S Meyer, as always owns all the characters in Twilight –still not mine!

I'm sorry but this is quite a short chapter today. I want to keep updating every day, but early this morning my dad unexpectedly died. Burying myself in this story is helping tremendously as it takes my mind off things. But I do feel I'm in a bit of a dark place at the moment. I'll still keep it coming even if it's a little tear-stained!

Chapter 10

EPOV

Bella continued to look shell-shocked as she turned to look at me. I could scarcely meet her huge brown eyes as tears pooled in them

"You've destroyed my life! "she stated flatly. "You've kidnapped me and humiliated me. Fuck it, why did you even cross my path? Why couldn't you have picked on somebody else? Why me?" I could see the anger building in her eyes. And quite honestly I couldn't blame her.

I had indeed fucked up her life. That old Cullen luck had rubbed off on her and I'd pulled her down with me.

The TV suddenly showed a picture of a dark haired, tired looking man with a moustache.

Bella gasped and turned back fully to the screen now sobbing. "That's my dad!" she exclaimed. I turned the sound up.

"Well Chief Swan, have you any comment to make regarding the involvement of your daughter with the infamous Edward Cullen?" a reporter could be heard to ask.

Bella's father looked directly into the camera. His face filled the screen.

"If those men did see my daughter with the escaped prisoner Cullen, then I truly believe there must be a good reason for it – and there is. My daughter has disappeared and the authorities are searching for her even now. I believe she has been kidnapped and held against her will. Possibly she may have been with Cullen, but if she was then he was the kidnapper and she has been coerced and forced into helping him. Before now I can categorically state that Bella has never had any contact with Edward Cullen and I see no reason why she would aid him in any way." He added with finality as the screen faded.

Turning the TV off, I turned Bella towards me and folded her into my arms. She sobbed, her head barely reaching my chest. She felt so tiny and vulnerable as I raised her chin so she could look into my eyes.

"Bella," I said. "I am so sorry that I got you into this mess. I never intended that they link us together in any way other than as kidnapper and kidnapped. It's my fault, everything is my fault and I've got to find some way to make it up to you." I almost felt like crying myself.

She gazed up at me. All I could think was of how beautiful she looked even with eyes swollen from her tears.

"You don't understand," she said, "I'll never be allowed to teach again. No school would consider employing me even if I could prove that I was innocent. Who would want me after me being associated with a known felon?"

My heart contracted in my chest as she called me a felon. She noticed my flinch.

"No, no." she said. "I know you aren't guilty, but in the eyes of the world you are and that will be all that'll counts with most people."

Again, I felt unutterably sad. I held her closer.

Without thought or intent I leaned down and placed my lips on hers, really meaning only to comfort her. I was startled by the spark of electricity which seemed to jump between us. Bella obviously felt it too as our lips touched. Eyes widening, she opened her lips to me.

Plundering her mouth and at the same time feeling the same mounting excitement as I'd felt at the truck stop, I pulled her even closer. I could feel her breasts push against me and I almost lost it when I felt her move against me. God she was hot!

"Too many clothes," I said as I pushed her back against one of the huge windows in the lounge, the mountains outside making a spectacular backdrop. I tugged at the long jumper she was wearing, finally removing it when she raised her arms.

Holy shit, I could see her nipples dark against the white material of her blouse. She had no bra on! How hot was that? My arousal strained against the fabric of my pants. Her firm, pert breasts fitted perfectly into my hands and she groaned as I squeezed them gently. That nearly finished me before I'd even begun.

I started to unbutton her blouse, kissing and nuzzling the soft,creamy skin which I revealed inch by inch. I latched onto her right nipple sucking and tugging at it. Releasing the rosy tip I blew on it, watching fascinated as the nipple pebbled and hardened. Turning my attention to her other breast and giving it the same careful attention, I carefully tugged the blouse from her shoulders and dropped it onto the floor. God she was gorgeous. Semi naked now, she pushed against me and I ground into her.

