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CHAPTER 16
I barely slept that night. My heart was pounding against my rib cage with such force that sleep evaded me; so I spent the night lying on my back, staring at the ceiling in lust-filled gaze.
Flittering between elation and a deep-set dread that nothing would change between Edward and I, I wondered for hours if he would act as though nothing had happened between us and remain cold towards me. And if he did so, how would I deal with it?
My mind conjured all sorts of negative scenarios as I played through them and prepared myself for most behavioural outcomes of our evening together in a vain attempt to be prepared, but even though most conclusions in my mind were far from positive, I couldn't help but feel hopeful. For the first time in a long time, I felt... happy.
After all, he had opened up to me and we had held a real conversation. Just the two of us and that had to count for something.
But then maybe I was a little too optimistic, considering who it was I was dealing with.
Deciding that staring at the ceiling was getting me nowhere and growing more frustrated with myself and my overactive mind, I moved towards the bay window as the sun started to rise, wrapping myself in the soft plush bathrobe as I stood up.
Chicago was beautiful at this time of the day and my eyes were drawn to the distant city skyline as the sun cast an amber hue over the tall buildings and the birds started to wake, singing their dawn chorus over the streets below. Slowly, the world around me outside came to life and I watched on, smiling softly as the joggers, dog walkers and early morning commuters went about their day. It was a bittersweet sight for I had no idea if my life would ever be that normal again. Would I ever be able to leave for work without looking over my shoulder? Would I ever be able to have a family and drop them off at school without a second thought of their safety, or mine?
It was a strange revelation.
Truthfully, I had no idea if my current predicament would ever blow over and if it did, what would happen to me then? I'd go on my merry way, find a job, find another apartment and never feel the need to look back on my life... But that would be a life without Edward, because a life with Edward would never be that simple. True, my only experience of organised crime was built on the Hollywood portrayal -vast movie sets, visual effects and dramatic flare. My experience within these walls had been completely different, filled with pain, punishment, cruelty and fear. No amount of expensive properties and extravagant cars could counteract the negativity I had encountered over the past couple of weeks and as I sat. Looking out on to life below, life outside this house -normal life- I was filled with dread of what was to come and overwhelming sadness that if I was to choose Edward, if he would allow me, I'd need to sacrifice all that I considered to be regular life.
I would never be the girl that, upon noticing it was a sunny day, could shimmy in to a summer dress and walk around Lincoln Park for hours on end enjoying the serene freedom. And my only hope of such a chance would be to leave this world behind me, leave Edward behind me and hope that those people who wanted me, forgot about my existence.
It was at that point I realised I had been crying, silently.
The bedroom door opened but I didn't dare to look, relinquishing my privacy alongside my freedom.
"Fuck, Bella... What's wrong?"
I sniffed, wiping my eyes quickly with my fingertips and turned to face him, Edward. The best I could do was shake my head and smile softly at him as he knelt in front of me, meeting my eyes and looking as worried as I'd ever seen him look.
"Nothing," I croaked, not wanting to seem worried or weak in front of him, even though I had clearly been crying. I was stronger than this.
His eyes remained soft and concerned as he looked at me and for a while I wondered if I could air my insecurities but quickly decided that I wasn't quite brave enough for that yet, I wasn't ready for the possibility that he'd walk away from me.
He exhaled through his nose and his shoulders slumped. "I thought we had got past this," he whispered, his eyes no longer meeting mine and instead looking at a small plain box he held in his hand.
"What?" I questioned.
"This stubborn communication issue we seem to have," he stated, still not meeting my eyes.
"We have, Edward," I reassured him, moving to stand in front of him but not daring to touch him. I wasn't sure how much liberty I could take with his personal space, too apprehensive to push him and cause him to withdraw.
"Yet you won't tell me why you're upset," he stated -more to himself than to me.
"It's nothing," I tried to placate him, "just stupid really."
"Then tell me." He finally raised his head so our eyes met as we stood a couple of feet apart in the large room. The pleading tone of his voice almost reduced me to more tears as I looked back at him, his eyes urging me to speak. He looked vulnerable for the first time.
I sighed, giving in and relinquishing my stubbornness.
