Hey guys. So, I have got a basket of lemons for you. I'm working this weekend, so I haven't had much time writing. I hope it was worth the wait though. Please enjoy!

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For information, I went back over the two first chapters to try and weed out any mistakes. I did a few minor changes, so if you wanted to re-read, please go check it out.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Twilight Saga.

Disclaimer #2: I'm sorry for any errors I make. I try my hardest to find them all, but some do slip past me.

Rating for mature content of a sexual nature and slight mention of violence.

Alrighty, let's begin.

A tiny reminder of the last chapter:

I sobbed against his shoulder, and he stood holding me, soothing my frayed nerves. The water was still splashing down on us, me in my naked form, and Aro fully clothed in his black suit.

When I had had my cry, I withdrew my cheek from his shoulder. His eyes were searching for mine. I rewarded his search by meeting his gaze

"Your eyes are almost as red as mine now," He commented with a soft smile.

This made me snort laugh. Big mistake after a cry. Snot everywhere. At the look of my horrified face he laughed. Actually, laughed out loud.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," I managed weakly. Still chuckling, he began removing his suit jacket, which had taken the biggest hit.

"It does not matter, my dear. Nothing to worry about." He said warmly, in the process of removing his shirt. My mouth failed to close of its own accord. Aro stood in the shower with me, bare chested, still in his black trousers. Water still washing down his muscular chest. The hairs on his chest had tiny water droplets clinging to them. Most of the hairs clung to his pale skin. I felt blood rush to my neither regions. Damn this man was a greek god. His muscular arms threw his shirt on the floor, where it fell with a soft splat.

"Close your mouth, dear," he said in an airy voice. I realised I had been staring. I quickly looked down. That didn't help much, as I now saw another area of his body, craving attention. Clearing my throat, I turned sideways, pretending to warm my body under the water.

His chuckle was so deep and sexy. "Why so shy, my dear? Do you not recall our, hmmm, shenanigans earlier today? I rather think you enjoyed that. I have already given you 5 orgasms so far. You have been here barely 60 hours. I think that is pretty impressive, do you not?"

His voice was melting me with the words he let wash over me. My knees went weak, and I panted as I felt my insides jolt with the pleasure of his dirty talk. He must have felt it, because he used his body to back me against the wall behind me, his arms resting on either side of my face.

He breathed deeply; his mouth open.

"You are so responsive, my dear. I can smell you, taste you on the air. It makes me thirsty."

He pushed his whole body into mine, and I could feel exactly what he was thirsty for. My hands were on his chest, fiddling with the hairs, trying to calm the trembling. He was so tall, and so muscular. My body knew instantly what to do, and my hips bucked against him.

"Hmmmm, you like me talking like this, do you, my dear? Touching you like this? You like when I take control?"

Good lord, I think this man could talk me into an orgasm. I actually think I whimpered.

He nuzzled my neck. Breathing deeply.

"I think you do, Isabella."

I didn't respond.

Suddenly he stepped back, out of the shower, leaving me cold despite the hot water showering me.

His eyes were dark, as his gaze roamed my naked form hungrily.

There was a long silence, not counting the splashing water, before I finally broke it.

"Are you going to touch me?" I asked

His eyes snapped back to mine.

"Do you want me to?"

I nodded.

"You want me to make you feel good? Should I touch you until you come apart at the seams again and again?"

My breath was released with a shudder, as my insides were lit by a different kind of thirst, that water could never quench.

He looked at me, clearly knowing exactly what reactions my body had had at his words. He didn't break the silence though.

I nodded again.

He took a deep breath, and nodded.

"I see," he said. Then he had that smirk again, showing his teeth slightly.

"Beg," he said in his deep voice.

I didn't know what to do. I turned away from him.

"No," I said. "I will not beg you."

He stood watching me.

"You may have gotten me to beg before, but that will not happen again. I am in control of my body now. I know what to expect from you. Your patience is always on trial with me, and I will simply wait until you can no longer control yourself. I suspect it shouldn't take long."

I turned my back to him, feeling rather nervous. I sounded way braver than I felt. I almost didn't dare look back at him, but when I finally glanced his way, his face was dark. But he didn't move.

I switched off the shower and walked over to the tub and began fiddling with the taps to adjust the waters temperature, intending to submerge myself in hot water to get my body to stop shaking. I hadn't completely realised that it wasn't because I was cold. I hummed a little to show an air of not having a care in the world.

I suddenly felt myself being grabbed from behind and pushed against the wall. His nose in my wet hair, breathing me in, a low growl deep in his chest.

