What You Are

Chapter 11: My Justice

There was a real sense of fear that lingered there between them, a mire of emotion drained from the both of them, but it was Rosalie who stood as the major power, able to crush the other woman at a moment's notice.

In that, she could taste the reality in the salt of Bella's skin. What soft, perfect skin it was, too. A nip was all it would take, but her lips made the girl quake, and Rosalie liked that.

"You won't get away with this," Bella murmured.

"I never said I intended to," Rosalie said, another kiss planted on the hollow of the girl's throat. "I'm not that full of myself."

"You're full of something," Bella said snidely, pushing Rosalie away with force. "Don't touch me."

Rosalie, not paying any mind to the request, pushed back, kissing Bella on the lips. A hand reached out, slapping her, but she hardly felt it.

"I said don't touch me!"

Rosalie's fingers came up to rest at her cheek, and upraised eyebrow brow indicating confusion over fury. Bella was livid, but Rosalie, she was intrigued. Before long, a cocky smirk played across her lips. That smirk turned into a toothy grin, and beyond that something more sinister. Something nearing a sneer, but it was far too delighted for even that. Rosalie had to admit, Bella had a good right hook, an average human would have seen stars. For a vampire, it meant nothing. "Cute, but you'd have to do better."

Better at what, she didn't say, but as she grabbed Bella by the shoulders, her fingers dug painfully into tender living flesh. "Now listen here, we can do this my way, or your way. You resist, I'll snap your neck and fling you out of the building like a rag doll. Be a good girl, do as I say, and you may even enjoy yourself. Now what do you say?"

Bella gritted her teeth, trying to break Rosalie's hold, to no avail. What did she say? What could she say? Bella bit the inside of her cheek, coming to one simple conclusion, bitterly deicing that she was in too deep, and some part of her liked that thrill. That was the worst part of all. She knew she could have shouted for help, made enough racket, and people would have come running.

A small part of her though, really didn't want to, and she found her answer didn't change. "I'd say you're out of your mind."

Rosalie grinned, wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue as she leaned in, capturing Bella's with hers. Rough and wanting, affording the woman at her mercy no question as to her intent as she violently gripped and twisted the fabric of Bella's nightgown, ripping it, and tearing it away. "That… That might be true, but I promise you that when I'm done with you, you will be too."