"I was watching everyone outside," I shrugged. "I realised that I couldn't do that anymore. I can't just be carefree and enjoy a walk in the fresh air, go shopping or be... normal." By the end of my confession, my voice was no more than a whisper as I looked longingly towards the window. "It just overwhelmed me for a minute," I continued, not daring to look at him.
"God, Bella. I'm sorry-" he started before I cut him off.
"Don't apologise, it's not your fault," I smiled gently. "Not completely, anyway," My smile turning to a smirk at my latter statement, trying my best to lighten the heavy mood.
In a way, it was the truth, the fault wasn't all his. If his men had been more vigilant on the rooftop that fateful day, I wouldn't have witnessed a murder. If I hadn't witnessed the murder, I would never have met Edward and for that, I couldn't be truly sorry.
"It is though, isn't it?" He sighed, taking a step towards me, finally and my smirk remained in place as a small smile played at the corner of his beautiful mouth.
"Maybe a little," I teased, pinching my fingers together in front of his face and scrunching my nose, my smirk remaining firmly set in place as his hand reached up to hold my wrist gently.
"Well," he quipped back, lowering my wrist, "you really shouldn't hide in cars in abandoned parking lots."
Despite myself, I sniggered at his teasing tone as he stepped closer to me again and before I could stop myself, I raised my head to meet his lips now he was close enough.
As always, it took no time at all for our kiss to gather more fire and heat as we stood in the middle of the room, all insecurities and negative thoughts flew out of the window as soon as I felt him reciprocate the kiss, deepening it and growling quietly under his breath as he pushed his body against mine, backing me up towards the window seat, my hands grasping his elbows to steady myself.
I allowed him to turn us around, our lips remaining joined, tongues entwined as he guided us, slowing lowering himself on to the window seat and leaning back so I could straddle his hips, my hands moving to his hair and pulling lightly on the ends. The growl that left his mouth as I pulled on his hair, causing his head to lull back against my touch, spurred me and turned me on like never before and I broke our kiss, moving my lips to his exposed throat, nipping at the soft stubbled skin and his hands grabbed my waist, pulling me flush against him. His arousal was clear as day against my bare core, the bathrobe I was wearing doing nothing but alighting a deeper fire within me as I ground my hips against Edward's, the back of his head thudding against the window as he moaned at the friction between our bodies.
A small strangled noise from the other side of the room broke me from my lustful daze and I reluctantly removed my lips from Edward's throat to figure out what it was. Both of our gazes moved to the other side of the room, towards the door and the noise that had ruined our moment and met with Christine. She looked pissed, yet her furious glare was targeted at me. Only me.
"Breakfast, miss Swan," she practically spat, throwing the tray of food she held on to the bed before turning on her heel and storming from the room, slamming the door behind her. I sat in stunned silence wondering why the hell she felt the need to be so rude.
I jumped a little at the snort that left Edward's mouth, he clearly wasn't phased that Christine had caught us dry-humping each other and I couldn't help but giggle as I looked between us both and our hormonal teenage resemblance.
"She really hates you," he smirked as my eyes met his.
"Yeah, thanks to you," I muttered, rolling my eyes and unwrapping my legs from around his waist to stand up.
"Hey..." he whined childishly at the loss of contact between us and I swatted his hands out of the way as he tried to grab my hips again.
"I need to pee," I scolded, making my way towards the bathroom.
"And I need a cold shower," he grumbled back, his playful smirk counteracting the cold tone he tried to lace in to his tone.
After finishing in the bathroom, I walked out and smiled at Edward laying in my bed, eating the toast Christine had brought up to my room.
"Just making sure she hasn't poisoned it," he joked as I walked over to the bed.
"What's that?" I asked, diverting the subject from Christine to the small box he had now abandoned on my bed beside him.
"The Morning After Pill... We got a bit carried away last night and eh, well...you know," he mumbled, studying the last remaining piece of his toast a little too thoroughly.
"Oh." I hadn't even given protection a thought last night, stupid girl that I was. "Good thinking," I nodded, taking the small box and staring at it before accepting the small glass of orange juice he handed me, opening the packaging and swallowing the small yellow pill.
"Are you coming to the club tonight?" He asked randomly after finishing the last of his toast.
"Again?"
"It's Saturday night, Bella. The busiest one."
"Will Rose and Alice be going?" I questioned, taking a seat next to his sprawled body on the bed.
