The Devils Hypnotist

Holy shit! Finally. I'm sorry for the delay. This chapter was a million different things all at once.

I just want to thank everyone who has busted my ass to get this chapter done. All the support, listening and near meltdowns that went on.

Much love to my pre readers sscana and naughtylawyered... If I could send you Rob wrapped in a red bow I totally would!

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This chapter has drug use, so if this offends you don't read. It's rated M for a reason.

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I froze.

Isabella was in the club. This was a first. Well, think it was a first. I couldn't remember ever seeing her here before. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end.

My eyes swept over her. She was a vision. The deep red halter dress she was wearing was covered in some sort of beading that reflected the light. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from groaning. Her breasts looked soft and supple; my hand twitched at the thought of running my thumb along the curve. Her hair was pulled away from her face, and the long silky tresses flowed down her back. I had to grip my drink tighter. The long tresses were being kept in place with some sort of clip. It would be so quick to release and have her hair fall into her face. The need to reach out and run my fingers through it was strong. Fuck, it had been so long since I'd been with her.

I held my drink to my lips with a grip so unyielding; I wasn't sure how it didn't shatter into pieces. I could feel the drops of water running down my hand and falling onto my chest. She looked stunning.

I had just fucked a girl in an alley; you would think my need would be sated. Nope. I was hard instantly.

My cock twitched. "Down boy," I muttered to myself.

Then she turned, her back facing me. I almost exploded in my pants. The dress barely covered her ass. It sat snug where her thigh and ass joined. This time I groaned. Loud. Thank fuck the music was blaring and ninety percent of the people were drunk so that it wasn't heard.

Her back was bare. The dress dipped so low that if I ran my finger across her skin, I could probably feel the two dimples just above her ass. What I wouldn't give to run my finger down her spine and watch her shiver at my touch. She loved when I did that. She loved the feel of my hands on her body, my hands fisting her hair. Too bad she never remembered. This was the one part of her I hated. I knew it wasn't her fault. Hell, I was the one that made her forget, it still fucking sucked though. It made me feel like an asshole. I hated doing that to her. I wished that I could just be with her.

Aro would disagree. Bella was just a vessel for getting the information he needed. He was using her. Hell, I was using her. In my mind it didn't feel that way. When we were together it was just us. No one else. I relished in those times. Us in her bed, naked. Always naked. I never let her get dressed when she was with me. I needed to feel all of her all of the time. Clothes... useless. I swear, whoever the genius was that came up with that idea should be shot. Nothing better than Bella naked. Well, Bella on top of me riding my cock naked. That was better.

I closed my eyes, remembering the feeling of her lowering her heat onto my cock. The intense sensation I got being sheathed inside her, feeling her tighten and relax around me. Her juices spilling around me as she came apart. I bit my lip at the thought. I reached my hand down discreetly adjusting myself. My cock was hard as steel. That bastard wanted in. Even my cock knew that it had been too long. The ache was painful.

This beautiful creature would be the death of me.

My eyes shifted. Beside her stood Alice.

Shit! I let out a breath. Well at least she's not here alone.

My posture tensed. I scanned the bar for Jasper. Was he here with them? Did I forget that I needed to speak with him? I wracked my brain. Aro hadn't asked me to speak with Jasper in a while. Granted, the last time I spoke with him he had little information for us. Jasper was the go between. He would come to me for information regarding payments, due dates, what and if the authors needed anything. But his main purpose was watching Isabella. I needed to keep tabs on her and her movements. Aro didn't see her like I did. For him she was means to an end. Jasper could watch and report any out of ordinary activities The Family may be partaking in that involved any of Isabella's clients.

I moved him up the ladder quickly. He went from mail-room clerk to junior reader in the span of six months. I remembered the bitching that went on when the position opened. The previous girl who held that job had left with no notice. I snorted. If they actually knew what happened to her. When people became useless or couldn't give us the information that was needed, they were disposed of. Yes, it was cruel. Not even their families knew what happened. They just disappeared.

Bella was here. Aro was here. This could not be good.

I looked around the bar again. I noticed Aro was deep in conversation with Marcus. Either he hadn't noticed her or was ignoring it. I couldn't be sure. I needed to figure out what Isabella was doing here. I internally rolled my eyes.

