A/N: My chapter. I suggest listening to Tom Waits' Lie to Me for this chapter, it's like the God of amazing songs.

Edward's soft emerald eyes were searing above me. I'd never seen them like this before. A glimpse or two every now and then was nothing compared to being on the receiving end. The way he looked down through those dark lower lashes, his intent stare set on my watery eyes, my heart did this strange little jump..Edward's soft emerald eyes were searing above me. I'd never seen them like this before. A glimpse or two every now and then was nothing compared to being on the receiving end. The way he looked down through those dark lower lashes, his intent stare set on my watery eyes, my heart did this strange little jump.

Instead of speaking, his eyes closed softly and his tense muscles slackened. His straight shoulders became hunched and he looked like he was in pain. I preferred the stressed Edward to this hurt one.

His dark lashes rested on his cheeks and I could hear the deep breaths he was taking. I expected a more… emotional reaction.

I had presumed he would start yelling at me and ask me what in the world I was asking him, maybe even call me some unfounded names. I wished he would yell at me, any outburst would be better than waiting on this uncomfortable wool floor and staring up at a completely stoic man. This wasn't supposed to happen.

The other side of my brain had hoped for some emotional outpour, one where he might actually open up and tell me himself of the first hand atrocities that were pitted against him. I wanted him to open up and tell me how he felt when he first found out the woman he thought he loved was cheating with someone who rivaled his family.

More than anything I wanted him to tell me about his parents, the very ones that no one mentioned other than in passing. My curiosity was burning at the prospect of finding out this mystery. I wanted every detail about the people who he was born from. And if he shed a tear, I wanted my shoulder to be the one he leant on.

Instead he opened his eyes a fraction on an inch and peered down at me. His mouth went tight and his stance became ridged. I saw his fists ball and then he turned his back on me.

I think my heart feel into my stomach, and all the breath in my lungs was let out in a loud whoosh.

"A servant," he murmured, his back still facing away from me. "You, to me, are no more than a servant."

"But before…"

"It was an accident, Isabella. You said yourself it would be best not to do it again. It will not happen, I promise you that."

"You—"

"No, more." He paced to the door and threw it open before slamming it shut.

I could only stare after him. What had just happened? Here I thought there was so much unsaid, so much that I was feeling, and it was nothing… nothing at all..

Tears welled pathetically in my eyes, but I refused to cry over some arrogant, pigheaded man. I willed them not to fall, but with the irrational sadness came pain and frustration. My anger elicited fiery tears in the stead of my emotions.

He had used me, thrown me around as a ragdoll, played with me as a puppet. He used his position as my master to control and manipulate me, taking away my precious God Given Gift, and walked away as though nothing at all had happened.

My nails dug into my palms and my heart beat sped. How dare he? A man with such high stature, a man who was regarded with an immaculate countenance had been nothing more—if not worse—than a slave owner or a factory worker. I thought I would be safe here, but I was so wrong.

My legs were unsteady as I stood up. My stubbornness became enflamed with fury that made me blind to my own actions, and so I ran after him.

Other maids passed by me, looking on with confusion. Jessica and Lauren were sitting in two chairs by the kitchen, both looking at me with hateful glances. I couldn't be bothered, I had a goal.

I took the stairs two at a time, passing the regal crowning of the perfect marble steps. The railing was silk beneath my fingers but all this passed in a blur. I slipped on the floor more than my fair share of times, but I continued on..

The closer I came to his room, the more my heart laid in wait in my stomach. I was going to throw up at any moment. My jaw trembled dangerously, but I clenched it tightly, I was tired of being the victim.

His door was closed, and when I turned the fine knob, it was locked. Frustratedly, I kicked and punched at the door. I was sure I had bruised myself in several places, but at the moment, my blind fury was certain of murder if nothing more..

There was loud banging beyond the door and then a loud click of the lock before Edward forced the door out the way, the hinges creaking loudly in protest. His dark green eyes were shaded by his brow, and he had never looked so beautiful than at this moment.

My stomach pulsed and sank, forcing my heart into my loins. And while I stood in silence, my heavy breathing and burning hate slowly started to disintegrate.

What did I do now that I had reached my objective? If I pulled hard enough would the doorknob break off? I could throw it at his head, or better yet, lower. Maybe I could smash the basin over his head and throw his body out the window. No, he'd be too heavy.

Was I really contemplating murder?

His hands suddenly shot out, drawing me from my thoughts smothering him with a pillow.. His long fingers dug into my hips as he pushed me back into the wall. My head snapped back and hit the wood before I could think about what had just happened.

