and we look out over the city, just spending the last few minutes together.

"I am going to miss you." Her voice is raspy and quiet.

"I know sweetheart, and I am going to miss the hell out of you too baby." I hug her tighter.
Fifteen minutes later she is completely asleep in my arms. I kiss her head and carry her up to my room, laying her in my bed. I look down at her once more before I manage to finally pull myself away from my sweet girl just as my phone begins to vibrate.

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Just as I suspected questions came at me on the plane but I wasn't in the mood to answer any of them.

Jasper barely made it in time for our flight to take off and his behavior is really starting to irritate me. I am going to have to talk to him about his relationship he seems so caught up in with Alice.

Eventually our plane touches down at the final destination and I pull out Seth, check to make sure he is fully loaded, and pat my jacket to find a couple of clips safely tucked inside.

Taking a deep breath, I stand to exit the plane. Stepping out into the thick hot humid air that is familiar, sends a shiver down my spine.

I look down to see three jeeps waiting on the tarmac, while behind them are four hummers for my men. I glance over to the left and watch the cargo from the other plane move down the conveyor belt to be unloaded and then loaded into the large black cargo truck.

"Black for the darkness of night." I murmur and Emmett is standing directly behind me as he asks, what the fuck that means.

"It is harder to see a black truck on the dark roads. They use black vehicles to move contraband around right in front of everyone, while staying stealth as they do it."

"Ahh.." He says and I begin my descent down the stairs.

There are many members of the Drug Lords around here with guns strapped to their backs. It is an uncomfortable feeling, but not unbearable. I shake hands with my contact who greets me but does so warily. I just feign a smile and assure him that things are fine. He nods and leads me to the vehicles waiting to take us to the compound.

The ride there is rough. The roads are unpaved down here and the few roads that are paved have massive potholes in them. I am slightly worried about my product and hope to God nothing goes off.

When we near the base of a hill, I look up to see the massive wall that surrounds the entire home. I know there are underground tunnels here. Some run from here, all the way to other tunnels that take you right under US soil. They go for miles and miles and were created by people that were enslaved to create them.

When the gates open I look over at Carlisle and whisper, "Questo è. Siate pronti per qualsiasi cosa. Se qualcosa va giù Carlisle, non, ripeto, non entrare in contatto con loro. Siamo alla loro mercé, ma questa è una buona cosa. Fidati di me. Si tratta di un importante segno di rispetto a loro che abbiamo le palle per mostrare qui in questo modo. Guardati le spalle e giuro su Dio tenere la lingua del cazzo, non importa cosa. "

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Translation...
"This is it. Be prepared for just about anything. If anything goes down Carlisle, do not, I repeat, do not engage with them. We are at their mercy, but this is a good thing. Trust me. It is a major sign of respect to them that we have the balls to show up here like this. Watch your back, and I swear to God hold your fucking tongue no matter what."
*Yeah...it's full blown mafia madness time and I am just as excited to get the next chapter out as you are to read it...just to keep you natives somewhat calm...tease...and again it will Be E's point of view...grins...



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~EDWARD
"I hear you are a guardian." Marcus smiles at me and it takes every thing I have in me, and I mean everything, to keep control of my response. I have to hold my temper and my composure, where Bella is concerned, it is the hardest thing I am ever going to have to do. I don't know how they know this information and all I can think about is that someone in the family is playing for them. No one besides the Stanley's know I am her guardian and I am pretty damn fucking sure that they didn't offer up the information.
My father speaks to me from the dead, his voice haunts me at times and this would be one of them.
"Remember Edward. Stay stoic in the face of any horror you are presented with. They are testing for a response. Any sign that what they are using may be a weakness against you. It is only then that if you succeed in keeping a poker face until you are out of their presence, then you will know that you are winning. If you lose control, slip and even so much as flinch in the slightest way, you are giving the m what they are looking for. Do NOT let them see your tell. Under any circumstances. Your tell will be what does you in and it would be the best if you had no tell at all, but every man has a tell."
"What is yours?"
"My tell?"
"No, your weakness."
"You and your mother."
It suddenly hits me that he never included Jasper. Why would he not include his adopted son? He is my brother. I try to remember where I am and what I am doing having got lost in that thought.
Fuck.
What did I do in front of Marcus while that memory played out?
My eyes meet with Marcus again. He doesn't look phased.
"Just an abused girl I took in to get her out of an abusive home. I cannot tolerate children being abused."
He nods once. "I respect that."
I glance over at Carlisle and he is watching someone else in the room. My eyes follow the guy by the door and he looks oddly familiar.
I would almost say, he looks a lot like Jasper.
"Riley, son, come...let me introduce you to our newest business partner."
My eyes scan over to look at Jasper. He is watching very carefully and I would swear I see him give a faint of a nod.
Strange.
***I can see all of your wheels turning...grins like a cheshire cat***

Taboo.....Chapter whatever you want it to be

Yeah….you know it…this is the fucking epic blinkie made by the one and only sweetheart of a lady we all know as

Betti Gefecht the author of our beloved Little Green and Easy Bella!