"I have no idea," he shrugged, watching me as I took a slice of toast.
"Well then, what will I do there?" Surely he didn't expect me to walk around on my own all night.
"You could always keep me occupied," he smirked, his intentions far from hidden.
"Ha, you think so, do you?" I teased back, taking a bite of my toast to distract my wondering thoughts away from the possibilities of the many ways I'd like to keep him occupied.
"Well..." he started, bringing his face closer to mine as I narrowed my eyes, trying not to forget about my toast and focus on the close proximity of his body. "My office is quite large..." his lips were ghosting mine, so close I could feel his breath. "I have an amazing large desk..." I whined as his mouth teased me, refusing to meet my own and my head was filled with images of what we could do on that desk. "It's very sturdy. I can only imagine what we could do... what I could do to you"-
"Okay!" I almost screamed before kissing him so hard our teeth clashed together and he laughed against my lips in triumph over the wanton mess he had turned me in to. He quickly took charge, pushing me backwards on to the bed, taking my slice of toast from my hand and throwing it over his shoulder before crawling over me, his hands gliding over my hips, further up my body and undoing the strap of my rope, baring all of me to him.
I moved my hands upwards to tangle in to his soft, messy hair as his mouth found my throat and he began licking and teasing the sensitive skin. Deciding brave Bella was coming out to play this morning, I moved my hands slowly from his hair, down his chest and to his pants, lightly scratching my fingernails over the fabric covering his evident bulge. He groaned and pushed his erection towards me, silently pleading for more contact.
Moving my hands back to his chest, I pushed him upwards in to a sitting position and he looked at my quizzically. Grinning mischievously, I moved so that I was sitting in front of him and started to unbuckle his belt and pants. His eyes kept contact with my own as he lifted his hips slightly, allowing me to push has pants and boxers past his hips, his arousal and need sprung free and a hiss escaped his lips as I took his solid length in to my hand.
"Shit, Bella," he hissed through his clenched teeth as I began working my hand up and down his length, my pace purposely slow as my thumb flirted with the head of his cock, spreading the bead of pre-come that leaked from his tip. "You don't need to... God," he stopped himself speaking and I giggled at his inability to form a sentence in that moment. His head fell back and his eyes closed in pleasure as I stroked him, his breath leaving him a shallow pants.
"Fuuuck," he groaned, his obvious pleasure spurring me on, his hands gripping at the bed sheets to keep himself upright.
With a smile and a quick lap of my tongue up his throat from his collarbone, I lowered my head and licked him from the base of his cock, to the tip and he hissed again, his head snapping up to look down at me.
Silently, I moved my mouth over his length, hollowing my cheeks and moaning as I took as much of him as I could in to my mouth, the noise vibrating over him and causing him to curse under his breath, his jaw remaining clenched and his eyes never leaving me. I worked my mouth over him slowly, my hand working the length my mouth couldn't fit and my tongue lapping and swirling in sync with my movements.
"Bella, baby... you need to...stop...now. I'm going to... shit, I'm going to come" He panted, one of his hands finding my shoulder as he gently tried to push me off of him.
I shook my head, continuing my assault on him, I wanted to taste all of him. Deciding to help him finish, I lightly grazed my teeth up his length, my tongue working it's magic on him, teasingly up his shaft and I mentally patted myself on the back as he swore under his breath, thrust a couple of times upwards in to my mouth and released himself in to the back of my throat.
After making sure I lapped up every last bit of his release, I gave one final lick of his now-sensitive, twitching cock and lifted my head from him.
His eyes were heavy and lust-filled, his breaths leaving his body in shallow pants as I lifted myself so my face was mere centimetres from his.
"Fuck, Bella. That was... wow." His chest was heaving as he fought for control of his body.
"You called me, baby," I smirked, teasing the pet name. It wasn't something I ever imagined I'd hear fall from his lips.
"What?" His eyebrows knitted together in confusion at my statement.
"Just then," I reiterated, "you called me baby."
"And what?" He snapped, more defensive than harsh. He obviously didn't think I'd pick up on it.
"Nothing," I shrugged. "It was nice."
He visibly relaxed before pulling me towards him and kissing me deeply.
"Thank you."
