Chapter Two
My knees were curled to my chest, tied there by ropes attached to the opposite shoulder.
My wrists were bound in front of my knees, completely immobile as I lay on my side with Edward thrusting into me at his leisure.
"You're such a dirty slut," he whispered, panting in time with his movements.
That's right, Edward, just the way you want me to be. I thought sarcastically.
Of course, he didn't like that.
His cold hand cracked down on my ass, making me yelp in surprised pain.
I hissed in a breath and clenched my teeth as my accelerated healing worked on the flesh.
If you don't want to hear my thoughts then go home to your wife and tie her up like a piece of meat.
Fuck her like you do me.
Come on her face and see if she moans like she enjoys it.
That's right, pussy. You won't.
"No," he barked. "I won't. Because she's not a piece of meat."
"She's just the girl you married. You need me, Edward. I'm the only person that's as fucked in the head as you are."
His hand cracked down again.
I smiled. I'd won this round.