Still too many clothes! I found her mouth once more and we kissed, desperately tangling our tongues together. My hands found the zipper on her trousers. Pulling it down, I nearly came as I felt naked, warm skin and no panties! Desperate now, I leaned down to push off the trousers, my hands caressing and stroking her hot flesh as it was revealed.

Finally, pressed up against the cold window I could see her naked body. There was something so sexy, so arousing seeing her completely nude while I was still fully dressed that I couldn't hold it in any longer. With one thrust I came!

Oh shit! I hadn't done that since I was a randy teenager. I'd come in my pants! I hadn't even managed to get undressed! What kind of lover was I?

Embarrassed now, I held Bella, not daring to look her in the face. Where was the sophisticated and careful lover? I hadn't even touched her properly. I should now keep on going and get her off by licking and fingering her, but I just couldn't. I couldn't face her. My humiliation was complete. What would she think of me?

"It's okay, Edward," a small voice spoke into my chest. She could obviously tell I was dying of mortification.

BPOV

I couldn't believe I'd let Edward Cullen strip me of my clothes and practically make love to me up against the window. How had I let him remove everything I was wearing while he was still fully dressed? God that was so sexy and I'd never felt anything like it!

I'd responded to his kissing me without thought, acting purely on instinct. I'd never been in this position with any man and it was exhilarating. To feel his kisses and caresses on every inch of my exposed skin was even better than anything my imagination had conjured up the years. I'd often tried to imagine what it would be like to be with a man, but the reality far outstripped anything I could make up in my head. The fact he was one of the sexiest men on the planet was just an added bonus.

His touch was mesmeric and I simply couldn't get enough of him.

Suddenly he stiffened, stopped, and went red in the face.

He didn't look at me. I didn't have a clue about what had just happened. Why did he stop? What had I done?

"It's okay, Edward," I said.

I tried to think it through, to understand just what had happened. He obviously didn't find me attractive enough to keep him going. Perhaps if I'd have been a movie starlet like the women he was used to, instead of plain old Bella Swan he'd have carried on and I, at last could have found out what making love meant.

Or, perhaps it was because he'd been in prison for five years. Perhaps any female would have done to relieve his sexual tension? I had just happened to be available.

Pulling away from him I quickly picked up my discarded clothes and put them back on, without even glancing in his direction.

When I was once again fully dressed I felt I could talk to him without feeling like a fool.

Edward had still not said a word. What was the matter with him?

"Edward," I began to speak. "Edward, I'm not quite sure what just happened but I want you to know that it was not your fault. Any man in your position would find it difficult to make love to me. After five years in prison I understand that you needed a woman desperately and that any woman would do and it's just unfortunate for you that I was the one you ended up with here. I know I am just not attractive enough for you."

The silence in the room grew. I could feel the atmosphere change and cool as Edward finally looked at me. He looked absolutely furious.

"Are you telling me that you just let me almost fuck you out of pity?" he demanded.

"No," I replied, "Not out of pity, but out of need. You needed a woman because you've just got out of prison and haven't had any female company in all that time. You had to be sexually frustrated and I happened to be the only one around. I'm not up to your usual standards I'm sure, but I was happy to help you out."

Oops, that didn't come out right. I was finding it increasingly difficult to say exactly what I meant and it was obvious I wasn't getting through to him.

"Let me tell you." He ground out. "I have never been in need of a pity fuck and I'm not about to start now. I thought you were enjoying yourself, but now I know what you really think, I'm beyond being humiliated. You think I'm no better than an animal that's been locked up and now has now been let loose. You don't want me except as some charity case and you have decided that I don't really want you. Apparently I'm only capable of using you as a receptacle for my uncontrollable lust. Well in actual fact, my lust has never been uncontrollable and don't worry I won't be bothering you again."

He went slamming out of the room in the direction of his bedroom.

Thoroughly angry at my ability to firmly place my foot in my mouth I headed for my bedroom.

Climbing into the huge bed I felt exhausted once more. Edward Cullen wasn't the only one feeling angry. He had kidnapped me, taken me away from my friends and family and now he didn't even want me when I was completely willing and naked!

God help the two of us.

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