I wanted to address the guest reviewer; I respect you opinion and I totally agree. You know, I'm going to be honest, I don't like the characters either, but, when I just started writing this story this is how is came out. I was up front that this was a very aggressive and offensive story, it was not for everyone. And the way these characters talk and act, I do not condone. Not in the slightest.
But, sometimes, I get up in my feelings. I've been in this very aggressive mood and my emotions sometimes overwhelm me, so I write. I have way more f*cked up stories in my word doc. I deal with a lot of pent up emotions. I am very quiet in person, I don't speak my mind at all, but when I write, my emotions just write for me. This story was honestly made out of aggression and frustration. So, to the guest reviewer, who I hope reads this part, know, that I completely understand where you're coming from and what you mean. Everything in this story is offensive and let me tell you it's going to get worse. This is literally a guilty pleasure story for those who are feeling particularly aggressive or whatever.
And just a little heads-up, this chapter has very rough aggressive sex in it. Most will see this as rape. In advance, I apologize.
Chapter Four
The door slamming made me jump. Edward was here, but, he usually wasn't so loud when he entered. I sat up from the bed and listened to the loud stomping of footsteps making their way to the bedroom.
Edward threw open the door, his eyes practically red with anger. I felt my heart leapt into my throat; there was only one other time he was this angry.
"Edward—," I said.
"Get on your fucking knees and suck my cock. I don't want to hear you say a word." He snarled as he jerked his clothes off.
I immediately obeyed with his demand, not wanting to infuriate him even more than he already was. I made that horrible mistake last time. That was the closest he ever came to almost striking me.
I got down on my knees and looked up at him. He was holding his swollen cock in his hands, looking down at me. He grabbed a fist-full of my hair and shoved his entire cock into my mouth. I gagged as he forcibly thrusted my head onto his dick.
"You better make my dick as wet as possible because it's going up your ass in a minute." He hissed.
I made more of an effort to spit on her large cock, even though it was violently fucking my throat raw. After a few more thrusts and jerked my head off his dick.
"Bend over the fucking bed and spread your pretty ass." I bent over the bed and spread myself for him, looking back to watch him and prepare for his intrusion.
He slapped my ass hard, "Turn your face forward."
I turned around just as he slapped my other ass cheek as hard. His handprint he left was stinging my cheeks.
The tip of his cock pressed against my very tight hole. He didn't give me time to prepare myself before he shoved his cock into my ass. I gasped loudly, my hands gripping the sheets.
As sexually experienced I was, the tears were still streaming from my eyes as he wrenched my head back by my hair and started violently thrusting into my ass. Every stroke made me squeak loudly.
When he released my hair and gripped my hips, I knew he was about to cum. He grunted a few times, thrusting sharply a few more times before he released his hot seed into me. I hissed as his cum burned my asshole. He must've ripped it.
He fell against my back, panting heavily. I still refused to say anything, not knowing if he was still angry.
His once aggressive hands started gently caressing sides, his lips lovingly kissing my neck. He slowly pulled his soft dick out of me.
"I'm so sorry baby," he whispered, "I love you so much my sweet little devil."
I smiled, glad to have back the Edward that I loved and not the angry monster man who truly frightened me.
He stood, careful not to jostle my body to much. His fingers were gentle and he looked at my abused ass.
"Shit," he hissed to himself, "Kate!" He hollered.
She quickly ran into the room, "Yes Edward?" She said, not questioning the scene before her.
"Run us bath now. Warm water."
"Yes sir." She ran into the bathroom. I heard the water taps turn on.
I stayed laying on the bed, too afraid to move from my position. I didn't know how bad the pain would be if I did move. Edward had moved away but quickly returned.
He moved in front of me, holding a large glass of red wine and three white pills.
"Open your mouth," he said gently.
He pushed the pills into my mouth than pressed the glass against my lips. He made me down the entire glass before pulling it away and refilling it again.
He pressed it to my lips again, "drink this. When you stand it won't be so painful."
I eagerly downed the entire glass, "Thank you." I sighed tiredly.
He slowly pulled me into his arms, stroking the hair off my forehead, "I'm sorry I was so rough."
"You must've been very angry this time." I said.
He nodded and sighed, "I'll tell you later. Right now, I want to take care of my baby."
He pulled me into the bridal position and stepped off the bed. He walked us into the bathroom where a steaming bath awaited us. He stepped in then slowly submerged himself into the water.
I sighed then hissed when the water hit my ass. The pain however, was diluted by the wine and the pills he gave me. For that I was thankful.
He laid me against his chest, making sure to keep my back in the warm water. My eyelids started to close on their own accord. He ran his fingers through my hair against my scalp, making me even more drowsy.
"Go to sleep sweetheart, I'll take care of you." He whispered right before my eyes closed and I drifted off to sleep.
Edward's POV
I watched her fall asleep almost instantly. The sleeping pills I had given her taken affect immediately, which I was grateful for.
I cursed myself, I hated the fact that I lashed out at her and took all of my pent-up aggression out on her. I loved Isabella, more than anything. My violent behavior towards her would prove otherwise, but, that's what I knew love to be.
I kissed the top of her head, gently stroking her body with my hands. God, she was so fucking beautiful. My flawless diamond.
When Tanya and I married, I liked her. I thought over time our mutual like would turn into love, like my mother and father. But, six months after our wedding, I met Bella and instantly fell for her. I tried for so long to deny my intense feelings for her, but, I was under her love spell.
I let my fingers drift across her back, she shuddered in her sleep. Even if Tanya could have kids, I don't think I could ever find any sort of mutual like for the children we produced. I wanted Bella to carry my children. The thought of her pregnant with my child turned me on, which was sick, but I couldn't help this strange emotion flowing through me.
The fact of my dick getting hard thinking of Bella being pregnant with my kid wasn't the reason I knew I was in love with her.
I woke up thinking about her and went to sleep thinking about her. When I was angry with her, I loved her. I just felt an overwhelming feeling of unconditional love for her and no matter what she did I wouldn't stop loving her.