"For what?" I questioned. Surely he wasn't thanking me for oral sex.
"For just making my day a hell of a lot better." He smirked again before returning to kissing me, breaking off much too soon for my liking. "I'll make sure to show you how thankful I am tonight, when you get to the club."
"I won't be arriving with you?" I questioned, deflating a little.
"No, I need to go now. I have a lot of work to do before we open tonight." He kissed my nose lightly. "I'll have Emmett pick you up at nine and drive you over."
"Okay," I sighed, sounding rather whiny.
"Bella, don't be like that. I would take you with me now but we both know I wouldn't get any work done."
I giggled and looked up at him, biting my lower lip as he moved from the bed. It was true, I couldn't keep my hands off him. He buttoned his pants before leaning down, freeing my lip from between my teeth with his thumb and looking at me deeply.
"I have to go," he whispered, his thumb softly rubbing along my bottom lip.
"Yeah, I need a shower." I smiled.
"Yes, you really do," he joked, expertly dodging my hand as I playfully swatted at his upper arm, a melodic laugh leaving his mouth as he moved. He was stealthy, taking me by surprise as he almost leapt back on to the bed, grabbing my hands and pinning them above my head and I fell backwards, squealing at his playfulness as he straddled me.
"I..." he kissed me softly on the mouth, pulling away before I could reciprocate. "Will see you..." he continued, licking my bottom lip as I groaned, begging for more. "Tonight." He finished, taking my bottom lip between his teeth, sucking on it lightly. He quickly sent a sexy wink in my direction and jumped off the bed, grabbing his suit jacket from the floor and swiftly exiting the room, leaving me panting on the bed.
Teasing, beautiful, arrogant bastard.
I spent most of the day in the bathroom, pampering myself. I wanted to be pretty for Edward tonight, I wanted to feel worthy of him as we walked through the club.
I finally settled on a turquoise flowing dress that sat mid-thigh in length. It was deeper cut at the bust than I preferred, but the loose sweeping sleeves gave it the classy edge that counteracted my cleavage; I chose a pair of nude expensive looking heels, pinned half my hair back off my face and brushed light, natural makeup on to my face, darkening the makeup on my eyes a little to give my overall look an evening appeal.
Once I was finished and ready, I noticed that I still had 45 minutes to kill before Emmett was due to pick me up. I sighed, wondering how I was going to fill my time. This would usually be the moment I started pre-drinking to take the edge off leaving the house completely sober.
So, figuring that there must be some form of alcohol within the house, I opened my bedroom door, peered in to the corridor and upon noticing no one was around, made my way towards the kitchen. It made sense that there would be alcohol in the kitchen and I didn't quite feel relaxed enough to enter Edward's office without him. I doubt he left it unlocked anyway and it's the only place I knew for sure had alcohol.
Upon finding the large kitchen again, I quickly spotted Caius sitting at the sizeable solid oak table eating a sandwich.
"Hey," I greeted him, smiling as I walked to stand directly across the table from him.
"Hi Bella, how are you?" He asked, smiling politely back at me. "You look great," he added, his boyish charm reflected his sweet intentions and sufficiently complimented me without any worry or doubt as to his objective.
"Thank you," I matched his smile. "Um, Caius, you don't happen to know if there's any alcohol around?" I quickly glanced around the large space, not seeing anything that I was looking for.
"Are you kidding?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and sniggering a little as I looked back it him, shaking my head. "The boss keeps a whole cellar stocked downstairs with wine."
I raised an eyebrow, hoping for directions before he jumped up quickly, abandoning his sandwich.
"I'll go get you some," he smiled. "Red or white?"
"White, please," I answered. "I'd like to see the end of my night."
He laughed at my joke before nodding and leaving the room. It was true, red wine, although my favourite wine to enjoy, was a little too much for me on most occasions. I scowled remembering a few of the blurry evenings I had subject myself and my friends to in the past -all thanks to red wine.
I made my way to the table, taking a seat and drumming my fingers on the smooth surface as I waited, taking in the details of the room and thinking about the wine cellar Caius had mentioned. Of course Edward had a wine cellar. I wondered what his cellar looked like, how big it was and if Edward knew anything about wine. I bet he's a secret connoisseur and I smiled, internally rolling my eyes. Of course he was.
Show off.
