Chapter 12.

BPOV

The arrogant, smug asshole.

He knew I was going to cave.

At least that's what I kept telling myself as I lost myself in the kiss.

What started off as something rash and unemotional had escalated pretty quickly.

My legs were now straddled over his hips, and I could feel the bulge between his legs directly against my core. Not that these panties were helping any. I almost groaned in mortification at the thought. He could feel how wet I was for him.

The little shit.

Why did he have to be so fucking sexy?

Sitting there eating his food, making sounds as though he were in a bad porno flick. And asking to kiss me.

What.

The.

Fuck.

When my lips crashed against his, I could feel his surprise. Good.

God his lips were soft.

He got over his shock fast. His hands, I could feel them coming up to pull me into him. His tongue sneaking slowly into my mouth.

Oh my God.

His tongue was...magical. I wanted to feel it on other parts of my body.

His hands were caressing my side, down to my legs. Spreading them.

Yes.

That's how I ended up straddling the smug bastard.

I could feel his hips rotating slightly, grinding himself into me.

Felt so good.

My hands were tangled in his hair, needing more.

My stomach churned.

I hated him.

Still...I wanted him.

The throbbing between my legs, betraying me.

Traitor.

He pulled back suddenly, breaking the kiss. Startling me.

His expression more smug than before.

I wanted to punch him. So I did.

Relax, not in his face, although that would've been nice too. His face was too wonderful to mar. His shoulder did well enough.

"Ow!" he said rubbing his shoulder as I climbed off him. "What was that for?"

"You're a dick," I said yanking my shirt down over my exposed legs as much as I could.

"Been called worst," he said quietly making me look over at him.

That one sentence held so much anguish it made my heart pain. No. I wouldn't let myself be drawn in by him. He was a monster. Cruel and callous, who gets high and drunk, and rapes innocent girls.

I took a deep breath, to steady my breathing, which to my utter horror hadn't slowed down after we broke the kiss. And he? Of course he was cool and collected. Hadn't even broken a sweat.

I hate him.

I cursed and tugged at my hair. I needed to get out of this room.

"Get on the bed," I snapped at him.

"You can just lock..." he started.

"Get on the fucking bed!" I screamed. I didn't need him telling me what to do. I was in control here. Not him.

He looked at me warily and climbed onto the bed. I walked over to the bed and cuffed one hand to the bed, grabbing the other pair of handcuffs from my bag, I cuffed the other. Then I bound his legs.

"Good night Isabella," he said softly. Like a lover would.

I shuddered as I walked over to the door. I refused to answer him. I closed the door and locked it behind me, sinking to the ground.

I should never have kissed him.

I was letting him get to me.

I was in deep shit.

A/N: Yes. I know...mild disappointment here. Shh loves, I'll make it up to you. I don't want them just hopping into bed...I want this to be as realistic as possible. He raped her; you don't jump into bed with your rapist do you? Bella has a lot to let go before they can move forward. Jasper himself still has his demons to battle with, yet they will have a HEA. Thanks for reading. :) ~ Riney