It's a fucking bar, asshole, why wouldn't she be here?

I moved back towards the bar, never taking my eyes off of Isabella. I shook my glass towards the bartender, she made her way over quickly. From the corner of my eye I saw that she gave me a shy smile. I smirked and gave her a wink. I leaned back on the bar watching Isabella. She was was talking with a very animated Alice and. She was nodding and shaking her head at what Alice was saying. She looked a little uncomfortable, she was messing with her dress and Alice was giving her a look of 'would you give it a rest already?' I smiled. Bella She looked so fucking beautiful but extremely uncomfortable.

"Here you go" the the bartender said as she passed my glass back to me.

I gave her a nod and a wink then brought the glass to my lips. I scanned the bar again and saw Aro waving his hand for me to join him. I gave a curt nod and pushed off the bar in one fluid movement.

Isabella had her back to me, so when I brushed by her and inhaled her scent quickly, it went undetected. My eyes rolled back into my head. Her scent was enough to knock me over. Fuck, what I wouldn't give to run my hand across her fine ass. I shook that thought out and made my way through the crowd catching Aro's eye. He gave a small nod gesturing to the seat in front of him. I sat down in the chair and slumped back, lifting my leg so that it was resting on my knee and draped my arm over the back.

Within seconds Marcus had dropped a baggie of blow in front of me. I smiled. How well they knew me. I pulled out my money clip and took a hundred out. Aro pushed a mirror towards me along with a credit card. I had all my paraphernalia with me but I never needed to use it. They knew what I wanted. I never had to ask or remind them. I scoffed inwardly. Aro was the fucking boss, the man in charge; but just one shift of my sunglasses made him shit his pants. It was sweet.

I sprinkled the blow on the mirror, quickly cutting it into long thin lines. Marcus was watching me expectantly. I didn't share. The only person who got high with me was Isabella. Even if she didn't remember. I shook my head and rolled my bill. I took a quick glance around the bar. I wasn't sure that Aro hadn't spotted her yet and I needed to keep it that way. I brought my face down to the mirror and quickly snorted my lines.

Marcus was staring at me like a petulant child. I smirked and wiped the residue with my finger bringing it to my mouth rubbing my gums. I pushed the mirror towards him "If you want some get your own fucking shit, I don't fucking share!" He huffed, grabbed the mirror and dumped blow on it. I stood up in a flash, my chair falling back on the floor in the process and leaned over the table grabbing his shirt and pulling him to my face.

"You looked like a starving man when I took my hit and you've got the balls to dump your fucking blow in my face?" Marcus's mouth popped open and he tried to pull away. I gave him an evil smirk then flipped the mirror onto the floor then shoved him back into his seat.

"You fucking asshole!" Marcus yelled. Aro stood immediately.

He knew what was going to happen. Marcus paled. He was in deep fucking shit.

"Sit the fuck down Edward!" Aro said in calm voice.

I cocked my eyebrow at him. I didn't know what the hell he was playing but I wasn't in the mood. I leaned over, to pick my chair up picking my chair up, and sat down with a smile playing on my lips.

"You've got balls of fucking steel, Marcus. I mean really, who the fuck do you think you are?" Marcus just looked at me and shrugged. My hand balled into a fist. It took every fucking ounce of control to not connect it to his face.

"Edward, my boy, this is not the time to be getting into an argument over trivial things," Aro stated calmly. I nodded and shifted in my seat.

"What did you need me for Aro? I mean, do we have business to discuss?" I asked nonchalantly.

"We do have business to discuss, Edward. I've been told that Jasper Hale as moved up the ranks in one of the publishing houses. I believe it's the same publishing house that Isabella works for."

I stiffened. What the fuck?

I turned to look at him but. Aro turned his head away from so he wasn't looking at me. I gave a light laugh and shrugged.

"Yeah, he's moved up in the company. I haven't needed him for any information, but he's close to Isabella so I needed to keep an eye on her when I can't be there."

Aro gave a small nod, still not looking at me. I leaned forward on the table and crossed my arms.