She was kind enough to create this for me and fuck me did she do an AWESOME job!

I squealed for hours….over this…it was just too cool.

Stephenie owns all things Twilight

including innocent Edward and Bella.

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I couldn’t hide my fear.

Knowing that Edward was planning to go south scared me. What if he decided to stay there and be with others down there that are like him? What if he didn’t come back?

Then to make matters worse he hires me a personal bodyguard.

He is a cocky guy that reminds me of one of Lauren’s former boyfriends. The person was a total ass and this Jacob was just like him.

I also cannot seem to control my own girly hormones. I think about Edward all the time, doing things to me that are downright naughty.

I touch myself in the shower and it is not the same. It isn’t his fingers rubbing me.

What if I never get to feel that again? What if I never feel his lips on mine?

Panic begins to set in and I find my self chewing my fingernails.

I listen to the whispers and the talking of those around the house. I know he is meeting with another mafia leader and that they are in danger. I am not oblivious as to his lifestyle, but I cannot help it when I still feel that fear.

I showered and pulled out some white cotton panties and a white tank top. 

 

He said he would come and check on me. He also promised to please me later, but I am positive he will have forgotten about that to.

I wake up the next morning, Edward is nowhere around. I fight the urge that burns in the back of my throat as I hold off my tears. Maybe I was just something to entertain him when he got bored. I wasn’t getting a vibe that I was his new shiny toy that was no longer new but it sure felt that way.

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Rosalie and Garrett are sitting here at the table, in an intense argument over his new job. He is now working for a huge movie studio, as one of the stagehands. He works on the actual lot of the studios and Rosalie is upset because he seems to be at work far more than the standard forty-hour workweek. He complains to her, that he really likes his job a lot, and that he is fulfilling his duty to his deceased Godfather. She doesn't agree that he should be there so much.

Edward just watches him with a satisfied smirk. It is a look at a time that I don’t understand at all.

Emmett finally butts in, and tells them both to stop arguing during dinner.

I sit here pushing my food around my plate, knowing that Edward leaves for South America tomorrow night. His pending trip has me on edge, not the mention the fact, that he hasn’t so much as done anything more than kiss me on the forehead here or there.

It is as if he shut something off like a switch.

I can feel his eyes on me, so I glance up. I watch them drop to my plate. His expression is clearly a warning to stop fidgeting and eat. All I can do is take a few more bites before I asked again, to be excused.

“You need to eat Bella.” His voice is sharp.

“I am not hungry.”

“Sweetheart, if you don’t eat, you will get sick.” Elizabeth adds in her two cents.

I stare down at my plate and wait.

As everyone is finishing their meal, then, standing to leave, the staff comes in cleaning up around us. Edward sits here just staring at me. It is just us now.

“Care to share what is going on inside that head of yours?”

“You’re different.” I blurt out, setting my fork down, looking up at him. He is leaving and I need to tell him!

“Sometimes I don’t think I even know you. Other times, I feel like I know you better than anyone. It’s confusing. Frustrating. You are hot and cold.”

He studies me carefully before he says anything.

One of the staff walks in, asking us if we are done. Edward nods, not saying a word and they take away our unfinished plates.

I keep my posture stiff, while looking at him sideways to show him I am waiting for some sort of reply.

He clears his throat.

“It has been a really busy couple of weeks Bella. I am trying to adapt to the changes in my life. I am expected to keep this family and our business dealings running smoothly. It isn’t that I can’t handle the pressure, it is more about demanding a lot of my time. I am not used to having someone like you around waiting for me. You were not supposed to of happened, but you did, and I cannot change that. I just wished it happened at a more convenient time. I know I took responsibility of you, and I am trying to balance the two. I thought I was doing a decent job, but apparently, this isn’t the case.”

He sighs heavily and continues.

“Please, have some patience with me. I have a lot on my plate and I don’t need to add this,” he points between him and me “to my list of worries. My position is critical at a time like this. I am being tested. People want me to fail Bella and that is not a fucking option for me. I will not fail my father. He didn’t invest everything he had to train me the way he did, so that I would fail.”

