Chapter Nine

~Bella~

"Cara, you are a bad girl," Marcus whispers, running his fingers up my back.

Burying my head under the pillow, I groan in misery. My head is throbbing from a hangover, my cunt is well fucked, and my heart is tearing in two.

Aro is so livid with me.

He would not answer my texts last night as if I am the married one having an affair. As if I did anything wrong.

And goddamn, does Edward know how to use his cock. I never meant for that to happen; for me to let him fuck me with an audience. I never meant to let him drag me to my room afterward and go for round two on mine and Aro's bed.

But, why should I be celibate to a man who fucks his wife every night? I should be able to spread my legs for other men, should I not?

Fuck my life and all the men in it.

Except for my Marcus. I rather like him.

"I'm an idiot," I mumble, lifting my head and blowing the hair out of my face and coming face to face with Marcus grinning at me like a sexy psychotic. "Quit looking at me like that."

He reaches up and pushes my hair behind my ear. "Bella, I did not realize how sexy you look when you come."

"Oh my God," I complain, shoving at his chest. "I hate you."

He pulls me against his chest and kisses my head. "You do not hate me, si? You love me. Aro got what he deserved, carina. Did you not enjoy Edward's cock?"

"Marcus…" I drag out his name, whining like a two-year-old. "That's not the point. I have not had anyone other than Aro's cock in three years."

"He does not deserve this loyalty you give to him. Come. Get up. I will take you to breakfast."

"Just let me cuddle you a little longer," I say, snuggling deeper into his warm body.

"You are such a little bebé."

"Mmmm."

Marcus strokes my hair, and I take deep breaths, so I don't cry like a pussy over my mister. Maybe it's time I give him an ultimatum; me or Sulpicia.

What if he chooses her?

Then I will have to live with it.

Or continue this miserable affair.

Except when I am with him, I am not miserable at all.

Fuck my life.

Marcus drags me out of the car and into the same café as yesterday's lunch. My hair is a mess on top of my head, and I have no make-up on. The late morning sun is doing nothing to help the pain that still throbs inside my head.

Marcus stops suddenly, and I run into his back. "What the fuck, Marcus?"

"Isabella…"

My eyes widen behind my sunglasses when I hear Edward's deep voice. I peek around Marcus' body and come face to face with my cock buddy from last night. He looks rather refreshed unlike my vagabond self. I step around Marcus, gripping onto his arm for dear life, and Edward grins like the big bad wolf.

"Edward, caro, who is this?"

"Mamma, you know Marcus. This is Isabella. Isabella this is Carmen. We all work together, mamma."

Edward's mamma stands from their table, looking like the perfect well put together mother, and I suddenly feel even more vagrant standing here looking like death.

Marcus kisses her cheeks and then she kisses mine.

She smells of roses.

"Aro is mia mamma's brother," Edward says, ever the helpful cock, and my eyes widen even more behind my glasses. Edward smirks at me, and I swallow loudly.

"It is nice to meet you," I lie.

"You will join us, no?"

"Uhhh…"

"Si," Marcus cuts in, taking Carmen's arm and leading her back to her seat.

"Come, bella. You will sit next to me." Edward grabs my arm, his fingers burning my skin as he pulls me roughly to the chair that sits next to him.

"What the fuck," I hiss under my breath when he shoves me into my seat.

He places his lips onto my ear, his warm breath giving me the chills. "Mmmmm, carina. You still smell of my cock."

I turn and place my lips onto his ear. "Your cock stinks."

He chuckles and bites my earlobe and whispers, "Try telling that to your greedy cunt," before pulling back.

Marcus is grinning and when Edward's mother is looking down at her menu, I flip him off, making him and Edward both chuckle.

Whose side is he on, anyway!

"Isabella, how old are you?"

"22…" I end up yelping at the same time Edward slides his hand up my thigh. I lift my shades on top of my head and smile apologetically.

"You are so young. How is it you came to work for my brother?"

"I met him in Rome. I was sightseeing, and he approached me about modeling."

"You do not look like the usual type."

"Mamma," Edward scolds, rubbing his hand up my leg soothingly.

"Caro, I only mean…"

"Isabella is the best model Aro has."

"She is the number one pick," Marcus agrees. "She does her job very well." He winks at me, making me smile.

"I am sorry if I offend you."

"No, it's okay."

Your brother has no problem with the way I look. Neither does your son for that matter.

The waitress comes and we order our food and even though my stomach feels like I could just puke all over the table, I scarf it down anyway if only so I do not have to speak to Edward's mother a moment longer.

When we are done, Carmen gets up to pay the bill, and Edward lets her.

"Marcus," I scold as soon as she leaves. "Why would you put me through this?"

"Bella, I was only hungry." I roll my eyes, and he grins. "It was fun was it not?"

"It was not."

"Come on, bella," Edward croons, touching my face before I slap his hand away, making him chuckle.

"Don't touch me."

"Si, I will not touch you," Edward says, yanking my chair closer, breathing his warm breath all over my face. "Unless you beg me. Will you beg me, amore?"

"In your dreams," I sneer, turning to face him, his lips nearly brushing my own.

He shakes his head, a smirk lifting those dirty lips. "As I have told you, bella, you are not a dream…"

"I'm a nightmare, yeah, I get it."

He licks my lips and pulls back just as Carmen arrives none the wiser.

We say our thank yous and goodbyes and then I grab Marcus's hand and drag him away.

"God, I could fucking kill him."

"Cara, it is obvious you want another taste of his cock."

"Marcus!"

"It is true is it not? I could cut the sexual tension with a knife. You were making my own cock hard."

"I hate you," I call over my shoulder, marching away from him, heading toward the studio.

"I love you, too, bella. Be a good girl, si?"

I ignore him and his chuckles and keep walking.

"Where is Aro?" I ask Jane when I walk into the studio.

"I don't know," she sneers. "Check his office."

"Bitch," I mumble under my breath.

Walking across the hall, I knock on his door before barging in. He's behind his desk, his glasses covered eyes on his computer screen. He doesn't look up at me which is disappointing and fucking expected.

I walk around asking, "What are you looking at?"

"You," he says.

I look at the screen and gasp. It is me, the night he fucked me against the glass window. My hair is hanging down my back, and I'm looking over my shoulder at the camera; at Aro, and you can see his come dripping down my leg.

It's not gross as one would think but, it's erotic.

My phone rings in my pocket, but I ignore it, my eyes staring at myself.

"You like it, no?"

"God, yes. It's beautiful, Aro."

He turns in his chair and pulls me onto his lap.

"How was your anniversary?" I ask, straddling him, rubbing myself against his thickening cock. "You ignored my texts all night. You must have been very busy."

"Si. Sulpicia was very hungry for my cock." He kisses my cheeks softly, his hand going up the back of my shirt and unsnapping my bra. He pulls the shirt over my head and I toss my bra onto his desk. "As hungry as you were for Edward's," he says heatedly. "Did you like the way he felt, amore?"

"Si," I breathe, spitefully, honestly.

He yanks my head back roughly and licks a path up my neck, biting my jaw before whispering. "Get on your knees, bellissima, so I can put my cock in your pretty mouth."

He releases my hair and widens his legs. I slide onto my knees and undo his pants, pulling his leaking cock out.

I lick my lips, look up into his dark eyes and do as he asks.