"What is it you want or need?" I asked, cutting through the bullshit.

Aro leaned further way taking a deep breath. "I need you to ask Jasper when the new authors will be coming in and when they expect payment."

I furrowed my brow. Why in the hell would he need to know that? He could get Marcus to ask that shit. I wanted answers. I lifted my sunglasses at the same moment Aro looked at me. I stared into him. He let out a whimper then froze.

I smiled a Cheshire grin. "That's right asshole, you can't hide shit from me."

I needed to quickly formulate my question in my head. I didn't want Aro to be out for long. Why in the hell would he want that info? I searched my brain for the answer but came up with nothing. I pulled Aro's eyes closer to me, studying his face and asked "Why do you need that information?"

Of course there was nothing but a blank expression on Aro's face. He answered in a monotone voice "The Italians have been asking when they will be receiving their cut."

What. The. Fuck.

"Why in the hell would they want to know that? We're the ones taking the money from them." I was holding my stare, not wavering.

"They know what's going on," he answered.. "I was told to keep it from Edward."

I felt like the floor had suddenly dropped from beneath me.

What the hell was he was talking about? What did that mean 'keep it from Edward'?

Aro knew he couldn't keep shit from me. Yet he still tried. My hands curled on the table. Marcus was watching, pale as a ghost, shaking his head.

"I fucking knew something was up. Aro has been more shady than normal these past few weeks." He sighed. "I can't believe he thought he could actually keep that from you."

I was seething. Marcus had seen the changes in Aro and had said nothing. What the hell was wrong with these people? Granted I was considered a soldier. This never bothered me. I did things the way I wanted and was never challenged. This was completely new to me.

"How long has he been like this?" I asked, not taking my eyes off of Aro. I saw Marcus shrug out of the corner of my eye.

"As I said," he replied. "I've seen it the past couple of weeks, but I couldn't give you an accurate time frame. I've been at the publishing houses a lot this month."

I nodded my head in understanding. I would have to deal with this swiftly and quietly. My lip curled as I thought about the consequences of this new information. I took a deep breath and decided that I would have to deal with this without Aro's presence. I lifted my sunglasses to my face and thanked Aro for his help.

I leaned back in my chair, nodding to the waitress that was standing a few feet away to get me a drink. She nodded at me then quickly made her way to the bar. As I waited for Aro to come to and my drink to arrive, I told Marcus he better keep his mouth shut about the information he had given me. If he didn't, he would be a gruesome addition to the Chicago River. He nodded slowly, letting my words sink in as he leaned back in his chair. We were clear.

My brain was going a mile a minute. I was trying to figure out why Aro was fucking with the Italians and, in turn, fucking over everyone else. There was something I was missing but I was sure as hell going to find out.

I was brought out of my inner ramblings when the waitress placed my drink on the table. I brought the glass to my mouth just as Aro was shaking his head, like he was clearing his thoughts. I smiled into my glass. When I needed information, the person whom I was pulling it from never knew what happened. I couldn't tell you what it felt like as I've never had it done to me, but I guessed it was like daydreaming. Just getting lost for a bit then coming back. I never needed to worry. Nobody ever remembered what had happened.

"I must have been deep in thought," Aro said casually as he rubbed was rubbing his eyes and forehead with his palms. "Now, Edward, my boy, as I was saying, you need to talk to Jasper about when they will be getting payment."

I nodded and took a sip of my drink. "When do you want the answer?"

He looked at me quizzically. "As soon as possible Edward, I would like to get the ball rolling on these 'books'." He raised his fingers motioning air quotes as he said books.

"Sure, not a problem Aro, as soon as I see Jasper, I'll ask." I didn't want to leave it at that so I added, "Why do you want me to ask? Marcus can do it."

Aro stiffened. "Well, Marcus is going to be with me tying up some loose ends with the extra people we've brought in, and you will need to be in the offices making sure that everything is executed properly." I nodded while finishing my drink.

I knew he was bullshitting me but I just didn't feel like dealing with this shit right now. I was on a high of just being fucked in the alley out back, blowed up and Aro had to fucking ruin it with this. I was not impressed.

I got up from my seat, dropping my glass on the table.