With his words, big fat tears well up in my eyes and I want to run out of the room.

I see his brow furrow as he takes in my reaction and I drop my eyes to the table.

I whisper, “Can I be excused now.”

“No.” His tone is angry. He stands up and walks over reaching out with his hand for me to take. I don’t want to. I want to go to my room and bury my head in shame and in rejection.

He waits and I am surprised he is doing so patiently.

I finally wipe my hand across my cheek standing up, refusing his hand by not acknowledging it looking away from him.

If I am such an inconvenience, then I certainly do not want him to have to touch me on top of it too.

He sighs heavily and turns heading in the direction of the office. Just as we leave the kitchen, I hear the whine of the security camera as it follows me out.

I find it odd, but follow him out as he now waits holding open the office door. I walk in and sit down curling in on myself, pulling my legs up to my chest in the chair in front of his desk. I know he is probably going to get a phone call and leave any minute. It is what happens when he is who he is. I am sure I won’t be here for very long. It is the way it has been all week. Every time we get a minute alone, someone or something interrupts us.

This house has so many secrets it’s maddening.

Edward is standing at the door looking down the hall for a moment longer; he then cocks his head as if he is listening to something. When he finally comes in, he looks around and narrows his eyes in on the security camera in the corner of the room. It is as if he is trying to read something in it.

He then walks over to his desk. His expression is unreadable. I cannot tell if he is angry or what he is thinking. Then, he flips open his laptop, sitting down; he begins to type away on it, totally ignoring me.

“What’s wrong?” I can feel the tension in the air has grown stronger the more he types. He is angry.

“Nothing.” He murmurs as he waits for something on his screen.

I quirk my brow up at him, getting frustrated with this same old reply.

“Look Edward, I understand that some things are secret when it comes to your business, but I am only asking in case I need to know something. I am not naïve Edward; I can feel your anxiety all the way over here. Something is wrong, and lying to each other is not going to do us any good. If we were not going to lie to each other, then why does it feel like you are lying to me now?”

I am proud of my presentation to dig deeper and find answers I am desperate to know.
It sounded so much more mature, than I would have thought it would, coming from a needy teenaged love struck girl.

He doesn’t look at me, watching something on his computer closely. I almost feel as though he is ignoring me completely and am about ready to yell at him, before his phone beeps. 

 

He pulls it out and answers. “I see it, watching right now.”

I almost want to get out of my chair and walk around and see it too, but I don’t for fear he will get really angry with me. Besides, apparently it is his business, not mine. I pick at my fingernails giving up all together having a one sided discussion. Something else has him totally captivated. I hate his position. I want to hate his family but I cant. Edward begins to speak in code. I am dying to know what is happening, but I decide better to just act as if I don’t fucking care.

“Is that possible?”

“I see.”

“But…from where? Would it be from somewhere in the house?”

“Find out!” his tone rises and I jump slightly.

“God damn it…find them and bring that son of a bitch to me!” He presses a button on his phone and his eyes look right at me. 

The tone of them is going from a darker gold as his contacts disintegrate before my eyes fading to black. Then slowly they adjust mixing and swirling the black into the red. 

 
I have seen it happen more often lately. He explained it to me one night. He told me that I need to remember who and what he is. I scowled and told him that with his red eyes  he was still the same person if they were gold or black. I am getting used to the color and find his red eyes far more sexy because it is my Edward.

His gaze finally looks away and he focuses now clicking the mouse on his computer and grabs his phone again. I am about to tell him that I am going to go upstairs, but he looks over at me. With the phone to his ear, he covers the mouthpiece and whispers, “I will only be a minute baby. Promise.”

I fight the need to roll my eyes, because after this week, his promises don’t mean squat anymore.

“Demetri…where is Jasper?”

“Interesting. How long ago? All right well I will deal with that when we get back. Carlisle is in charge for the night. If he needs anything, have him deal with Carlisle. I will not be available until morning. No. You handle anything that comes your way unless you think it needs to be sent to Carlisle. Otherwise, do not call me unless there is something pertaining to our immediate safety. Capiche?”

Edward listens for a moment then says something I don’t understand leaving me flustered.

I hear the motor of the camera again and Edward stops speaking and looks up just as I look at him. My eyes can see it in my peripheral vision. Edward glares at the camera and speaks into the phone. His look is fierce.

 “Demetri, spegnere il sistema. Se qualcuno è riuscito ad introdursi in essa voglio che spento. Avvertire la squadra che essi devono essere in allerta. Non riavviare fino a quando io do il comando. Voglio che ogni membro disponibile per i motivi al di fuori stasera. Si è un'emergenza assoluta poi mi chiami altrimenti Carlisle è sulla proprietà al clubhouse questa sera.”

