Chapter Eight

AN: Hey, just gonna try something and if it's good enough, I'll keep doing it.

DevilsWriter

Bella laid in the dark, trying to figure out how to get on Edward's good side. She already knew one way but it was the last way she wanted to go; do everything Edward told her to. She wasn't a puppet or a toy, she wasn't his slave so he couldn't treat her like one, she wouldn't let him.

Slowly, Bella's eyes started to get heavy and they drifted close.

In her dream, Bella was happy. She was living in a beautiful house with a beautiful garden where all kinds of flowers were growing.

Bella saw herself in her dream, busy in the kitchen, her belly swollen; she was pregnant. In her mind, Bella was begging to find out who she was married to but when a man entered the kitchen and kissed Bella fully on the lips, his hand going to her belly, all she could see was his back from the shoulders and down.

At least she knew he was going to be taller than her as he had to lean down to reach her lips.

She felt his against hers and they were soft, gentle yet demanding and powerful against hers.

Suddenly the image changed and she found herself in a beautiful bedroom with white walls, dark wooden floor and all the textiles in different shades of blue.

The man came into the room but she still couldn't see his face.

His lips found hers again but this time, his hand didn't go to her growing belly but to her breast. She couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips as his fingers brushed over her sensitive nipples.

"Does is feel good?" someone whispered in her ear and she moaned again when whoever it was pinched her nipples ever so slightly.

"I'll take that as a yes," his hand traveled down her body and she felt him cup her mound.

She moaned loudly and trusted her hips out.

Then it hit her; it wasn't a dream. A hand was actually cupping her mound and she did feel finger sleep between her moist lips, brushing over the sensitive bud hidden beneath.

Bella tried to shoot up in the bed but her bound hands pulled her.

"You can't run, Bella," Edward whispered in her ear and her eyes snapped open, meeting his green ones.

"Stop," she said with as much force she could, trying to pull away from him but he had her, had her good.

"Now, why would I do that?" he asked with a smirk as his fingers started their magic on her.

"Because I don't want to," she cried, managing to kick him as she trashed underneath him.

"Doesn't matter," he growled, pulling himself so close that he was lying on top of her.

She could feel him, hard, against her thigh and she swallowed hard when she found herself turned on by it but still, she didn't want it. Maybe her body wanted it but as long her mind didn't, it wasn't going to happen.

"Stop!" she yelled at him, trashing underneath him, tears forming in her eyes. "I don't want to!"

He huffed rolled off her before he got up and left her, again.

"Hey!" she called after him. "Don't leave me like this, you can't!" he hadn't bothered to pulled the covers over but left them in the end of the bed.

It doesn't take long before the heat Edward had created was gone and Bella found herself shivering as the room grew colder.

Her eyes became heavy but she was afraid to fall asleep, afraid that Edward could come back but at the same time she had a feeling that he would never do something she didn't want to do, that he only pretended to intimidate her.

Bella pushed every thought she had out of her head and forced herself to fall asleep.

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When Bella still hadn't come down till breakfast, Edward went up to look after her.

The first thing he had done when he woke up that morning was to untie her hands. He knew that tying her was a little drastic but he felt that he had to prove his point when he said that it would go unpunished. For the future though, he had to come up with something else, something that could perhaps earn her trust.

Bella had curled up on her side since he had untied her hands, her body getting a soft glow from the hall light. She stirred and he sat down next to her on the bed and watched her as she slowly uncurled herself and stretched her short but lean body.

Her small yet lush breasts moved slightly as she fell against the mattress again and he felt himself stir.

Bella felt rested and the soreness she had expected in her arms wasn't there. After stretching her body till the stiffness from sleep was gone, she turned on to her side, ready to sleep a little longer.

But a sweet mint cent filled her nose and she opened her eyes slowly. Her eyes met Edwards and took some time before her mind registered anything but as she felt a hand caress her breast, she leaped to her feet and pressed herself against the wall, wishing she could just go through it.

"Good morning sleepy head," Edward said with a smirk. "Aren't you a little cold?" he asked, gesturing to the fact that Bella was naked.

"Yes," she snapped, snatching the covers to wrap around her, to hide her nakedness.

"Naw, don't hide that beautiful body of yours," Edward pretended to pout.

"Fuck off," she snapped and walked out of the room, the bathroom her destination.

Edward followed her, chuckling as he did. He found it very amusing to watch an angry Bella as she found her underwear and clothes for the day. When she stomped past him, her clothes in her arms and the covers tightly around her chest, and threw the bathroom door close, he lost it and laughed till he had tears in his eyes.

Bella huffed and glared at herself in the mirror. He was the most arrogant and infuriating man she had ever met and she had met a few in her life. She didn't have much choice when she worked for Victoria.

After checking that the door was locked to make sure Edward wouldn't surprise her, Bella let the covers fall to the floor and stepped inside the spacious shower.

The rest of the day, Bella tried to ignore Edward, both because she didn't like him and wanted to piss him off but also because she just needed to focus on something else.

Outside, the sun was shining and she could almost see the colors of the leaves change colors. The light was changing, making everything look so idyllic. It made Bella want to live here and she even considered telling Edward that she was going to do this, marry him without him forcing her, just because she suddenly fell in love with the place, the trees and the light, everything about, everything she could see from the couch.

She managed to hold her tongue though, and kept reading her book, A perfect proposal by Katie Fford.

She was not going to rush herself further into the marriage. Once was more than enough.