BPOV

My hands ran over the smooth fabric of the elaborate dress. The much too elaborate dress. Much too elaborate for me anyways. My wedding dress had been the conjuration of Edward's sister, Alice. I bet she's laughing right now in her spiffy nightgown adorned with diamonds. She never did like me.

A traitorous tear escaped my naked eyelid as the memories flooded back to me. Edward had once been such a sweet gentlemen to me. I never believed Alice's warnings that he'd tire of our union. I simply concluded she was bitter about her brother marrying a woman- no, a girl rather- that was below, much below, him in status. The Cullens were all about reputation and their beloved heir to the fortune, my Edward, was their pride and joy. When he married me they disapproved with a passion. Even attempting to persuade my affections away with heaps of money and other vain gestures, all of which I refused adamantly.

I have been a loyal wife to Edward in every sense of the word. Supporting him in every possible situation, I've almost lost my own attributes and personality. Perhaps that's why he has tired of me. Tired being an understatement. He barely even looks me in the eyes anymore. The most response I am able to gain from him is "yes dear". Dear- how I despise that nickname! No, twenty year old woman wants her husband to treat her like a stepford wife.

Edward and I have been married for two years now and already the spark has vanished- for him anyways. When I look at Edward my knees still go weak and my heart still flutters at his very touch, but he does not reciprocate such dominate emotions. I've become more of a duty to him; a wife that he cannot rid of since that would only prove his parents right in their assumptions. I truly believe that is the only reason he hesitates to ask (demand would probably be a more accurate word to use) for a divorce.

Glancing to the right, I catch the time on the clock that is lodged in the wall. Two hours before Edward is due home. My stomach tightens in anticipation. I have news to inform him of that will have life altering side affects to the state of our relationship. Either he will metamorphosis into the Edward I fell in love with or….or he will sink further away from me. Perhaps he'll vanish altogether.

Urgently, I talk away all negative possibilities from my fragile mind. This can only wreak good fortune on us. Yes, for I am carrying our child. Edward's baby. The one we previously longed for when we use to gleefully plot our promising future together. It's implausible that this reformed man can be so dramatically different from my Edward that the news of a child doesn't create a grin on his beautiful lips.

A baby will fix all of our sufferings and make us one again…..it has to.

EPOV

"We can't continue with this anymore, Edward." Rosalie says as she crosses her arms over her perfect milky white breast.

I roll my eyes and push her onto the mattress, my legs nudging hers open for me.

"That's what you said last week too." I remind her whilst I attack her neck, as if it's a holiday feast and I've been deprived of food for days.

"She's my sister, Edward. Bella loves you and if she had any knowledge-"

"She doesn't. Rosie, stop the worrying. Bella has absolutely no clue that we're fucking."

Rosie's eyes bulge in rage at my choice of words. Oops. I should have remembered from last time that what is transpiring between us shall not be referred to as "fucking". But can she really blame me? Hair pulling, ass fucking, and spankings all sound like fucking to me.

"Could you get anymore vulgar, Edward? You're such a bastard."

Furious, Rosalie slaps me until I roll off of her goddess like body. She dresses hastily as I look on with a smirk adorning my features.

"Babe, stop acting like Mother Teresa. You're the one riding your brother-in-law's dick."

"Fuck you, Edward!" She spits back angrily.

Normally, I'd let her run off and pout until she comes back, but my dick is too hard for that shit. So instead, I tackle her retreating body back onto the king sized bed of the hotel. She gives the left side of my face a nice punch before kissing me hungrily.

Similar to an animal, I tear off the slinky red "dress" she is wearing and pull her panties off. Without checking to see if she is ready I enter her in one swift move. Hell. That's the best term I can think to describe being inside of Rosalie. The word "heaven" is reserved for being inside my Bella. Hmm….maybe I'll go there tonight. My penis has missed Bella after all; she's the beauty of her family. Rosie is the slutty porn star fucking her sister's husband. Sexy.

My balls are aching more with each passing second, alerting me to the fact that I'm about to blow my load inside of Hell, formally known as Rosie's pussy, very soon. I rub her clit as she makes these mewing sounds. Rosie grabs onto my hair and doesn't hesitate to pull a couple strands out while her hips buck wildly to meet my ever persistent thrusts.

Horny little bitch she is.