Nineteen

"I hate these charity events. I've never gone to one and had to sit and chat with the wives," I huffed, throwing my head back against my seat in the limo.

"You know." Edward turned to me, a smirk on his lips. "You make it sound like being married to me will be such a hardship with the way you say wives," he mocked. "And don't worry, you'll fit right in; you whine constantly like any other bitch."

I sucked in a deep breath before leveling him with a glare. "Excuse me?"

"Admit it, Bella, all you've done these last few months is bitch and moan about how it's not fair, how you don't wanna do this or that. I get it, but come the fuck on. Grow some balls, already."

I held my tongue as I crossed my arms over my chest, turning from him to stare out the window. Lately, I was trying my best not to fly off the handle so quickly with him. But he was really getting under my skin at the moment.

Typically, he read me like a book. He knew when I needed to be brought down a notch or when I needed to be raised up. He knew how to get me to bend to his will by taking me into the bedroom and commanding me. But now it seemed as if he was purposely provoking me. It was hard enough being on my best behavior around all of those fake, foul women without him being a dick. I hated having to pretend that I didn't want to pull out my gun and pistol whip every one of them before aiming it at Maggie and pulling the trigger.

"Are you pouting?" The humor in his voice was clear. "It's not a good look on you, Isabella."

I whipped around to face him, having had enough. "Shut your mouth, you son of a bitch! You wanna talk about balls? My balls are twice the fucking size of yours—"

He cut me off, pulling me against him and kissing me roughly. He broke the kiss as quickly as it started; he leaned down, nibbling at my earlobe. "There's my girl. I want you to hate me tonight." He slipped his hand beneath the hem of my dress, his fingers running along the crotch of my panties. "You need to hate me tonight, Bella, if they're going to think this is real; that you've been replaced." He pulled my panties to the side, causing me to gasp as he slipped a finger inside my wet heat.

"Oh God," I groaned as he fucked me with his finger.

"Do you hate me?" His breath was hot against my neck as he circled my clit with his thumb.

Considering the way he'd been disrespecting me since we'd left the house, I should have hated him. I wanted to hate him but, as always, it was impossible. Especially when he'd been goading me the entire time for my benefit. I shook my head in reply. "No."

"No?" He pulled his fingers from me, leaving me right on the edge. "How about now?"

I closed my eyes. "A little."

"Maybe this deal will better suit you if you let all those petty bitches know how much you hate your fiancé and tell them how your daddy fucked you over. Do that, and I'll eat that pussy on command for a week. However, if you fuck up and don't worm your way into their clique?" He palmed the bulge in his pants. "You'll be spending a week on your knees, and I think you'll make a great little cum slut, don't you?"

My jaw clenched at his words, and I narrowed my eyes. "Remember who the fuck you're talking to. I'm still the Goddamn boss, Edward. Don't let this little stint of playing pretend go to your head. That being said, I really hope you're ready to be on your knees all week. I never fail."

::BW::

I felt all eyes on me as we made our way through the venue. It was our first public outing together aside from our engagement party, and everyone was curious about us. They wanted to know if the rumors were true. As I held Edward's hand, walking just slightly behind him to show my submission, I let each of them know that he was now the Don of the Volturi family.

I watched women whisper while I felt my skin crawl as men that had never dared to look my way leered at me; some of them were as old as my father. It was sickening, though Edward's grip on my hand as well as the feel of the holster on my thigh soothed me.

"Edward Cullen, correct?" One man, Jacob Black, approached us, his gaze traveling the length of my body before turning his stare back to Edward.

"Correct, and you'll mind your fuckin' eyes around my fiancée," Edward snarled. "What do you need, Black?"

Jacob smirked, raising his hands out in front of him. "No harm meant, but as the new... head of the Volturi family..." His gaze flickered back to me. "I wonder if I can have a few minutes of your time, privately?"

Edward nodded before turning to me. His eyes heated, full of lust. I bit my lip, fighting back a moan. "Go, play nice with the other girls. Be polite, you hear me?" he commanded.

"Yes, sir," I whispered before heading off to play the role of a lifetime.