He gets up and walks over to me, standing in between me and the camera, looking down at me.

His eyes scan down my legs, and considering I have them pulled up he can probably see my panties. I then realize if he can...then....shit.

He insisted that I dress for school everyday even though we were being home schooled.

He claimed it would keep us in that mindset.

I put my legs down and a low growl erupted from his throat. He said a few more things in Italian and pushed a button on his phone before he slipped it into his pocket.

He knelt down and stared at me for a moment. The lights in the house dimmed for a second and I look around.

“What was that?”

“Security system was just taken off line.”

“What? Why?”

“Someone has hacked into it. Those last few motions were not from my end. Someone else is being far too stupid for their own good. Until we find out where they are and exactly who it is, we keep them in the dark.”

“Oh.”

His hand reaches out and his fingers brush over my ankle. I am barefoot in my shirt and skirt uniform.

“Oh...how I loved you bent over that school desk, but I can think of another way to have you on mine.” He has me in his grasp in a blink of an eye. My ass is now sitting on the cold hard wood mahogany table. It takes nothing for him to get me aroused and I can feel it seeping out of me.

His fingers come up and begin unbuttoning my shirt and he pushes it open to work then on the front clasp of my white cotton bra. He peels back the cups and licks his lips.

“Hard little nipples baby, I havent even touched them yet.” 

If I was angry at him before...it was all out the window now. 

I fight with all I have not to moan. He leans forward and cups one of my breasts while his hand glides slowly up the inside of my thigh. “Someone is leaking.” His finger brushes along the edge of my panties and he lowers his head down taking my nipple in his mouth.

He sucks hard and flicks his tongue and I arch my back into his mouth. The icy cold feeling of his lips surrounding it hardens it to stone. His teeth hold it and I watch fascinated as he engages his fangs never taking his teeth off my nipple. The tips poke against my flesh and I gasp.

He has slipped his index finger inside of the side of my panties. The back of it brushing up and down over my wet pussy. I nearly buck when he hits my clit as it grows harder now.

“Fuck I need to taste that!” he growls and picks me up taking me to the couch. I somehow manage to lose all clothing between here and there and I am stunned that he has laid me down with my ass up over the back, my head hanging over the seat cushion. I am looking up at him as he stands behind it, my legs in his grip holding me spread.

He pushes my legs forward and I am staring up at my soaking wet lips.

“Bet I can make you drip.”

My eyes widen and he grins the most evil grin I have ever seen. My eyes drop to my pussy then slowly move back up to look into his.

“Edward.”

“Yes baby...I am going to watch you come and drool down onto that sweet mouth of yours and you are going to be a good little girl and give me something delicious to devour.”

I moan and close my eyes when his fingers slip into the saturated smooth gash between my legs.

It wont take much. I can already see a teardrop shaped trail run over my clit and continue on over my bare lips going towards my navel.

His smile is devious and his fingers push in while pushing all the wetness out of me rolling faster over the flesh as it is heading in the direction  of my stomach. He grips my hips yanks me and positions me the way he wants and a string of my own come starts to drip right over top of me.  

I bite my bottom lip and am blushing ten shades of red but he doesn’t care. His grip holds me steady and he watches fascinated. “Keep your lips closed baby.” He whispers. His voice low and gravelly.

“Fuckkkk, that is fucking so naughty...don’t move, baby...don’t you dare move...not until....” I feel his finger brush over my pussy pushing it in sending the string of it out faster. It hits my bottom lip and pools there bringing it to me faster now.

I cannot believe I am laying on the couch with my ass up over the back my face down below looking up past my pussy at Edward holding me in this position. I am so aroused by the position the thought of him watching as the come starts to drip out from between my lips and I slide my tongue out, gliding it along my bottom lip.

I know doing this, licking it off my own lips is the reason his jaw is clenched so tightly now.

“Oh baby I know that tastes so motherfucking good, but I am done sharing.” He dives down wrapping his mouth over me and furiously licking my lips, clit and dipping down lower. I gasp at the sensation. He circles his tongue and goes to work really hard licking every inch of me, not letting any more get past his mouth. I cry out bucking into his mouth. I reach up and fist his hair and grind into him with all I have. Wiggling my hips back and forth finding a rhythm that is about to take me over the edge. Just when I tighten every muscle up, Edward’s tongue is licking along my backside and his fingers pump in and out of me furiously.