"I'll see you later. I've got somewhere to be." With a quick nod I turned and walked away from the table not even looking back. I didn't give a shit about what Aro thought. Right now he was on my hit list. When I got to the bottom of this fucking mess that I had just found out about, he was dead. I walked at a languid pace back to the bar, looking out of the corner of my eye. The music was pumping, bodies were mingling and entwining against each other. When I reached the bar I leaned my head down and pressing my forehead to the cool wood.

I could feel the bass vibrating through the floor, up my body, through my spine and into my head. After a couple of minutes I felt it. A bolt of lightening being shot through me;, my body started to buzz. It was not from the bass. I knew that feeling. I craved that feeling. She was close. Very close. I turned my head.

Looking right at me with those beautiful browns eyes was Isabella.

My heart kick started, going double time. My breathing became ragged. My mouth went dry. I licked my lips to get some type of moisture on them. She was so fucking beautiful. She had no idea the power she held over me. I always made her forget. I lifted my head to her. She was holding a glass of something. It looked like a fruity drink. Fucking women and their stupid drinking habits. What that hell is wrong with beer? She saw me eyeing her drink and shrugged then blushed.

Dammit! Why oh why does she do that? It gets me every fucking time. I chided myself. She doesn't know that you fucking dick!

"I saw you leaning your head down and I thought that you were feeling sick or something," my angel said.

I grinned and shook my head. "No, I'm good, just trying to wind down. It's been a stressful night."

She nodded while taking a sip from her drink. Then just because my night wasn't hell enough, she bit her lip and gave me a coy smile. I cocked my brow. When the hell had she become so forward? Again I internally slapped myself. I never saw her outside, on her own without any of my influence. To say I was put out would be an understatement.

I was the one who went to her, not the other way around. Then a thought came to my head. Did she know who I was? Did she suddenly remember all the things we'd done together? I was starting to panic. I have never known anyone to remember but there's a first for everything. No, there's no way she remembers. I pushed those thoughts out and extended my hand to her.

"I'm Edward and you are..." I left the statement hanging, with hopes she wouldn't have a clue who I was.

Isabella took my hand in hers. "I'm Bella, it's a pleasure to meet you. I hope I'm not intruding on your alone time. I mean, now that I know you're not sick or anything." Her eyes were shifting everywhere. "I just have this feeling that we know each other from somewhere. I can't place it though." She was nervous.

I mentally patted myself on the back. I felt better in an instant. I didn't need to worry about her lashing out or some crazy shit. I smiled and pointed to her glass.

"It's not a problem. Well, Bella, would you like another drink?" She shook her head.

"No, thank you. I've already had enough and I don't feel like being drunk and not knowing how to get back to my place."

She giggled then placed her glass down on the bar.

"So Edward," she smiled when she said my name. My cock twitched. Her saying my name always made me hard, but this was different. She was meeting me for the first time.

Well, sort of.

Semantics.

I leaned closer to the bar so she wouldn't see the fucking bulge in my pants. I turned my head slightly to look at her. She was drawing circles on the bar with the water circles from the sweating glasses. I bit back a moan. I remembered the last time we were together and what those fingers had been doing. I inhaled sharply. I needed her right now. After the fucking mess with Aro, my high and my bliss from my alley fuck all but gone, I was close to peaking.

I had to go about this differently. We were in a very public place; Alice was a few feet away. At least I thought she was. I knew Alice well enough that if she had been close enough to hear anything she would have at Isabella's side in an instant. I still didn't want to take a chance. I was completely out of my element. I had never had to work for something. Ever.

I took a deep breath.

"Fuck it."

I turned to her, removing my sunglasses and hooking them onto my shirt. I needed her to be with me. The only way I knew how. Isabella wasn't looking at me, so I shifted myself against the bar. I needed her to look at me. See my eyes. As if she could hear my inner thoughts, she turned.

She sucked in such a deep breath that her chest rose pushing her breasts towards me. I may have drooled. I loved this part. She stood still, her chest was heaving and her breaths were coming out sharp. My mouth curled into a smirk. Her tongue darted out and ran along her bottom lip. I groaned. She was pure fucking sin.