"Miss Swan."
I turned towards the door and the cold greeting that was thrown my way.
"Christine," I nodded back, narrowing my eyes as she entered the room. Her presence recently never failing to bring my defences up.
Thankfully, Caius chose that moment to glide back in to the room and I smiled brightly, grateful for his interruption. He placed the expensive looking wine in front of me, fetched me a glass from a far off cupboard and proceeded to uncork it for me.
"Thank you so much," I grinned as he filled my glass.
"No problem," he responded. "Have a great night, Bella." And with that, he was gone.
I liked Caius. He never failed to put me at ease and he was so polite and calm. What on earth he was doing in this line of work, stumped me.
"Going somewhere?" Christine's voice interrupted.
I took a sip of my wine, stalling and quashing my first instinct to respond sarcastically.
No, I just wanted to sit in an empty house, all dressed up with nowhere to go and drink a bottle of wine, You rude old bitch.
"The club," I finally spoke, looking anywhere but at her.
She worked her way around the kitchen, clearing up after Caius and the silence was excruciating.
"Look, Christine," I sighed, "I have no idea what I've done to both you and Jane but if it has anything to do with Edward, it's a little childish don't you think?"
That made her stop dead in her tracks. The glass she seemed to be polishing came in to contact with the counter as she brought her hand down angrily.
"Childish?" She enquired, her voice raising a few octaves but I nodded anyway. It was the truth. "You think trying to do what is best by yourself and your only child, is childish?" She seethed.
Confusion took over my face as I sipped my wine again, trying my best not to chug the whole glass.
"I'm not following." Despite myself, I couldn't figure out what it was she was trying to say.
"No, you wouldn't, would you?" She continued, her narrow eyes glaring at me across the room. "Because you don't want to," she continued, "Jane worked tirelessly for Edward's affection, always trying to please him and catch his attention so that she could make a perfect life for both of us and live out the sexual fantasies she always had about Edward"-
"Whoa," I interjected, shocked at her words and her lack of boundaries. "Don't you think talking of your daughter's sexual fantasies is a bit...weird?"
"No, Miss Swan, I do not!" She almost screamed at me, my eyebrows shooting up in surprise as I finished my glass of wine in two large gulps. "Jane deserves him!" She continued, "she wants him more than you do and she's worked harder to impress him-"
"What about what Edward wants?" I interrupted, refilling my glass and trying to remain calm. "Doesn't that count?"
"I know he wants her too!" Her voice continued to echo through the room and I was thankful no one else seemed to be around. "He's just a little infatuated with the new girl, it'll pass." She stood routed to the spot, he chest heaving as she took deep breaths and if she wasn't so clearly insane, I'd have worried for her health. She was trying to scare me.
"You're deluded," I stated calmly. "You both are." I snorted, taking another large sip of my alcohol. She didn't scare me, not physically. It was clear that the sweet old lady I had met upon my entry to this house had disappeared and instead, in her place stood an awful sinister old wench.
"We'll see..." she whispered and her tone caused the hair on the back of my neck to stand on end and apprehension twisted in my gut. She was planning something and that scared me.
"There you are, Bells!" Emmett's voice boomed in to the room and I sighed in relief.
I looked from Christine to Emmett as he stood leaning against the wall in the doorway, his arms and ankles crossed, his smile glistening in my direction.
"You good to go, princess?" He beamed, completely ignoring Christine's presence. "Edward will mount my balls on the wall if I keep his girl away from him any longer than needs be."
I noticed Christine visibly stiffen from the corner of my eye at Emmett's words and I smiled a little in to my glass, nodding at Emmett.
"Is it okay if I finish this on the way?" I asked, rising from my seat and shaking the half finished bottle in his direction.
"Hey, it's your liver," he snorted, before righting himself and disappearing through the door and down the hallway.
We walked in comfortable silence through the house as I sipped on my drink, straight out of the bottle, needing it after my conversation with a certain older woman.
"Is this yours?" I asked, laughing as I pointed to the car waiting for us, the engine still running. It was an obnoxious deep matte black Hummer and it was so Emmett.
"Is it that obvious?" He laughed, removing the bottle of wine from my grasp as he helped me in to the car, before handing it back to me once I was secured.
"It's just very...you," I giggled as he jumped in the driver's side and closed the door.
