Twenty-Two

"Mm, that was... different." I grinned over at Maggie, stretching before I pushed the sheet off me and climbed out of bed.

She sat up on her elbows, a smug smile on her face. "I thought you would like that." She rose from the bed, walking over to me and wrapping her arms around my waist. My mind wandered while she pressed soft kisses to my neck. I still couldn't believe she'd fallen into my arms so easily. It was a little too easy if I was being honest. It made me wonder if she wanted me or if she had another plan up her sleeve.

Regardless, it wasn't actually me I was so worried about. Our conversation about how I planned to off Edward aroused her. It was almost sad to me that in just a few weeks, she'd be dead. If she hadn't fucked me over, we probably could have been great friends.

I'd made sure Edward upped his security after I'd learned exactly how perverse her fixation on killing him truly was. We spoke about it often; after the wedding, I'd spike his drink once we got to the hotel room, incapacitating him. Then, in a very Black Widow move, I was supposed to slit his throat.

In reality, the thought made my stomach turn. As I pictured the entire thing, it made my fingers itch to reach out and strangle her. I'd make sure she never took anything away from me again, Edward Cullen included.

Little did she know that the night he was supposed to die, it would be her in his place.

"Bella? Where have you gone?" Maggie called, bringing me out of my thoughts.

I bit my lip. "Sorry, I'm just dazed after earlier. That thing you did with your tongue—" It honestly had been amazing. Sometimes sex was just that to me; sex. Though, nothing would ever be better than sex with Edward.

"I promise to do it again later," she whispered in my ear. "But I asked you an important question."

"What was it?"

She threaded her fingers through my hair, looking directly into my eyes. "You know, I think I liked your short hair better. I asked, where does Edward think you go when you're here?"

"He's so busy, he doesn't even know I'm gone most days, but I make sure my security tells him I'm at lunch, or some silly ladies charity thing." I waved her off, slipping out from her grasp and walking to stand in front of the window.

"And you don't think he's had you followed? Or that your security would turn on you?"

"He'd just think I was having lunch with you, as I said. Liam is in jail, and as far as Edward knows, your family is sinking."

She raised an eyebrow at me. "You expect me to believe you never shared what you know about me with your consigliere?"

I spun, my eyes heated as I stared at her. "What exactly do you know about me? Hm? Other than the fact that you like my tits and pussy. If you knew anything, you'd know I rarely share any knowledge with him. What's the point of all this if you don't trust me?"

"I'm sorry, I can't help but be suspicious sometimes."

"You're the one that wanted this deal, Maggie, not me! You approached me, and I liked what you presented. I only stand to gain power by being with you, so why would I turn on you? My word is my word, so either you're still into this"—I gestured between us—"or you walk away."

"Look, I didn't mean to insult you."

I rolled my eyes as I gathered up my clothes. "Well, you did. It's late. I need to go."

She grabbed my arm as I stormed past her. "Don't leave angry. Let me make it up to you." There was a glint in her eye, and as much as I knew I'd done my part for the day and should leave, she gave me really good orgasms.

::BW::

"How was your day, darling?"

"Darling?" I raised my eyebrows at Edward as he walked into the room.

"Well, Maggie gets to call you sweetheart and all those other cute pet names. I thought I'd try it."

"Well, don't."

"From what I saw, it looked like you had quite an interesting day." He walked behind me, lowering the zipper on my dress and slipping it off my shoulders to let it pool at my feet.

I didn't know exactly how he'd done it. Sometimes, I wondered just how brilliant Edward was that he could plant seemingly untraceable cameras.

They were nearly impossible to find and, unfortunately—or fortunately—Maggie's team just wasn't up to par. The sweeps they did of the house and her car were laughable compared to what my men were doing.

"Interesting is one word for it."

He pushed my hair over my shoulder, exposing the back of my neck and kissing it softly before his lips trailed down my spine. "She really wants me dead, doesn't she?" He chuckled, slipping his thumbs into the waistband of my panties and dragging them down my legs, lifting each foot to help me step out.

"That's probably an understatement, but we have the upper hand."

"Oh, I know we do. Lay down on the bed. If Maggie gets to have her face buried between your thighs all day, then I'm getting my chance."

"There's this thing she does with her—"

I stopped talking as he dug his fingers into my thighs and spread them, his eyes filled with fire. The word I would use to describe him at the moment was jealous.

"Are you giving me pointers? Am I not good enough for you? Hm? Tell me, who does this pussy belong to, Isabella?" As his head dipped down, my back arched, and I remembered Edward could also do that thing with his tongue.

"Oh, God, you. It belongs to you," I moaned.

"You would do well to remember that," he growled as he crawled up my body, kissing me roughly. "These lips, they're mine." He kissed down my throat, reaching my chest and wrapping his lips around one of my nipples. "These tits are mine. Every last inch of your body is mine! Do you understand me, Isabella?"

"Yes, sir. My body only belongs to you," I whimpered.

His eyes were shining as he gave me a devilish grin. "Good girl. Now beg for my cock."

A/N: Sorry this is so late today, I'm in NY on Long Island and we have no power.