Before we release the beast (AKA Masen) I have a wee little surprise for you!
This is for you crazy chicks over at Facebook who make my resolve to just post one today crumble...
Have fun, see you tomorrow ;)
"Nobody hurts this pretty girl, understood? Not even you. Especially not you. I'll do everything in my fucking power to prevent that, you hear me?" I feel her nod, but it's not enough. I need her fucking words. There's a smile tugging at her lips. I can't wait to kiss her. "By the time I'm done with you, you'll trust me with your fucking life."
"Yes, Masen."
"What, yes?"
"I hear you because you're fucking loud. I bet every room on this floor can hear you." I smirk, because she's putting on the mask again. But it's not working. I press the blade against her full, luscious lips, lipstick marks leaving an imprint on the side. My other hand is still on her satin-clad pussy, and I press hard, thumb on her clit. Bella moans, loud and clear. Message received.
"What happened to letting me try, huh? Did you change your mind?"
"No… I was scared." She admits, bucking her hips into my hand.
"Scared? Of what, baby?"
"You fucking another woman." There's an edge to her voice that instantly makes me believe that she thought I would. As if I could. She ruined me for everyone else.
"Let me tell you one time: nobody hurts this pretty girl, that includes fucking someone else," I speak slowly and lick her earlobe. "Besides, how many times do I have to tell you. No pussy compares to yours. You don't go back to eating T-bone once you tasted Wagyu. Trust me." I let out a chuckle.
"I fucking love you, Isabella Swan." It slips out of my mouth before I can control it. It's too late to take it back, I don't even want to. She needs to know how much I care — that I love her." A gasp tumbles from her lips, and now is the first time she actually seems to struggle in my grip. I let go of her, because, and stare at the way her deep, dark eyes glimmer — the way her neck is red from my grip and her nipples strain against her top.
Her soft hand reaches for the knife in my hand and she curls her fingers around mine.
"No." She says, shaking her head, tendrils of long, black hair tickling my forearm. "No." She repeats, and takes the blade in her own hands, away from me.
I frown and get ready to catch the blow that never comes. Instead, she lunges at me, eyes feral before she fucking jumps me — locks her legs around my waist before I grip her thighs to steady us, but fall back anyway. My knees buckle as my calve hits the corner of the wall and I fall down with her on top of me.
"I don't get it…" I whisper. She's holding the hilt of the knife between her thumb and middle finger, the blade swaying from left to right at her loose touch. It's right there — in my fucking face, hovering over my mouth. Bella straddles me, her legs caging me in as if she thinks she's strong enough to hold me captive.
"I said 'no', asshole." She takes another deep breath before taking a firmer grasp on the handle and dragging the razor-sharp tip across my jawline. Her pussy is right there, pressing on my hard dick, she even fucking wiggles to torture me more. "I don't want to die anymore." The best words I've ever heard her say.
"And yes," she continues. The blade drags lower down my chest, and I'm glad I'm wearing a hoodie. Bella doesn't know how to properly handle a knife without bloodshed. She's fucking dangerous; she turns me on. Her sinful eyes tell me she knows that. "I should trust you. I do trust you, with my life — because you could have fucking killed me just now. You could have, multiple times already and you didn't. I trust you with my heart, too. Because I fucking love you, crazy Edward Masen." Those last words outshined every good thing that ever happened to me. "And I'll live for you. Only for you."