It seems I have returned. Perhaps it's best we just commence with the next chapter.


Isabella's Point Of View

It was difficult to give my last patient of the day my full attention. That and I had also had to deal with an awkward set of eyes upon my neck. My hair did nothing to divert attention from the mark and my blood boiled at the audacity of Edward's behaviour. It was hypocritical, claiming that he had been harassed at work and yet he had treated me in the same manner. The only difference being, I was a somewhat willing participant.

When I finally got home, Edward was standing by my front door. Waiting patiently.

"Isabella," He greeted, his lean frame relaxing against the wall.

"Yes?" I snapped, eyes not meeting his as I searched for my keys.

"We are going to discuss what happened earlier, correct?"

"Earlier?"

He snorted at this, before brushing his thumb beneath my hair and over my bruised neck.

"Yes, earlier,"

"Of course, we can talk about how inappropriate it was," I pulled away from his hand and pushed open into my apartment.

Edward followed.

"It didn't feel inappropriate," He mused.

I removed my jacket and situated myself at the kitchen table. Edward's eyes seemed to sparkle at this, as if he could sense that I didn't trust myself on any cushioned furniture with him.

He pulled up a chair and sat poised.

"Isabella-"

"This is unprofessional,"

"Of course," He chuckled.

"It's going to be very difficult to hide,"

"Why would you want to hide it?" He feigned confusion.

"My work is very important to me Edward,"

"That's understandable,"

"Little stunts like this are becoming tiresome,"

"Your denial is what's tiresome about this situation,"

"It's tiresome for me to want to maintain boundaries between myself and my patients?"

"I think we've evolved from the confinements of a doctor/patient relationship,"

"We have?"

"If you're blemished skin is anything to go by,"

"That was an unprovoked attack,"

He laughed at this, head thrown back and all. It was rather beautiful.

"I'm glad you find this so humorous Edward," My tone was clipped.

"I think you're playing games now Isabella," He leaned forward across the table, elbows resting in front of him.

"I think it's quite the opposite,"

"I've made it very clear about what I want,"

I pondered for a moment. Perhaps he were right.

"Yes, yes you have,"

"Brush your hair to the side,"

"What?"

"I want to see it,"

I barked out a dry laugh.

"Do you get off on this?"

His features darkened momentarily. As if asking 'What do you think?'.

"Brush your hair to the side,"

I shook my head, a petulant no.

"I won't tell you again,"

"No,"

He was up then. Leaning over the small, round table, hand fisting in my hair, forcefully pulling upwards.

A slight hiss escaped my lips, the sharp pain burning my scalp.

"That's better," He mumbled, palm flat against my neck, pressing into the bruised surface.

I breathed out, his hand cool against my overheated skin.

He stood there silently, unmoving, hand on my flesh, before it began its decent.

His nimble fingers came into contact once again with the buttons of my blouse. He stroked their vertical formation with his index finger, a slow dragging motion.

My cheeks were flushed and my neck was still strained at an angle which made his every feature visible to me. His eyes watched his own actions, his lips jutting outwards.

I felt as he began to loosen the first button.

I opened my mouth to protest but his voice silenced me.

"I'm not going to do anything Isabella, I just want to look at you,"

I swallowed loudly, and watched as the corners of his mouth twitched upwards.

The second followed in pursuit, and he stopped briefly to stroke the, no doubt flamed, flesh he had revealed.

His expression was stoic, but his tongue was running its tip along his bottom lip. His eyes met mine for a second, dark as hell.

His attention returned to my blouse. I shifted my head in an attempt to see how much of myself was on display, but his grip on my hair tightened, keeping my face angled upwards.

The rustle indicated a third button was open and though I was thoroughly aroused, I was anxious as to what was going to happen after Edward had 'looked at me'.

His hands seemed to stop after button four. My midriff was still hidden beneath fabric, but I could feel the prickle of air against my breasts and ribs.

"Stand up," He ordered curtly, meeting my eye once again. It took me a moment to comprehend his imperative and he gave me quick tug in warning.

I rose with his hand still in my hair, his back no doubt sore from having to bend.

He rounded the table, closing the short distance between us. His hand finally releasing my hair, pushing it behind my shoulders.

His arms rested at his sides, and he looked my flesh, bare before him.