I cry out and my legs instantly try to close on the intense sensation I cannot take another minute of. I shake and feel a breeze as I am flipped over the couch now my ass up in the air. His thumb is working my clit furiously, while his other hand circles the rim of my ass. I feel cold wetness hit my puckered hole and instinctively tense up when his finger rubs it gently and pushes forward. I have no idea when he undid his pants or when he had my ass soaking wet with arousal or maybe it was lube...hell if I knew.

“How does that feel?” he asks.

“What?” I gasp whimpering as the tingling over my rim is so intense I thrust my hips forward.

“What does that feel like Bella? It is doing something. Tell me, you are so fucking tensed up ready to explode!”

“Oh God...it tingles and feels cool and wet...and I can’t...”

“Can’t what?”

“Take it Edward...touch me there please oh fuck please.”

“I want to hear you tell me what you want.”

“Your fingers in me there.” I hiss.

He smacks my ass softly and growls and I feel his icy cold chest over my back as he presses against me. The feel of his cool flesh against my heated sweaty skin feels refreshing and at the same time too intense as I shudder under him.

“Be still.” He whispers behind my ear.

I try not to wiggle but the moment his cold hard cock slips between my ass cheeks along the crack of my ass i can’t help it.

“My venom on your ass, has you so fucking needy beyond words, look at you. How does my cock feel brushing over it baby? Sensitive...good?”

“Please.” I cry out.

“I am getting off on your tight little ass Bella.” And he pumps his cock through my cheeks and I about die with the sensation of his cock rubbing over my rim. His venom is doing wicked things and his hands push my hips down holding me to the couch. “Be fucking still!” he growls and grunts sliding back and forth. Then he reaches under neath me pushing his hand in between my lips pinching my clit and he begins to pump faster.

It takes seconds and I scream out holding nothing back as his thrusts brushing his venom over my sensitive rim shatters me completely.

His growl is deep against my ear and he curses and nips at my lobe.

“Fuck yeah...God I want you so fucking bad! I swear to God I will have you this way. You have to be so deliciously tight. If you only knew how much I want to fuck your ass baby girl.”

“Oh, God!”

“You are loving it huh baby?”

“Yes....yes... yes...”

“Turn your head and give me those lips. Let me taste my girl.”  I do as he asks and his lips find mine and the friction against my ass intensifies. I quiver and shake. “Come down those thighs baby. Give me something to lick up ”

I feel pressure and gasp out when my ass stretches slightly followed by a burning sensation that quickly disappears. I forget about it and notice Edward stills and cries out throwing his head back. His cold hands have a tighter than usual grip on my hips.

He growls deeper and snarls, “Don’t fucking move Bella....you need to let me...arghhhhh.....fucccckkkkk yeah!” he howls out and then I feel cool wet spurts up my ass and realize that he has pushed into me and is coming.

“Fuck...I know you feel that? Each pulse, you contract from the sensation...fuck Bella nothing...has ever felt so fucking good!” He growls bringing his lips to my ear.

“I am barely in baby don’t move. Just feel it.”

A few twitches and pulses as our breathing calms. He holds me to him. Seconds later I feel his ice cold finger circle where we are joined.

“It’s just the tip.” He kisses me and I try to regain my breathing. It is tight and slightly sore but numbing more and more taking away all pain.

“Next time it will be all of me.” His hand comes up grips my chin holding my head and his lips devour me in a deep hard kiss. I moan into his mouth. He pulls back looking into my wide shocked eyes.

“As soon as you are numb enough, I will pull out. Don’t move Bella. Let me take care of you so you don’t hurt baby girl.”

I can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t control my shaking body.

I collapse against the couch and again in a blur of movement using his vampire speed, he is now laying down on the couch with me on top of him curled up in his chest, wrapped in his arms. I shiver.  

“You did so fucking good.”

“I can’t believe we just did that.” I whisper.

“I couldn’t leave you here without marking you as mine. I couldn’t” he murmurs against the top of my head.

His hands hold me brushing over my hypersensitive skin and I curl up in his throat and close my eyes.

“Promise you will come back to me.” I whisper.

“Oh sweetheart...once everything is done, I will have the jet on standby to bring me back.”

I look up at him. He is beautiful. Not a hair out of place other than the usual and then he smiles softly.

“Sleep baby. I am not leaving you tonight. You sleep right where you are. I will be here when you wake up.”

He pulls the blanket draped over the couch over me and I drift off.

© Robshandmonkey...

Okay...that was by far pretty fucking kinky if you ask me....slipping the tip of his cock in her ass just so he could mark her with his scent. He is such a fucking possessive vamp... LOL!

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