I brought my finger to her cheek and slowly ran it down her face to her collarbone. Her skin broke out into goose bumps. Excellent. I slowly moved my face to her ear, lightly grazing my lips along the shell and whispered, "You want to be my good dirty girl?"

Her breathing stopped and she shivered. She turned her face to me as I pulled back. Eyes pitch black with lust and want and hunger were looking at me.

"Edward" she breathed. It was more than I could handle. My mouth crashed to hers and my hands made their way into her hair. Isabella moaned so loud, that anyone in a five foot radius must have heard. My hands snaked their way down her back and to her ass.

I squeezed hard and pulled her to me. As if on instinct she wrapped her legs around my waist, pressing her sweet heat down on my cock. It was fucking bliss. I groaned into her mouth, pushing her back onto the bar. She was ravaging my mouth. Her hands were everywhere but nowhere. Isabella's hands weren't staying in one place long enough. They were grabbing my ass, gripping my shoulders making their way to my hair. It was excruciating.

I broke the kiss panting hard then growled. "We need to get out of here right now. I can't wait any longer."

She nodded her head and dropped her legs from around my waist then crooked her finger to me, "Come Edward."

I almost did. Her voice was low, dripping pure sex and she knew what she was doing. This is how I liked Isabella: Unashamed, confident and brave. I pulled her to my body making my very hard erection known. She groaned. If we didn't get the fuck out of here I was going to cum in my pants. Yes, it had been that long since we'd been together.

I pushed us away from the bar, not letting go of her. I quickly scanned the bar looking for the closest exit. As soon as I spotted the emergency exit behind the bar, I turned our bodies in that direction, forcing Isabella to follow. Even though she was in front of me she knew exactly where we needed to go. As we passed the bartender I reached into my pocket and dropped a hundred dollar bill on the bar.

"This should cover whatever the hell she was drinking." The man just looked at me then nodded.

I pushed our way behind the bar towards the door. As soon as my hand touched the red emergency bar Slave for You came on. Jesus fuck, how appropriate that this song was at that moment.

Isabella stopped dead in her tracks and spun around to face me. Her eyes had a glint of playfulness in them. I smirked and pressed my body against hers. She pulled back, tilting her head mouthing the words to me.

I really wanna dance tonight with you
(I just can't help myself)
I really wanna do what you want me too

This woman was trying to kill me. There was no other explanation. The shit I wanted to do with her was beyond reasoning. I needed to consume her and I needed her to consume me. I pushed the door open, the cool brisk air made me take a breath. I couldn't wait. I needed her now.

I picked Isabella up, grabbing her ass and wrapping her legs around me. I loved feeling her like this. Nothing better. Well, right now anyway. In a few minutes it would be a hell of a lot better. I groaned as her lips made their way along my neck. Her tongue making weird patterns. I shivered when she moved her mouth away. The cool air was causing my body to react in ways it hadn't before. I spotted my car under the lone street light. Perfect. I walked us over to my car and dropped her onto the hood. She let out a little squeak. This was going to be hard and fast. I would go slow later, but right now there was no way in hell that was happening.

She slid up to the centre of the hood, kicking her shoes off in the process. "I wouldn't want to scratch your car, Edward. I know how much you love it." A little smirked lined her lips.

I narrowed my eyes at her, my hands grabbing her thighs to pull her closer. "That's right, babygirl, but my car is not what I'm thinking about right now."

I ran my hands up her legs, pushing her dress up in the process. She let out a shuddering breath.

"Please, Edward. I need to feel you."

My hand flew to her chest, pushing her back against the hood. As I pushed she spread her legs open for me. I moaned. Loud. Her bare pussy, spread for me, shining with arousal. Thank fuck there was nobody on the street.

I pulled my jacket off and threw it on the ground. Yes I would be cursing about that tomorrow but I just didn't have it in me to care. I unbuttoned my shirt and reached behind, pulling my gun, and gently laying it beside her head. She took a sharp breath.

I undid my pants and pushed them down. My belt buckle made a soft clink when it hit the ground. I reached down into my pants pocket and pulled out my blow. I wanted to get high off my babygirl. Plus, I think she wanted some too. Her eyes were trained to my hand and followed it, licking her lips.