"I have three," he winked, pulling out of the vast driveway.
"Three?"
"Different colors though." I laughed at his attempt to defend himself.
"But the same car," I smiled, trying my hardest not to laugh at him. Most men would die for one of these cars, yet Emmett had three.
"Hey, you've seen Masen's car choices, don't be dissing mine!" The false hurt in his voice made me snigger.
"Touché" I laughed, taking another gulp of my wine. He was right, of course. The one car of Edward's I had seen probably cost more than all three of Emmett's cars combined and it was ludicrous.
"So, you and Edward huh?" I groaned at his question, rolling my eyes as he raised an ayebrow in my direction, trying to hold back his smirk.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I did my best to feign interest as I spoke in to the wine bottle, suddenly feeling the urge to drink every last drop of it, quickly.
"You can't bullshit me, girl," he teased as I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. "That guy has had the biggest fucking cheeser on his face all day."
I raised my eyebrow at him in question.
"If I didn't know any better," he continued, elbowing me playfully, " I'd think he was planning something really fucking twisted and brutal. Underworld domination, or something like that. But he already has that so... he got some." He shrugged at his last few words as though it was the most obvious conclusion.
I looked at him shocked, my eyes widening and it caused him to laugh out loud.
"It was a joke, Bells." He continued to laugh. "A really really bad joke, I admit. But I'm right, aren't I?"
I couldn't help but smile as Emmett laughed at his own joke.
"I didn't say a word, Emmett."
"Yeah, well. You didn't exactly deny it, sweet cheeks." He continued to tease. "I'm a fucking genius. I'm telling ya, if I wasn't so fucked up, I'd make a shit hot detective."
At that, I snorted.
"A real modest one too," I laughed.
My wine was almost finished when we pulled up to the club and instead of parking outside, Emmett drove down an alleyway to the side and continued on to a car park at the rear of the building. He parked quickly, exiting the car and jogging around to open my door for me, acting the gentleman.
I laughed as we walked away and he exaggerated a flick of his wrist over his shoulder, the Hummer bleeping loudly and the lights flashing as he locked the car. He was such a show off, but in true Emmett fashion, it was endearing. He quickly linked our arms, removed the empty wine bottle from my hand and handed it to a shorter younger man who stood aside and opened the back door of the club for us.
The staircase that was revealed in front of us was dark and wooden, the walls painted a deep blood red and the hand rails were a shining gold. It was very flashy for the back entrance.
"This is the part of the club not many people get the pleasure of seeing," Emmett spoke as we ascended the stairs.
"What part is it, exactly?" I asked, not too sure I wanted to know the answer.
"Administration, mainly." He winked, noting my apprehension. "Edward's, mine and Jasper's offices, the vault, security offices... blah, blah, blah."
I nodded as we reached the top of the stairs, a wide luxurious corridor sprawling itself before us. It resembled the decor of an expensive hotel, the furnishings and decor softening a little in contrast to the harsh deep colours of the staircase. Warm colors and dark wood were still the main focus, but there was a lot more greenery in this hallway and I smiled, knowing that Alice probably had a hand in the foliage choices.
"Here you go." Emmett turned my towards a deep mahogany door at the far end of the corridor, before bending slightly and placing a soft kiss to my cheek.
"Thanks for the ride," I smiled as he waved me off before I turned to the door and knocked lightly. Taking a chance, I turned the door handle and walked quietly inside. The wine making me braver than usual.
My jaw hit the floor when I took in the sight before me and Edward smiled, ushering me inside the room from where he sat, behind a large desk. The desk. I visibly gulped as I took him in and he sent me a knowing smirk, he knew exactly where my mind went upon entering this room and his gaze was almost daring as he looked me over, head to toe. I noticed his smirk falter a little and his eyes darken. He was on the phone, his elbow propped on the desk, his hand playing with a pen, no doubt trying to distract his hands, in case they wandered...
He was so beautiful, so perfect and my heart thudded in my chest as I slowly walked towards him, his eyes never leaving mine and his breath becoming more and more shallow the closer I got.
I eyed his crisp, perfectly white shirt as his gaze burned in to my face. The seat he had started to squirm in, was large black leather and looked comfortable. I smiled, biting my bottom lip as I approached him, marvelling at his grace and the fact he managed to remain coherent to the person on the phone.
