Fic Lab Prompt #7- You may be good to me, but you're not good for me.

E/B. RATED M.

GOOD.

"Does he make you feel as good as I do?" he groans into my ear as his hips slam into mine, our sounds echoing throughout the room.

"Uhh—fuck. Nooo," I moan, clenching around him. I dig my teeth into the tight skin of his shoulder to muffle my screams.

His hard, thick cock throbbing and curved so perfectly, hitting deep inside of me. His thrusts were slow but deep and powerful. Making sure I never forget this moment—never forget how he makes me feel. I'll feel him for days.

"Does he make you come as hard as I can? Does he know exactly where to flick his tongue against your clit to make you see stars?" He slides his tongue up my neck. "Does he know what part inside of you to grind his cock against to make you tremble and whimper?" he grunts as he hits that exact spot that only he knows. "Does he know that you fucking love it when I wrap my hand around your throat." He lightly squeezes the sides of my neck, knowing that's my weakness.

I can only respond with whimpers, sobs, moans, and the odd 'fuck,' 'god,' and 'please.' I'm utterly consumed by every inch of him.

"Tell me you're gonna leave him. Tell me, or this is the last time you're going to feel me inside of you," he growls. He speeds up the pace and grinds harder against me the more desperate he becomes.

I-I… can't," I gasp. My body is thrumming with pleasure as my heart crumbles to pieces.

My words make him pulse harder inside of me, punishing me with his thrusts. Marking me, owning my body, reminding me that no one will ever compare to him.

"What does he have that I don't?" Edward's strong voice weakens. The vulnerability of his words contradicts his confident and powerful thrusts.

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

He will never make me feel anything close to the way Edward makes me feel. I hate him.

But he's threatened to kill Edward if I leave him, and that will destroy me even more than only being able to have this part of Edward.

I can't explain that to Edward, but it's the truth.

I tell him the only thing I can without hurting either of us. "You're too good for me. You deserve more."

I thought of every way to leave my husband, but it's not possible when you marry someone that is apart of the mafia.

You can never betray or leave them and make it out alive.

I guess the only privilege my husband has ever given me is not killing Edward the day he found out we were having an affair. I was shocked, but I know that he doesn't really love me. I'm just a piece of property, a pretty thing on his arm to show off and to make him seem presentable in society—a cover. He will lend me out like a toy, but I always have to go back to him. He owns me, and he makes sure I know that every single day.

My husband has fucked around on me with countless other women, so according to him, I'm lucky that I married a man that is remorseful and lets me have my own fun. At least I'm only with one man.

I am allowed to fuck, but I can't fall in love.

Those are the rules.

Or he'll end both of our lives.

And there is no running away. He will follow us to the ends of the earth.

I know if I tell Edward, he will act impulsively, believing he is invincible and will get both of us killed. So as much as it destroys me, I have to make him believe I don't love him.

But I do—so fucking much. I never thought it'd be possible to feel this way about someone. That's why I married for power and money—not love because I didn't believe it existed—until I met Edward.

Why couldn't I have met Edward first?

Once we've both reached our climax, shattering around the other and for that odd second feeling as if we're one, we lay there entangled in his sheets. We catch our breath as the cold shock of reality settles in. Edward lays on his back, his hands trace shapes into mine as I lay curved into his chest.

I glance up at his gorgeous face, tracing and memorizing every breathtaking contour of his face since it might be the last time I'll get to see it. I observe every stunning inch of artwork that covers his arms in swirls of black.

I can't continue on with this. I'm falling too hard, and if I don't end it now, bad things will happen, and there will be no turning back.

My fingers trace the light hair on his chest as I avoid his eyes. If he stares into my eyes, he'll see that I'm lying, and I'll break. "Look Edward, you're a sweet guy, but you know I'm married. This was just supposed to be for fun," my voice cracks, and I hope he can't see through my poorly acted facade.

He grips both sides of my face desperately, raising my head, so I'm forced to stare into his broken eyes. "You're fucking lying Bella. I can read your body and expressions better than he can. You're hiding something from me. Tell me what it is," Edward yells as he shakes me in frustration. "You can't deny this connection between us, I know you feel it too. I see the way you look at me and the way your body responds to me. You don't love him, not the way you love me." Tears pool in his eyes. "Tell me baby, what is it? I'll do anything to be with you. I need you so much. I can't share you anymore," he pleads.

"You're good to me, but you're not good for me," I whisper in agony.

Edward's face falls as he clenches his eyes shut in pain, fighting back tears. He takes it in the opposite way that I meant it. He thinks I meant he's not good enough when I believe that he's too good for me. He doesn't deserve to have his life destroyed for me—I'm not worth it. But I can't correct him and tell him what I actually mean.

The heartbreak and rejection that consumes his face tears me apart.

I should win a fucking oscar if he truly believes anything I'm saying.

'Just pretend. That's what you've been doing your whole life and all you know how to do,' I tell myself internally.

I hold myself together and try not to fall apart as I clean up, get dressed, and grab my things. Edward doesn't say a word and stares at the wall as he smokes a cigarette. I'm surprised and hurt that he's not fighting back like he usually does.

Why is he giving up so easily? I feel a deeper ache at this realization. Maybe he finally realizes that I'm not worth it? It's for the best. It's safer this way as much as it guts me.

Before I leave, I turn to him. "Find some girl that will make you happy Edward, because I never will. I will never be able to offer you more than this. I'm so sorry," I choke out those last words.

Every word that pours from my mouth tears me to pieces with the lies spewing from me, but if this is the only way to keep us both alive, it's worth it.

I don't even care about my own life anymore at this point, especially if it means I'll be without him anyway. But I can't handle the thought of losing him forever. I'd rather have him in this world and not be with him than him not existing at all.

I hear his last murmured words as I close the door behind me. "I will never give up on you, Bella. We're a forever thing."

My knees tremble, and I can't hold myself up anymore or maintain my strength, sobs consuming my body as I fall to the floor outside of his apartment, in the hallway.

My mind screams, 'don't, you'll get yourself killed!' while my heart begs, 'please never give up.'

A/N: So I'm noticing a theme for the entries I've been writing for the fic lab. I love tearing ExB apart and making them suffer lol! I swear I'm an ExB fan and love happy endings… sometimes! Thank you to all the brave ones that enjoy my unconventional tales!