Edward's lips touched my throat, his hot heavy breath washing over my neck and chest. A hot blush forced its unwelcome way to my face.

"I don't want to play these games."

"No one's playing any games. It's all in your delirious head." I snapped.

"No, it is you who plays these games." He pulled back and looked down at me. "You come to my home, you do not treat me with respect, and you blatantly ignore my orders. You seduce me without heed and then you become unfoundedly angry."

"I'm not doing any of that! It is you! Don't place blame on someone who doesn't deserve it. I was content not being anywhere near you, and then you pull me into your murky bathtub and tell me you must have me."

"I must!" He hissed, his lips forcing themselves on mine. As angry as I was, the feeling of his waist grinding into me made my coherent angry thoughts slip away.

His lips went to my neck and I gasped when his teeth dragged down to my collarbone. "Bastard!"

"Wench!" He replied.

In no time I was thrown onto his bed. He dug in his pocket before pulling out a knife.. My blood ran cold. He was going to kill me!

I'd pushed him too far and now his crazy emotions were tangled together, making him mad. He neared me and I backed up away from him. Before I fell off the edge of the bed, he grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to him.

My chest pressed tightly against him before he slid the knife from my neck to my dress' hem. The ripping sound of fabric followed in its wake. Next, I felt the tie that I pulled my hair back with snap and the ribbon fluttered to the mattress I was sitting on.

"I am in absolutely no mood to play, Isabella. I will not stop, no matter how much you beg." He paused for a minute to rip my dress and chemise from my body..

His eyes raked over me and I pushed my arms over my chest to cover myself. I glared at him, but he only grinned at me. Disgusting pig.

The knife dropped to his side and pulled his shirt off. My body overheated at each muscle that was revealed. Dear God! He had the build of a statue, as though his pale skin was carved by the hands of master themselves.

In no time at all, he slid his pants off and I closed my eyes. No, no, no… I had to hold my ground.

He turned around quickly, I heard the muffled carpet under his steps, and I peeked to see if he had decided to leave. But that would be too easy. Instead, I saw his perfectly round backside with a dimple in the right cheek. I snorted and covered my mouth.

He locked the door quickly, pushing the small couch in front of it. At least he'd learned his lesson from last time.

When he turned around, he was exposed in all his naked glory. I couldn't stop my staring, and he seemed to only encourage it by the way he paraded himself around.. Rushing liquid heat coated my thighs; it was sticky when I rubbed them together.

I felt morbidly disgusted. This man—this bastard—had said a few words, acted with his body, and here I was ready to be his whore. My fists clenched in the sheet beneath me and I wrapped it around me quickly.

"I won't be made a fool of." I yelled at him.

"You won't be a fool."

"You can lie all you like, but if being your personal servant requires that I be no more than a common prostitute I'd rather you ship me off to a factory right now."

"That can be arranged, Isabella." I gaped and my heart stopped short. "I wasn't at all serious!"

"Then don't say that!" His eyes went wide and he crossed his arms over his chest..

"You seemed all too eager before, have you changed your mind."

"I'm not a whore."

"I know that,"

"Than stop treating me like one!" I yelled, exasperatedly.

"I am not treating you as a whore. I would never treat any woman as a whore. I find myself attracted to you physically as I do mentally. The small things you say, the way you quote without knowledge from Genesis or other literature fascinates me intellectually as it does physically. Have you not figured this out already?"

I blanched; I had not seen this coming at all. He found me mentally stimulating? I had never gone to a good school, only other workers from the fields had taught me the logistics of writing and reading, and then I worked it for my own.

Edward, who had probably attended some pristine school, found me intelligent enough to keep my company? I flushed and looked down.

His words flittered through my head, I find myself attracted to you physically… The bed sank beside me and his lips touched the shell of my ear. His panting breath sent another surge through my body.

I would look into everything later. I was distracted by his hands that were gliding down my bare torso, twisting the sheet away from me. Once his hand touched my thigh, he moved it between my soaked legs. I gasped loudly as he cupped me, my juiced drenched his hand.

"You're not a whore…" he whispered. "But I want you so badly…" His hips brushed along my leg and I could feel him, so hard, hot and pulsing. My whole body shuddered.

"Un…" I mumbled, his finger tracing around me, slipping over each wet muscle and playing me like an instrument. And then he slipped in.

