Edward.
"No," I said, turning to face her.
"Please, Edward, be reasonable here. There is no need for us to be together anymore. There is nothing that you can gain from it," she said
Every step I took towards her, she squirmed away, crawling further and further up the bed until her back bumped against the headboard. I climbed up after her. She was trapped between the headboard and me and she knew there was no escape.
I was sick of this game she was playing, tired of it. She had no idea who she was dealing with. She had no idea what I was capable of for that matter, or what he father was actually involved in.
She thought she could walk away from this, from me simply because Charlie was dead? She was about to have one hell of a shock then.
"You seem to have a problem understanding things, amor. Funny how compliant you were when your father was around. Do not think anything has changed," I warned.
She swallowed the lump in her throat. I had to hand it to her, she was holding herself well. She looked me dead in the eyes.
"I do not want to marry you and you can't make me," she spoke with confidence.
I let out a small chuckle, thinking she was cute right now. Thinking that she could simply walk away.
Before she could utter another word, I wrapped my hand around her neck and forced her down on the bed.
"I can make you do whatever I want, amor, and you are going to be a good girl and do as I say and say 'yes sir.'"
"Edward, please," she begged, trying to pry my fingers from around her neck.
"Now be a good girl, go have a shower and get into bed."