"So, you think you have the power, do you?" He breathed against my ear. "Even when I am so much stronger than you? You would be helpless to stop me, not that you would want me to stop," He pushed against me, his need against my butt. My breathing was shallow, and my heart thudded against my ribs.

"There are more ways than one to be strong," I said, my voice cavalier, my body not so cavalier.

He spun me around with lightning speed, and pushed against me again, his lips on my neck and shoulder. "Well, you seem to know all about that," he said in a deep baritone. I shivered. His mouth devoured mine, our chests flush against each other. He was still wearing his trousers, but suddenly he seemed in a rush to get them off. He had them slid down in seconds, before he again was on me, pushing in between my legs, his moves frantic.

He was inside me with a groan deep in his throat and began thrusting deep and fast. His breathing at my ear was more like growling, as he had his way with me. It didn't hurt as much as the first time, but a certain tenderness did linger. He wasn't gentle, but not unnecessarily rough either. His hands were at my hips as he kept his hips at a fast pace. Suddenly he lifted me up, so my legs came around his waist, and the angle inside shifted sharply. I cried out at the intense feelings. His face inches below mine, our eyes met. His mouth was open, teeth bared.

"Would you like me to stop?" He asked in a low growl. I shook my head slightly, almost afraid he would.

"So, do you like it when I take control of your body and mind like this?" He asked his deep voice making me shiver. He had kept his pace so far, but when I didn't answer his question, he slowed down considerably. His moves becoming torturous. I groaned in frustration. He smirked; teeth still barred. Oh, he knew alright.

"You are so wet, my dear," he said.

"Well, I did just have a shower," I panted.

He stopped everything and looked me in the eyes, his gaze black.

"Not wet with water," he said.

"No, your sex is wet. Drenched in fact," As he said the words he thrust deeply and swiftly again, and I groaned. Then he stopped. I knew what he was trying to make me do. I wasn't about to give in, though.

"Well, your words and what you do, did that to me. It's like you can't get enough of me, and that is overwhelming, but it also affects my body immensely. It's just biology."

He smirked again, his teeth scraping my neck slowly, before his tongue followed suit.

"I know what you are doing, my dear," he said in a low, barely controlled, growl.

"Is it working?" I asked innocently.

He started thrusting again, his movements frantic.

"What do you think?" He asked in a soft but forceful voice.

I didn't answer, as he was quickly pushing me against that well-known edge.

"You think you have the control, mia cara" he said in his deep voice, still pushing me further along my way to release.

"But what would you do if I stopped right now?"

I wasn't paying attention; my mind was in another world. I could drift in the sea of his voice all day long. He stopped his movements, but stayed deep inside me, to make his point. I didn't say anything. My brows were furrowed in concentration.

"Do you remember your first day here?" He asked. "I made you beg, as I promised you I would. Now, if you want release, I am going to need you to work for it. Nothing comes cheap, Isabella."

He had no idea what his voice was doing to me. The way he drew out my name in his Italian accent, his deep timbre making my hips buck against him, which was just the pressure I needed. I exploded forcefully around him, and I threw my head back with a cry.

When I came back down from my climax, I looked at him defiantly.

"Nothing comes cheap, you say?" I grinned mischievously at his shocked expression.

Then he lost control. His movements fast and hard, he growled, as he took me against the wall, and he captured my lips in a fierce kiss. I experienced a delicious friction I never thought possible, and it quickly made me fall apart again. He followed shortly after, groaning against my mouth.

His breathing was still deep as he leaned against me his eyes on mine.

"Did you just orgasm from my voice alone?" He asked.

I blushed intensely. "I don't know," I said.

"Fascinating," he said. "We will have to look into that, at some point." He withdrew from me and let me down gently.

"I suggest you get into the bathtub; you are cold." I realised he was right, as my body shivered violently.

"Will you join me?" I asked. He didn't answer but took my hand and pulled me down into the huge tub, where I soon was leaned against his chest. I sighed contentedly, my body practically singing.

I felt his chest vibrate as he said softly against my ear; "7 orgasms, now." I could feel myself blushing hard.

After a while, we got up, found some clothes in my massive closet, and he led me to the sitting area, where we sat down. He quickly arranged for food to be brought up, and for the fire to be lit. Soon I was eating, sitting in front of the cosy fire, while I listened to him talk.

None of us mentioned what had happened in the bathroom. I don't think any of us knew who had won exactly, but I did feel I had gotten the better of him for once. Smiling slightly to myself at the thought, I continued my dinner.

"What are you smirking at?" He asked in a curious voice. I looked up. He was sitting across from me, his face barely illuminated by the fire, his eyes glinted. Realising my face might have revealed my thoughts, I quickly shrugged and said that the food was just delicious.