His whole finger went inside me until his knuckles hit me. The feeling was spectacular. Inside me, he wiggled his finger, making a pulsing vibration swim through me. I gasped and panted unashamed, little whimpers escaped me, but the sound seemed so natural.

"This is just the beginning." His husky voice panted to me

In an instant he had me bent over. My reaction was anything but what I'd expected. More pooling came from me, the position I was in, on my hands and knees, forced dripping to my knees. My eyes shut, oh God no, this couldn't be happening.

He was behind me then, his body looming over me, every nerve in me lit up and screamed. I could feel his hand skim from my lower back to my shoulder blades, moving my wild hair to one side.

And then he bent over me, his chest pressed tightly against my back. It was intimate to be with him like this. His gentle caresses were driving me wild.. The erotic whispers in my ear brought me to the edge of begging him to just go, to just slip in not ever stop.

"You're trembling," His hand moved from my throat to my breast where he gave a squeeze before sliding down my stomach and resting between my legs. "Is this what you want?"

"Y—" I swallowed hard, my voice was quivering horribly. "G—God, yes… pl—please…"

"Finally," he muttered to himself. I didn't think I was supposed to hear the pure relief in his voice, but his fingers pushed into me, stretching and widening me before I felt him. All of him.

This was the single most erotic thing I had ever experience, or probably would ever experience. As soon as he was all the way in—forcing himself into me, I was too tight for comfort—he began a slow pulse that had us both gasping for breath.

His chest was pressed fully against me, his lips between my neck and shoulder, and his hand holding himself up right next to where mine were planted.

There were no words, absolutely no words to describe the sheer sensations that ran through me. The way was positioned and slowly rocked; he hit my sweetest most sensitive spot with each inward thrust.

My arms bowed in no time. I screamed mercilessly into the pillow beneath me. Tears sprung in my eyes and I was absolutely sobbing pleasure. Screams that would sound like terror to anyone else were incredible whales of erotic pleasure that had me thrusting my hips back into his.

My knees were shaking and before I fell, Edward slipping out of me a little, he latched onto my hips and forced me harder than ever into him.

He was next to me, his face buried deeply into my shoulder. Nonsensical noises erupted from him without heed and he let loosed completely. He was moving faster and wildly, frantic pants leaving his mouth and all I could do was pray for relief from this awesome spectacular ride.

And then he hit it. My hips moved up and his fingers moved in front of me, rubbing tight and rough circles around me. My stomach fell out completely, I bucked my hips wildly at him, and he moved with one last amazingly hard thrust.

My vision positively blacked out for a moment. There was no panic, absolutely no panic. I would gladly go blind to have experienced that. My body shook violently and I could feel my juices pouring out from me.

And then there was Edward, he thrusted wildly and stilled completely before I felt a warm explosion deep inside of me. It was the most rewarding thing.

The loud panting beside me was blurred as I felt my eyes roll back into my head. It was the best thing I'd ever felt, him still buried deep inside of me, unmoving and hot.

"…—bella …Isabella! Isabella, I swear if you don't get up…" Edward's voice was panicked and I groaned loudly.

"Hmm?" I mumbled, my voice was hoarse.

"Jesus, you scared the life out of me." The way he suddenly shifted I could feel that he was now beside me. I was on my side, my back to his chest and he was… still inside me. I blushed and turned to look at him.

"I'm sorry… I couldn't help it."

His eyes closed and he nodded. The side of his mouth twitched and one side went higher than the other. He looked so peaceful, so beautiful.

"That was the single most incredible thing I've ever felt." He murmured, his right hand rested on my hip before he slowly pulled out of me. I bit my lip, not willing myself to make a peep at the loss.

"Have you felt… others like it?" I mumbled. He stiffened behind me, his hand retracting from my hip and he sat up.

I turned around to see him getting dressed. I'd offended him, it was just like me to ruin a heaven sent moment and send it to hell.

"I didn't mean—"

"It's fine," he cut me off. "There was someone before, but she's gone, and I wouldn't want her back even if she could come back." He looked at the clock on the wall and then handed me the sheet that had fallen to the floor. "Lunch will be served in a few minutes and then I have to run into town with Jasper. Meet in the library parlour two hours after dinner. I won't be back until then."

I nodded absently and jumped when I heard the lunch bell ring. Edward went down before me, allowing me to dress in peace. I tied a maroon ribbon around my neck instead of a high necked frock and followed his lead.

A/N: I'm taking a cold shower.

I love this lemon, when I wrote it I was trembling, which is a reaction that I rarely have unless I'm thinking of Carlise in a doctor's coat... mmm...

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