"That's right my dirty girl. I'm going to get high off you then fuck you hard." I tapped the baggie between my finger and thumb. "Sound good?"

She moaned and brought her hand down to her pussy slowly inserting one finger. I started to pant. She can't be doing that shit. I know she didn't remember how long it had been for us, but that shit was not cool. I was about to combust.

I slapped her away. "Aah, ah, ah, no touching. When you cum it will be all over my cock." She frowned. I smirked. Fuck she was cute when she got scolded.

I pulled my keys from my pocket and dipped one in the blow before bringing it to her nose.

"Here babygirl." She smiled and quickly inhaled the blow. I positioned myself between her legs and sprinkled some blow where her thigh met her torso. I loved doing blow off her from that spot. So close to her pussy, but just far enough that I could tease her. She giggled. "That tickles, baby."

Fuck!

She was the only one who could call me that. It rolled off her lips so pure and innocent. I needed her wrapped around me now. I grabbed my gun from beside her.

"Next time," I fired two shots in the air then brought my lips close to her ear then whispered, "I'm going to fuck you with my gun."

I pressed the hot tip onto her clit, she screamed out and I watched her cum before I had even touched her. I grabbed the bill and quickly snorted the line. Mother fucking bliss.

I dragged my finger through the residue and slammed my finger into her pussy. She cried out and her back arched off of the car. I watched in amazement as she pushed down on my hand, trying to get me as deep as possible. I pumped my finger slowly

"Damn, baby you're so fucking wet for me."

Isabella grunted and moaned in pleasure, her pussy fluttering around me. I smiled down at her. "You're always ready for my cock, aren't you?"

I took my fingers out and flicked her clit, then thrust them back in, hard. She opened her eyes and stared. I swear she was looking into my soul.

"Now Edward. Fuck me right now!" Her words spurred something in me.

In a flash my fingers were out, my hands gripped her thighs yanking her to me. In one swift movement my cock sank into her heat while my fingers dug into her thighs. I let out a guttural moan.

"Fuuuuck!" I started slamming into her. "Jesus fuck babygirl, I've missed this fucking pussy."

I was like a wild animal that had been denied food. She was my prey that I had gone so long without. I dropped my eyes to where our bodies were joined and let out a low moan as my my cock thrust into her.

"You like this cock fucking you?" She moaned. "You're my good dirty girl, aren't you baby." Isabella's head was thrashing from side to side, her hair moving like a wave across my hood. Her legs had snaked around my waist, pulling me deeper into her. She was screaming out expletives left right and centre.

Her hands were trying to find a grip on my hood. She was raw and untamed. I fucking loved her like this. This was my Isabella. My hand found purchase on her stomach as I thrusted harder and harder into her. I could feel her pussy tightening around me.

I gritted my teeth then yelled "Cum Isabella! NOW!"

With one last hard thrust, and my fingers pinching her clit, I came apart as her pussy clamped down on my cock. Her grip around my waist tightened as, she screamed out so loud that the sound echoed off the buildings. I slowed my pace and fell forward onto her chest. Our heavy breathing was the only thing that could be heard.

Her hands found my hair and, she tugged, forcing me to look at her. She licked her lips. "I love you, Edward, forever."

My heart broke.

Her forever and my forever were two very different things. I nodded, placing soft kisses on her stomach then slipped out of her, adjusting her dress at the same time.

"I love you too, Isabella." I pushed off the car, pulling up my pants and and fixed my shirt. Yes, total asshole move to not even remove my shoes, but as I said, I couldn't fucking wait. Isabella sat up on the hood, a goofy grin on her beautiful face. She pushed her hair back and let out a contented sigh. I smiled, bringing my thumb to her mouth running it along her lips. I lifted her off the hood a placed her gently on the ground.

She giggled. "I think my shoes are on either side of the car." I laughed and nodded.

As I watched Isabella hunt for her shoes, I bent over to pick up my jacket, internally cursing because it was covered in dirt. I was almost upright, when out of nowhere I heard the only thing that made me cringe.

"Edward?"

Motherfucking shit!

So there we have it. I hope it was worth the long wait.

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Jen xx