His sheer beauty took my breath away, his perfectly messy hair begged to be touched and tugged, his expensive looking shirt unbuttoned just enough to give me a glimpse of his collarbone and begged me to lick at the exposed flesh. His eyes met mine, the green piercing through me as he took deep shallow breaths through his nose and his long, achingly beautiful fingers continued to play with the pen as he sat back, in to his chair, regarding me fully as I stopped in front of him.
I couldn't help myself, I kept quiet as not to interrupt his phone call and sat on the edge of his desk, removing my heels and placing one of my feet on his chair, between his legs. His eyes narrowed as he looked at my foot before glaring at me silently, a warning. But I was feeling brave and playful. I moved my foot closer to the obvious bulge in his pants, his eyes widening when he realised what I was doing. Slowly, my toes made contact with the bulge and I grazed them over his evident arousal, he took one shaky breath inwards and grabbed my ankle, softly yet forcefully and I fought to hold back a laugh.
Slowly I removed my foot from his chair and he visibly relaxed as he spoke on the phone. I couldn't pay attention to what he was saying, I didn't care. Instead, I moved my whole body and shifted so I was straddling his hips. I was playing with fire and loving it, watching on as she shifted backwards a little again, keeping his narrowed eyes on me the whole time, but shifting himself so I could sit more comfortably -he wanted this.
I brought my face to his and his eyes fluttered closed, ghosting my lips over his, triumphantly applauding myself when his mouth opened, welcoming my kiss. But I dipped my head instead, taking his earlobe between my teeth, my fingernails scratching lightly at his chest as I worked my lips downwards, over his neck, to his throat. His breathing became more and more laboured as I worked his skin with my mouth, grinding my hips against his.
"I, um...yeah. Sounds...good." he started to stammer and I smiled against his skin as my hips worked their magic, crotch to crotch and his free hand dropped the pen he was firmly gripping before grabbing my waist and holding me in place against him. "I'm fine, Carlisle. Just... god. Tired...I guess."
His free hand tried to push me away but it was obvious he wasn't trying too hard. I playfully grabbed the hand he was using to weakly stop my attempts of seducing him and took his index finger in to my mouth, watching his eyes widen as I worked my tongue along his digit. I sucked on it before torturously slowly, releasing it from my mouth and placing it on the inside of my thigh, very close to where I wanted it the most.
"Carlisle, I need to call you back." He didn't even wait for an answer before he abruptly hung up on the caller and almost threw his phone on the desk behind us. "You..." he seethed playfully, grabbing my hips with both his free hands and holding me too him, "are in trouble." He growled and hoisted me in to the air, quickly throwing me backwards on the desk and if I wasn't so aroused by his strength and forcefulness, it would probably have been painful. But it was hot, so very hot and I moaned at the contact my back made against the wood. He stood quickly, placing his body between my legs and pushed his solid erection against my aching core -all smugness I had at causing this reaction from him quickly disappeared and my head fell back against the desk as he pushed his bulge against my wet aching arousal.
"God, Edward... I need you... now." I was practically panting, needing to feel him as hands snaked their way up my bare thighs towards my aching centre.
He lowered his head to mine, whispering in to my ear, the gruff tone of his voice sending shivers up my spine.
"What do you want me to do, Bella?" He asked seductively, refusing to touch me further until I answered, my hands gripped the desk as the heat of his upper body and it's proximity to mine almost burned me.
"Fuck me," I practically growled, tearing my hands away from the death grip they held on the desk and reaching towards his immaculately black dress pants. Fumbling to undo the button and the zipper, I almost screamed as he bit my neck, it was raw, rough and I was fucking desperate for it.
His smirk on my neck quickly disappeared as I won the battle with his pants and his erection sprung free, taking his throbbing length in to my hand and squeezing gently.
"Fuck," he hissed, pushing his hips forwards after a beat, urging my hand to move against him.
I groaned as his hand made its way between my legs and cupped my sex, my lace panties feeling like too much of a barrier between us, his fingers lightly brushing over the thin material before he moved them to the side and without missing a beat, drove one of his fingers in to me. I screamed out in ecstasy, beginning to up the pace of my hand on his cock and his head fell to my shoulder his breathing ragged as my head hit the desk with a dull thud.