"That is good," he said dryly, clearly not believing me. The man was a lie detector. I didn't answer, but continued to eat. I was famished.

"So," he said. "It is nearly time for you to sleep. I would prefer it, if you stayed in here for the rest of the night, but if you wouldd like, I could also take you to my rooms."

I shrugged again. "It doesn't matter where I sleep," I said. "I would like to get out more soon though. Is that possible?" I asked, taking another bite of my food, a simple chicken sandwich.

He sat, looking at me, tracing a finger across his bottom lip, pulling at it slightly as he thought. It wasn't intentional, but it distracted me, nonetheless. My mouth stopped chewing.

"I suppose we could arrange that. We will have to take care though. I know Victoria is still out to get you, though I do not think she knows you are here. We really should get going with your lessons as well. Much to learn. I do not think you caught much from the last session to be perfectly honest. Also, I would like to introduce you to Marcus. We need to plan for your change. Do you have any preferences?"

I chewed slowly. "What do you mean?"

"Well, when, how, who? We need to make arrangements for your family also. They need to believe you dead."

"Right," I said.

I realised how distracted I had been, since coming here. I hadn't even thought of my parents. I had practically been consumed with Aro. He was my everything now.

"Is there a standard procedure?" I asked.

Aro looked at me, his fingers meeting in front of him. "Not exactly, no. Our law is that you be turned, or we have to kill you. No human can know our secret. Now that you are here with me, we do not need to rush it, though. If you would like some time, that is fine. But we do need to arrange your death somehow. And that has to be soon."

I nodded, not having anything to say. "I will think on it." I said. "I'm not in a hurry to change right this moment. I would like to settle in, get to meet a few of the others. Know my role in this coven."

"Well, your role will come naturally, but we cannot exactly know just yet. You could become a member of the guard if you wish. Might be given, as I think you might have gifts that come in handy. We will have to wait and see. It will be some time, as for the first year or so, you will be new-born, and have other issues to attend to."

I shivered at the thought.

He got up, and stood in front of the fireplace, his hands behind his back.

"I should get going. I need to do some paperwork and make some arrangements." He sounded thoroughly displeased about the thought. "I will be back in the morning."

I nodded glumly, not wishing to part from him. I had had his full attention since I got here, and I didn't want him to leave. How spoiled I was.

I felt his fingers on my chin, making me look up. He was looking down at me, his crimson eyes tense.

"It is surreal to me, not being able to read your thoughts. I think that might be why I am so drawn to you. With you I can relax, not needing to worry about your thoughts assaulting me at every touch. It can be really distracting, you know." He sighed. "But sometimes I do wish I could read you. I would like to know you intimately."

I swallowed; my mouth suddenly rather dry.

"You do know me, intimately." I said in a hoarse whisper.

"Not physically intimate, my dear," he said softly. He pulled me up, so I stood close to him. "Although, that is also something I enjoy." He crooned. I felt my face grow hot again. He kissed me deeply, holding me tightly against him, his fingers in my hair. My fingers clutched at his suit jacket, at the small of his back. Finally withdrawing, he sighed again, and stepped back slowly. "I will see you in the morning, Isabella."

I had undressed quickly and crawled into bed. I had never felt so exhausted. I knew why I was so tired, and the thought didn't help. My bed felt lonely, without him here. Though, it might be a good thing. I somehow suspected, that sleep would be hard to come by, with him here. Sighing deeply, I turned onto my side, and it didn't take long to drift off.

I woke early next morning. Realising that it was getting light outside, I sat bolt upright in bed, looking towards the sitting area. Aro wasn't there. Disappointed, I slumped back on the bed, sighing. My thoughts flooded with yesterday's images. What a rollercoaster it had been. I wondered when I would be able to get a closer look at that side room again. What would my lessons be? Who would I meet? Would we be making love today, again? I hoped so, but it was hard to wrap my head around this obsession with Aro.

It was like my body had been taking over, to the point where my mind was just a helpless passenger. Although I certainly didn't mind the view so far. I wondered what he was doing right this second. Thinking of his hands. Perhaps they were gently wrapped around a book, reading. My body heated at the thought of his hands on my hips yesterday, his body driving into me, his face inches from mine. He had taken control. I released a shuddering breath as my core clenched.

Suddenly a blur of movement besides me, and I was pinned to the bed beneath Aro. He was looking rather smug, breathing deeply.

"Good morning, my dear, what were you thinking about, to make you all hot and bothered like this?" He asked in his deep voice.

My heart was hammering from the shock.