"So pretty,"

It was quiet and left me confused as to whether he's talking about me or the material of my bra.

He stood there simply looking for what seemed to be a very long time.

He raised a hand, before casting a glance at my face and returned it to where it was.

We communicated with our eyes for a moment, and it was almost as if he was uncertain. That he needed my permission before he could place his hands on me again.

And this annoyed me, because it contradicted his self-assured personality and explained to me that this arrogant exterior was both a façade and the truth. Because Edward is broken and this was how he coped, and it angered me because I didn't want to be another of many women and yet somehow this felt different.

So I took his palm in my own, guided it to my cheek, and he brushed the pad of his thumb along my chapped lips. My tongue peaked out, licking them in an attempt to present them with moisture, and meets his thumb temporarily before caging itself back in my mouth.

Edward didn't seem to appreciate this though, and his fore finger and thumb pried top lip from bottom.

Those fingers pressed firmly down onto the muscle, physically silencing me.

It took all my strength not to bite down roughly, provide an example of his earlier molestations of my neck.

He pulled away from my mouth, sensing the danger, gifting me with a small smile.

And after another moment of uncertainty, his soft fingertips stroked at the upper material of my bra, following the edge of the cup.

I pressed forwards against his ghosting movements, and embarrassment claimed me, my head lowering.

"It's okay Isabella," He whispered reassuringly, tracing circular patterns lightly onto my covered breasts.

A tear trickled, lonely down my cheek. Fell onto Edward's hand.

He looked up, confusion written into the furrow of his brow.

"Do you want me to stop Isabella?" He asked.

And I didn't, I was simply trying to keep my evidential arousal at bay.

I shook my head no, but he removed his hands from me anyway.

I reached out to grasp at them, hold them.

"I'm sorry Isabella,"

And I knew it was for his addiction.

"I'm being greedy," And presented to me is broken Edward.

Twisted, broken Edward.

"You deserve better than this," It's whispered, full of sincerity.

"I want you Edward," And I knew it was what he had been waiting to hear for a while now.

But his head shook.

"No you don't,"

And for a moment my mind couldn't decipher whether or not it were being manipulated.

"Yes, yes I do,"

"Not when I'm like this,"

His hands pulled themselves from mine and began fastening each button.

"I thought this was what you wanted,"

"It is," His eyes met mine and he continued. "But I like you Isabella, really like you,"

"I like you too,"

"No you don't understand, I haven't liked someone like this in years, and it frightens me,"

"Edward,"

"I don't want to hurt you,"

"Edward listen to me,"

"No, don't you get it? I'm afraid, afraid that if that part of me gets what it wants from you, those other feeling will disappear,"

"It doesn't work like that Edward,"

"It does for addiction,"

His eyes shone, and he blinked repeatedly as if trying to keep his formation.

We stared at each other, silence hovering like a cloud dread. What exactly was this?

"I'm sorry," He apologised again.

"I'm sorry," I echoed his apology.

"I'm going to leave," He informed, creating distance between us.

"No," I snapped abruptly, shocking him. "You don't get to do that,"

"Leave?"

I ignored his question, reached towards him and kissed his unmoving lips.

He made no move to place his hands on me, nor return my movements.

"Edward please," I murmured against him, feeling deflated. Ready to beg again.

I pressed again, lips moving slowly. Gingerly over his own.

Still he remained statuesque.

"Please," I spoke into his mouth.

I pushed my tongue over his lips, into his warm mouth. My hands on his upper back, gripping him to me as I moved my breasts against his chest.

And it was as if his stillness was even worse than rejection.

My tongue ran free, and I was at my lowest peak. Thrown so deep into the darkness that I didn't care what he thought of me anymore. I just wanted to taste him.

And while he made no attempt to reciprocate, his lower region betrayed him. And I felt his erection digging into the pit of my stomach.

And I felt guilty. As if I'd just proven him right. His body would always deceive him.

I stopped my ministrations.

The shame etched into my skin.

"Are you happy now?" He all but sneered, his large hands clamping around my wrists, holding them in a painful embrace.

I was rendered speechless by my own actions.

"Fix it," His tone sharp.

My inability to form words lengthened after the instruction had left his mouth.

His face was a mixture of fury, arousal and disgust.