He continued working me with his hand and leaned over the desk, opening a drawer and fumbling around amongst its contents as I kept my grasp on his cock, alternating my movements between fast and agonisingly slow. Comprehension soon dawned on me when he removed a foil packet and ripped it open with his teeth, removing his other hand from me to place the condom over his length.
His left hand grabbed my waist, holding me in place and his right hand snaked it's way up my body towards my throat, gripping just tightly enough not to panic me but to arouse me. I never thought a hand on my throat in such away could be so exhilarating but my god, I had never felt so turned on and I tried to pull him closer to me with my legs, wrapping them around his waist and effectively begging him to fuck me.
His lips met mine, forcefully at the same time he entered me and we both growled in to our open mouths, muffling the noises that escaped our throats as he sheathed himself within me, fully. He stilled for a second as I adjusted to his size, before he started to move. It was frantic, fast and rough as he bit down on my bottom lip, his hand still gripping my throat and his other holding me in place against the desk. I moved my hands to his hair, tugging on it and exposing his neck to me as I bit down on it, his guttural groan filling the air around us as he pounded in to me, each thrust trying to push me further across the desk but his grip on my waist holding me in place.
"Bella, I'm not going to... last," he groaned, his hand leaving its place on my throat and quickly finding the spot where we both joined, his thumb beginning to work my clit expertly as i raised my hips to meet his thrusts.
"Edward... I'm so close," I managed to moan, lifting my head to meet his and capturing his lips with my own. It wasn't pretty, it wasn't loving and it wasn't slow as we both scrambled against each other, nipping, biting, swearing and thrusting upon the desk. But it was everything I needed, his forcefulness and the domineering turn of his touch spurring me over the edge quickly. I screamed his name in to his shoulder as a came, hard. My legs shaking and my body exploding under him. His thrusts became frenzied and hurried as his orgasm overtook him, filling the condom and his weight collapsing on top of me as his body twitched on top of me.
I don't know how long we lay there, silently trying to correct our breathing before he rose from the desk, pulling out of me, removing the condom and throwing it in to the nearest trash bin.
"You're dangerous," he growled playfully as he offered me his hand, pulling me upwards from the desk.
"Ha, that's rich coming from you," I smirked, watching him as he pulled his trousers back up his legs, righting himself. I tried to do the same, smoothing out my dress and brushing my hands through my thoroughly fucked hair.
I watched him in awe as he moved around the office, the epitome of masculine grace. He was so beautiful. Handsome wasn't the right word, everything about the man in front of me screamed danger and beauty, like a model straight from the cover of an expensive magazine. His hair that I had been gripping looked perfect despite my assault on it, it's length just enough to fall forward over his forehead as he buckled up his belt and I watched on as he ran one perfect hand through it, taming it somewhat. It had volume most women could only dream of. Bed hair, isn't that what they called it? The ability for hair to look perfectly ravished yet perfectly effortlessly styled at the same time. His side profile was exceptional, no flaws. His strong jawline and slight stubble gave him that masculine edge, his deep piercing green eyes that I could get lost in, regarded me deeply as he watched me watch him from across the room.
I couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was about him that held the dangerous edge that perfectly complimented his beauty. Maybe it was his height and his build. He wasn't muscular like Emmett, but he looked lean and his height, his long legs and limbs added to the aura, he looked stealthy and fit. He had an edge, a troublesome edge -like James Dean. Dangerously beautiful. Dangerous and beautiful and god, I wanted him. Flaws and job be damned, I couldn't ignore that I was falling for this man.
"Care to accompany me on my rounds of the main floor, Miss Swan?" He asked, breaking me of my ogling, smiling down at me and tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear.
"How could I ever resist, Mr Masen?" I smiled widely in return and he quickly dipped his head and kissed me softly, taking me by surprise.
"God knows," he quipped cockily, grabbing my hand and leading me out of his office.
A/N- I hope you liked it! As always, let me know what you think...
I'm sorry for my slip-ups when it comes to certain Americanisms, I'm British, cut me some slack lol.
There's quite a lot I plan to change from here on out, in regards to the original. But I'll leave that as a surprise. So if you read the original 30 chapters, prepare for a few curveballs!