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BPOV:

With livid tears blurring my vision, I walk toward our automobile with a heavy heart. I always knew my mother to be an immature and unreliable person, but I never knew her to be capable of something like this. She had set her sight on every man we would come across, but I had hoped that she would know my husband was off limits. She has crossed a line today, and I won't be able to ignore the complications which her narcissistic personality cause any longer. My mother has never felt like a nuisance to me until now.

Edward follows behind me, but is smart not to make a sound. I am livid with him as well. I can't believe he let her put her hand on him. She had a hand on his thigh and he made no attempt to move it. The fact that he denied her advances only softens the blow just enough for me not to scream at them both.

I throw myself into the passenger seat and yank the door shut. Edward slides into the driver's seat and turns on the car. We sit in an uncomfortable silence as the truth of what just happened looms over us. I'm angry at my husband, but toward my mother I feel pain and animosity.

"Bella…," he begins, but I cut him off. I'm too livid to listen to him.

"What the hell was she saying to you!" I burst. My breathing is erratic and I feel faint at the thought of any physical contact between my mother and my husband.

He looks at me as if he doesn't know what to say. He assesses me for a moment, trying to decipher how much I saw of them together, before finally answering me.

"Your mother came onto me," he says in a cold voice before pulling the car out onto the street.

Although I saw it with my own eyes, I don't want to believe it. "You didn't do anything to provoke it?"

Edward shoots me a look, that chills me to the bone. "Of course not! If I was interested in your mother, why would I have married you?"

I shake my head, too upset to see reason.

"You're under our protection as my wife. If I only cared about your welfare and if I were attracted to your mother, I could have married her instead of you. You still would have been protected, but as my step-daughter."

"Did you consider that?" I ask, finally calming down.

"No," he scoffs, seeming to be offended that I had even asked such a question. "I was too attracted to her daughter."

Well, now I'm really calming down.

"Why did you allow her to touch you then?" I just have to ask.

He gives me a dubious look and says, "Well Bella, I didn't think you would appreciate me shoving your mother around."

I laugh at his remark and relax against the passenger seat.

"If you married my mother I would have had to call you 'daddy'," I tease him, feeling playful now that my anger has subsided.

Edward smiles, easing up as well. "You can call me 'daddy' whenever you feel inclined, baby," he says with a wolfish grin.

The elephant in the room is forgotten, and it is just us once again. Teasing him is always a pleasant diversion, but I know I will have to confront my mother about what happened. She has wronged me before, but never like this. Today, I only want to forget.

"Well daddy, why don't you take me home and show me just how attracted you are to me," I tease him.

He rewards me with a roguish grin before turning the car around.

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My libido has been tumultuous since our return. I fell in love with sex as soon as I lost my virginity and my sexual appetite has grown ten times since then. The last few times we have been together it's been all about comfort. I wanted to find peace in his body after feeling lost and distressed. However, today my desires are fueled only by a passionate need to claim him. I want to make it perfectly clear to him that he is mine. He needs to know that he belongs to me.

What my mother did was out of line, but I will never know how many other women could proposition him when I'm not there. He needs to know who his body belongs to and I want him to know that with my body, he will want for nothing. I will give him every part of me, and he will give me every part of him. So I can possess him as he possesses me.

"Are you going to take me to bed daddy?"

I know he is, but I will take the chance to call him my 'daddy' every chance I get. I can tell Edward likes it, by how roughly he touches me, grabbing at every bit of exposed flesh he can until he finally rips my dress down the middle. I only have a moment to be shocked, before Edward hoists me into his arms and runs up the stairs to our room.

My breasts are bare and my dress is practically falling off by the time he reaches the top step. He watches my breasts jiggle as he walks down the hallway. Unable to resist, he bends down and takes one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking my bud hard until I can feel the sensation between my legs.

"Daddy," I moan, enjoying the sound of his new name falling from my lips. "Please, take me to bed. I need you."

I love the sound of my husband's moans. He always sounds like a wild animal trapped in a cage, just begging to be set free. Whenever he sounds like that, I know he will give my body exactly what it has been pleading for. Edward tosses me on the bed and rips off my dress in a single pull. I'm naked, except for a pair of ivory underwear. Edward licks his lips before yanking them down my legs and unbuckling his belt.

"Do you need daddy to make love to you, baby?" he asks with a dark smile as he pulls out his erection, which is throbbing and leaking with pre-cum as he pumps it a few slow times in his hand.

I lick my lips and sit up on the bed, wanting nothing more than his stiff penis in my mouth. Edward stops me before I can crawl toward him, and pushes me back down against the soft mattress. With a grin on his handsome face and heat in his emerald eyes, his finishes undressing before joining me on our bed.

His warm skin feels perfect against mine and I want to kiss every inch of it. "Please," I beseech him, "I need you. I need to feel you inside of me."

"Please what?" he questions, with a teasing grin as he reaches down to pinch my nipple.

"Please, daddy," I whisper before he crashes his lips against mine.

He tastes like menthol and licorice. He kisses me until I'm delirious and as I catch my breath, he continues down my neck until he is paying tribute to my breasts. I emit a frustrated moan. He's teasing me and denying me of what I truly want. I reach for his erection, and he grabs my hand, looking up from my breast with a wicked grin.

"If you want your daddy inside of you, you're going to have to be a good girl for me."

I pout, not caring one bit how childish I must look. I want to feel him and I'm tired of being denied. "I'll be your good girl."

He smiles at me and lines his throbbing erection up with my wet core, "Let's see if you can be a good girl for me."

He is inside of me in one harsh thrust and pounds into my core until I am screaming profanities and losing control of my body. He gives it to me just the way I had been begging for him to and I never want him to stop. I can practically feel him in the back of my throat and I know that it will be hard to walk tomorrow. Nonetheless, his pace continues to be unforgiving and when he senses that I am at the edge of my release, he plays with my clit until I come violently around him.

Edward continues his thrusting, searching for a release of his own. I want to watch his handsome face as he orgasms, I want to see that clenched jaw and the vein that throbs on his forehead every time he comes.

Grabbing onto his muscular bottom and feeling bold, I wickedly say, "Please Daddy, I want to feel your come inside of me."

"Fuck," he moans under his breath, before he bucks his hips against me, sending his cock even deeper into my depths.

"Please, Daddy. I've been your good girl. Please, let me watch you come."

With three more pumps and a load roar, I feel my husband's ejaculate fill me up. Our sweat mixes together and our scents become one as he lays his body on top of mine as soon as he is finished. The sound of his breathing relaxes me and I bask in the feeling of his warmth.

"Let me get you cleaned up, sweet girl," he says as he picks me up in his arms and carries me toward our bathroom.

After making love once in the bathtub and twice more in our bed, my husband is tired and falling asleep at my side. I wish I could say the same thing. With thoughts from this afternoon still in my head, my mind is once again reeling.

I look at the clock in our room and see that it's just past ten. I then look at my husband, to find him curled up at my side, out like a light. I would give him a kiss, but I don't want to wake him. I can't chance that for what I have planned. I need to confront my mother, while I have the courage to do so. I need to do this alone, and as much as I love my husband, I don't want him to interfere.

I won't allow my mother to do this to me. If she thinks she can have an affair with my husband, or even suggest such a thing, she has another thing coming. As quietly as I can, I slip out of bed, get dressed, and snag my husband's automobile keys before jogging downstairs. Mother's ex-husband taught me to drive before alcohol consumed his life, and I hope that knowledge holds true now that I need it.

I pray my mother is still awake, and ready for what is coming to her.