"I-I don't understand,"

"No?," His voice mocked me.

He shoved my hands down to the waistband of his jeans.

"Seeing as you're so desperate," He bit

My hands shook, trembled as I fumbled with his belt buckle, the clank of metal against metal illuminating the silent room.

And perhaps Edward was surprised that I was actually complying. Though I didn't dare risk meeting his eyes to find out whether or not that were true.

The button was easier, fiddly, but there was no noise and that was comforting.

I didn't let my mind comprehend what I were about to do. And of my own accord.

I pinched the zipper between my fingers. Held it for a moment, the option of backing out glowing in the darkened room.

And that probably would've been the wise choice.

I pulled it down, one smooth motion, and Edward sighed slightly at the small amount of release.

I looked down at where my hands lay. His erection still hidden from view.

I braved it and looked up his face. His eyes were open but refused to come into contact with mine. And that hurt.

What was this going to achieve exactly?

And then I thought of Edward, and how much he probably needed this. And that was enough for me to push aside the guilt and grasp the top of his jeans, delicately peeling them down his upper thighs.

His underwear caught alongside them and with both garments lowered he was exposed to me.

I examined him. I'd never seen a penis in such a way before. Erect.

He was circumcised, large in length and girth. Almost intimidating. Oddly beautiful.

His breathing was shallow and rang loud in my ear.

We were close again, his face a few centimetres from my neck.

I watched as my hand, slowly, quivering, reached his erection. Only to hover over it slightly.

My thumb brushing over his head, slick with moisture, which I circled over the tip.

Edward's hands were on me then, on my hips, gripping tightly. And I could tell it was taking him all he had not to push roughly into my small hand.

It were wrapped properly around his length, even smaller now that it were holding onto something so large.

And I squeezed, lightly, because it were all so alien to me, but it felt nice, comforting somehow.

I stroked him, my grip tight. His breath hitting my neck.

It took me a moment to realise that the low guttural sounds belonged to Edward.

But I continued with a slow place, tightened hand around him. Thumb fingering his head ever so often.

I could feel the pulsating and then Edward's mouth sucked hard on my already bruised neck.

I cried out, momentarily gripping him ever so tightly causing him to buck against my palm.

And I had never seen nor heard Edward like this, he was beautiful and terrifying. And it only made me more aroused.

I reached his base, fingertips stroking his testicles. Testicles that felt solid and strained.

He sucked on my neck with vigour and when I squeezed each one in a massaging manner, his mouth detached and he moaned against my skin.

Perhaps he were close. I didn't know.

So I continued with my stroking, faster, applied more heat.

And my arm actually hurt. And I thought that maybe Edward was lasting so long as a punishment.

So I continued, because perhaps I deserved to be punished.

And then his teeth broke the skin on my neck and without warning he came into my hand. Thick streams of semen pooled into my palm.

And I stepped back after he were done. His body limping slightly. I reached up, using my clean hand to touch my neck, to find it bleeding lightly.

And there was no look of apology on Edward's face. In fact it were rather blank.

His cum had begun drying in my hand and I suddenly felt awkward. I wanted to taste him, but felt a flush of embarrassment at the prospect of him seeing that.

So I just closed my palm tightly.

Edward stood there for a moment, before correcting his clothing.

I desperately needed to see my neck, to clean my hand, and furthermost to be alone.

Away from this beautiful man.

"Show me your hand," He muttered.

But I kept it closed at my side.

"Seriously Isabella?" And his tone made it clear he was in no mood for games.

I opened it before him.

He stared at his own semen.

"It seems a waste," He concluded.

And I were confused as to what he meant by that.

There were to be no explanations, and Edward left my apartment abruptly.

After a moment of standing there in the darkness, I couldn't help but wonder.

Were I one of them?


I'm not overly thrilled with this chapter. Reading it actually kind of makes me sad and disappointed for some reason. Even though there's nothing visibly wrong with it. Maybe it's just been that kind of day. Anyway, this was a super-fast update (in my eyes) so you've got give credit where credit is due. I would really appreciate reviews (like any author) because I haven't been getting that many and that results in me kind of losing, well kind of losing it really. So thanks to everyone who has reviewed. I hope this chapter isn't too much of a let-down, but it needed to be done.