A/N: Okay, I totally didn't get my plan accomplished. I am really sorry but life caught up and has sucked quite a bit right now. Anyway, I'm back and hopefully this chapter is up to your standards. Plus, there's a brief Edward interlude.
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Bella POV
I followed swiftly behind Luca as he led me through the long winding hallways. I memorized the path quickly in case I needed an escape. Several flights of stairs and twenty minutes later, we stopped in front of a large wooden door. Luca turned to face me.
"These are my quarters. You may go wherever you like, do what you please. However, do not, under any circumstances, leave this wing of the building." His eyes became grave as he looked at me with his hypnotic stare. His dark eyes were so alluring, they should be considered dangerous.
He took me by the hand and led me inside. It appeared that the Volturi money had been put to good use. The suite was lavishly furnished and the high window bathed the room in sunlight. The cream-colored carpet was thick and soft. A small fire was going in the fire place. He dragged me up the stairs and opened a door that led into a rather large room. A small room off to the side told me that it was a bathroom, and a nice one at that.
Luca dropped my hand and turned around. "Isabella, this is your room. You will sleep here every night unless otherwise instructed. The bathroom to your right is all yours. Your clothes and necessities have already been brought up and taken care of. I hope you find everything to your liking." He smiled at me, kissing me lightly on the cheek before heading to the door. "I am the third door on the left should you need anything. I will be gone until seven this evening. You will dine with me downstairs. Be there and dressed appropriately at that time. Good bye, Isabella." With that, he left, leaving me to my own devices.
Edward POV
I don't think I have a choice anymore. My body is screaming at me to give up and I'm more than willing to listen at this point.
I couldn't even find the strength to pull my tattered blanket over me to keep me warm. I tried to curl into a ball but the pain was too much to bear. Not the physical pain; I could live with that. But the emotional pain from what I caused, for being responsible for Liliana's death, was overwhelming.
I sobbed until my eyes became sore and dry, all my tears spent.
I lay on my mattress and, for the first time since I had been in this hell, I wanted to die.
Bella POV
I dug through my closet until I found a nice little black dress. I showered and dressed, putting on my make-up. Slipping on my black heels, I deemed my appearance acceptable and headed downstairs at five to seven.
I had spent the day exploring this vast suite, poking my head into rooms to peer at its contents. Nothing really caught my eye until I came to what I assumed was Luca's room. I tried to turn the handle but found it locked. I easily could have picked the lock, but I didn't need him to find out and become suspicious of me right off the bat.
I was staring placidly out the window, enjoying the view when I heard the door open behind me. His soft footfalls became louder as he approached. He stopped behind me, sweeping the hair off my shoulder and placing soft kisses along my neck and shoulder, stopping just below my ear. His warm breath tickled as he spoke.
"Come, my dear. Now we eat."
He took my hand and led me into the small dining room where a beautiful meal was laid out on the table before us, complete with candles and wine. He stepped around the table, pulling out my chair for me. I couldn't deny it; his manners were impeccable.
We ate in silence, each sneaking glances at each other as we ate. The food was divine and so was the company. I was having a hard time remembering what I was doing. It was hard to believe that this man was a member of one of the deadliest terrorist groups in the world.
When he stood, I pushed my plate away and went to stand. He appeared beside me and held out his hand which I took. He led me upstairs and kept walking until we reached his bedroom. He pulled a key out of his pocket and unlocked the door. He smiled and ushered me inside.
The room was huge and lavishly decorated. The large ornate bed in the center was covered in a blood red quilt, a striking contrast from the black wood frame. Luca flipped a switch and the lamps around the room glowed with life. I walked in further, taking in my surroundings.
Luca came behind me once again and began planting kisses along my neck like earlier. His voice was husky and full of lust when he spoke, sending chills up my spine.
"Isabella, you are mine tonight."
He spun me around and held my face in his hands. Slowly, he came closer and brushed his lips against mine. They were soft and warm and I craved more. He obliged. He pressed his firmly against mine, slowly and sensually.
I pushed back, loving the feeling. The response triggered something in him. His mouth moved roughly against mine and he wrapped an arm around my waist, bringing me closer to his body. I could feel the muscles tighten in his chest and I kissed back with vigor.
His tongue darted out and ran along my bottom lip, asking for entrance which I accepted. He tasted like mint and the wine we had for dinner. He pushed against me harder and ground his hips against mine. I could feel his length pressed against me so I shifted my hips slightly. He hissed in pleasure, releasing my mouth.
His hands slid up my back and loosened the ties for my dress. He pulled the zipper down and I shimmied out of it, letting pool on the floor. With nimble fingers, I swiftly unbuttoned his shirt, sliding it off of his shoulders. We kicked off our shoes before lunging at each other again.
He lifted me up and wrapped my legs around his waist as he moved towards the bed. I felt the softness envelope me as he scooted us up so I could rest my head on the pillow. I pulled my legs away and tugged on his belt, undoing it and his pants. He shoved them down to his feet and kicked them off. I could see his erection straining against the fabric of his boxer briefs, begging to be released.
He lowered his head to the pulse point on my neck and sucked. He ground his hips against mine again, creating a delicious friction between us. My arousal was prominent now, the wetness soaking my panties through. He felt it and moved again, making us both moan in pleasure.
His began kissing lower and lower, past my collar bone down into the valley between my breasts. His hands snaked behind me and unclasped my bra. He pulled it roughly from my body, exposing me to him. His mouth returned to mine as he palmed them, running his thumbs over the hardened peaks. I moaned into his mouth and he did it again.
He pulled away, leaving me gasping for air. His head bent down and his mouth replaced one of his hands. I gripped his sheets, my head thrown back as he continued his assault with his mouth and ground his hips harder. He switched to my other breast, lavishing it with the same attention as the other.
His hand trailed its way down the side of my body, his fingers trailing over the waistband of my panties. I felt him start to pull them down when the phone next to his bed rang.
He grumbled and reached for the phone. He answered and started speaking in rapid Italian. His face changed from frustration to anger as he ended the conversation and hung up. He rubbed his eyes before looking at me. He eased his body off of mine before sliding off the bed. He held out his hand to me and helped me up. He crossed the room and came back holding a soft black bathrobe that he slid onto me. Scooping me up into his arms, he carried me to my room.
He opened the door and walked over to my bed, placing me down on top of the covers. He brushed the hair away from my face and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead.
"Good night, my Belle. Pleasant dreams." He turned and walked out of my room, shutting off the lights. I laid there, my mind reeling.
I sighed and rolled over, breathing in Luca's scent. His cologne smelt wonderful. I smiled in contentment before realizing I was making a mistake. I groaned. This was not going well.
How am I supposed to rescue a man who looks like a Greek god while being with such a mesmerizing man?
I am so fucked.
A/N: I'm sorry if this was short but next chapter, I haven't quite decided if I want to actually have Bella and Luca to completely get together or if I want to get rid of him.
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-Truth in the Moon