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💚 From Duty To Love 💚
💚 1. The Duty Of Marriage 💚
"I have married this man without ever expecting much from this union. But can I expect anything from him now that I am his wife?"
‼️Rated M - {Out Of Characters/All Human/Alternate Universe}‼️
‼️Romance/Family/Drama/Lemons‼️
‼️Bellward/Alice Williams/Tanya Denali/The Cullens/The Swans/Original Characters‼️
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Chapter 15: The Sin Behind The Kiss (1.3K)
Bella's PoV
Edward didn't oppose to Alice's idea, as long as I was comfortable with it. But he did ask that I don't come to his office in my nightgown but fully clothed. I am a little bit nervous about this, but also curious. And if I learn properly, Edward will be able to have a few nights of sleep whilst we are away.
Right now, I am in the darkroom, watching Mr Hunter set down the last items he went to buy for Edward. It is Friday and finally, this room is done, and I am so proud of myself. Since I know Edward loves the smell of peppermint, I hid a few dried bags in the room, and now it smells strongly of the herb.
I have put the portrait I made of Edward and me in this room, but I don't think it should stay here after Edward sees it. The room needs to always be dark, and Edward will never see it properly. Hopefully, he will have it moved to his office.
With a satisfied smile, I usher Mr Hunter out of the room and just as I lock the door with Mr Hunter by my side, I hear Edward's voice behind me, surprising me,
"Isabella?"
I turn to see my husband and brightly smile at him as I see him off his coat, gloves and hat. It looks like he has come to surprise me for lunch. He is looking behind me at Mr Hunter, and so I make the necessary introductions,
"Edward, this is Mr James Hunter. Mr Hunter, my husband I was telling you about, Edward Cullen.
Both men shake hands though Edward's face is cold and unmoving and so I explain to him, "Mr Hunter has been helping me redecorate the room to my liking. He has done an excellent job."
"Yes. It was nice working for you, Mrs Cullen. Unfortunately, I have another appointment across town," Mr Hunter excuses himself with a polite courtesy, saying that he knows his way out.
I look at Edward who is still looking where Mr Hunter just disappeared before he puts his hand on the handle of the door to open it. I gently put my hand on his, and his cold golden eyes fall on me,
"I want to see what Mr Hunter has been up to in this room, Isabella."
"And you will. But I would rather for you to wait a little. It's a surprise."
He blinks, confused. "A surprise?"
I beam at him, reaching to kiss his cheek as I gently say, "Yes, a surprise. Just like the one you just gave me by coming to have lunch with me. Come, let's see what Mrs Cooper has prepared."
I tug on his arm, and he moves. For a moment, we don't say anything as we walk to the dining room. I know that it does appear odd to have this man working for him when he knew nothing about him, but I don't want to ruin the surprise either.
Still, since we've had this conversation just Tuesday night about assumptions and not talking, I let him know,
"Edward, Mr Hunter has just been under our employ. If you want to see the room now, I will show it to you but … I would rather keep the surprise for a later date. It would mean a lot to me."
He looks at me, his face calculating before he curtly nods and pulls my chair for me to sit as he tells me, "From now on, I don't want you to employ anyone. If you need work done somewhere in this house ask Mr Banner."
He waits for me to agree before kissing my cheek and sitting on his chair in front of me for us to have lunch together.
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Mr Banner is driving us home from Emmett's dinner party. I made sure to see Rosalie and explain to her that I was wrong, though I didn't tell her about Edward's and Alice's weekly visits. it's not for her to know. Alice knows because she's a doctor, and Edward's closest friend, and I know because I'm his wife. I know Rosalie wouldn't say anything if I told her, but I also know that Edward wouldn't want anyone else but me to know.
He admitted that it made him feel weak to need those massages, and I don't want anyone to know he feels like that. I'm sure he doesn't want anyone to know either. So I just told Rosalie that I misunderstood everything and that Edward explained to me how wrong I had been.
The evening went per usual, I smiled a lot, praised Emmett a lot and managed to talk about Dr Williams to the Chief's wife who briefly mentioned having unusual pains. Edward kept me on his arm most of the night and now that we are in the back of the car, he keeps touching my thigh inappropriately. I keep trying to make him stop because Mr Banner is with us, but he only stops when we are home.
As he helps me out of my coat, he kisses my neck, and I smell the strong bite of alcohol on his breath. I have never seen Edward strongly inhibited, and I don't like the way it makes my stomach knot. My father always said to stay away from men whose judgement was clouded by too much alcohol.
As per usual, Edward escorts me to my room, and when I turn to wish him goodnight, he cups my face and crashes his lips on mine. It is nothing like the brief kiss we shared at our wedding ceremony. It is not soft, delicate and calculated. It is unexpected, bruising and hurting. I whimper against his lips and he tackles me against the wall, pressing his whole body against mine.
Finally, he lets go of my lips, only to attack my neck and suck on it hard as his hands go to my breast.
"Edward," I cry out.
"Yes. That's my name. Your husband. The man who's been starving for you for a month now," He growls in my ear before claiming my lips again, making me feel his hardness. His hands are roaming over me, powerful and possessive and when he breaks the kiss,
"I want to be buried inside you tonight. I want to be in you whilst you scream my name. You're mine, Isabella."
"Edward," I complain, and before I can construct any logical thought he opens the door and takes me to my room, laying me on my bed and making me swallow with difficulty. This is nothing like our other times, and I try to reason with him,
"Not tonight."
"Isabella, can't you feel how much I want you? I've missed you, your skin, your body. I am a man, Isabella. And I need you," He says in my ear as he lifts the skirt of my dress and I feel a tear escape my eyes. This is nothing like the sweet and caring Edward I have known over the past months. This isn't the Edward I love. This is not the Edward my husband wants to be.
He kisses my neck, telling me again how much he missed me, and it's only when he starts to undo the laces in the back of my dress, nipping at the top of my breast, that I can't help but violently sob as I tell him,
"You're scaring me, Edward."
He immediately stops, his gaze meeting mine and horror striking his face as more tears escape me. Without a word, he gets up and leaves my room and I rush behind him to lock the door, falling to my knees and bursting into tears.
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