"Where did you come from?" I asked, breathing hard, trying to calm myself and sidestep the question.

"I was here all the time. I was standing in the corner. You did not see me." He slowly rubbed his nose against my cheek.

"So... What were you thinking about? Hmm?" He breathed in my ear. My hips bucked reflectively.

"Aaah, I think I can guess, even if I cannot read your mind." He shifted slightly to be able to kiss my neck. His tongue following the contour of my jaw slowly.

I moaned tilting my head to the side to allow him access.

He continued his caresses for a little while, and I squirmed against him. His pelvis shifted sharply against mine with a forceful groan erupting from his chest. Finally, he pulled back with a sigh.

"I wish we could continue this, my dear, but unfortunately we do have an appointment with Caius and Marcus. They are waiting for us. I can actually hear Caius huffing." He said with a small chuckle.

I stiffened. "Wait, you can hear them? Can they also hear you?" He hesitated shortly tilting his head.

"Well, I suppose they can."

"Oh... So..." I hesitated. "These last couple of days, the whole castle has been listening to us?"

Aro had a hesitant small smile on his face. "Not listening exactly. More like, trying not to listen."

My face flushed with heat. "Right,"

He chuckled again, "Come my dear, we need to get going." He easily pulled me up from the bed.

We entered the library a little while later, where both Caius and Marcus stood waiting.

"It was about time you arrived, brother," Caius snapped.

"Welcome miss Swan," Marcus said politely, taking her hand and giving it a brush with his lips, while glancing pointedly at Caius.

Aro also gave Caius an annoyed look. "No need to be testy, dear brother. We are not that late. Isabella needed something to eat before the lessons." Aro said smoothly. "It is not like you don not have your whole life before you."

Caius ignored him, and simply went to a large table by the windows. It was stacked with old tomes. Bella's heart sank as she realised all the things she had to learn.

While she was distracted, she didn't notice Marcus giving her a side glance before placing a finger against Aro's hand. Aro stiffened noticeably, but he didn't say anything. His eyes bore Into Marcus'. Then he looked at Bella whose back was turned towards him, as she studied the books on the desk. He looked curiously back at Marcus who simply wore his Mona Lisa smile and sat himself down in a comforting chair. Caius seemed to realise the silent conversation between Marcus and Aro. His eyes jumped from one to the other. Aro slightly shook his head warningly.

Aro's POV

"Right, let us get this started." Caius said in a bored sort of voice. "I hope you have gotten more sleep this time around, miss Swan." Bella flushed, and I had to suppress a smirk. I deemed it necessary to jump in.

"I took the liberty of explaining to Caius why he was getting nowhere with you last time. It is hard to adjust to a new bed and surroundings. Of course, you were exhausted, and focus was hard to come by. I hope we find you more well rested this morning."

"Oh." Bella said. Her face had already flushed to a full confession, so my words meant nothing, but she seemed to grab at the last hope I gave her. "Yes, I simply had tossed and turned all night long. I feel much better today."

"I bet you do," a whisper so low she didn't hear it. Caius said nothing more, but I could not help but notice the slightest smirk around his mouth. I shot him a warning glance.

The lesson started, and as it turned out, Isabella was a good student. She needed to learn Italian, and it was a hard language for her. She did her best. Marcus shot in here and there, to help her enunciate some of the words. History was next. She seemed to know a little about a lot of different things. It was interesting to hear it from her mouth, since I could not read her.

As the lessons progressed, my mind wandered. Marcus' thoughts had certainly been interesting. I certainly understood a lot more all of a sudden; why I had not just bitten her when the impulse had been so strong. I realised now why we had been completely unable to stay apart. I needed her, and she needed me. She was nearly driving me mad with need. I had been so close to taking her the first time in the bathroom, when I had tested her ability again. And then again, the next day. I was hard pressed to not just pull her out of the bathtub and take her on the floor right then and there. She was late. And naked. It had taken all of my considerable will, to stop myself in her closet. She had tasted divine. Even her punishment was not something I had ever done before. It came to me on the spur of the moment. I wanted her to need me, as much as I needed her. And it is not like she wanted me to stop. Her body was doing everything in its power to lure me in. Even her words never told me to stop.

I wondered if she knew. I suspected she was completely unaware of what was going on. She just seemed to trust her body, to follow where it pulled her. My body had pulled too. The pull was almost painful. How we had lasted for more than 24 hours without... Well, I was certainly impressed.

I needed to think a little a more on this new information. But not here. Not while I was surrounded by others. I probably should discuss it with her. I am not sure I wanted to. She was already pretty defiant with me; this new information could give her reason to become even more less likely to take my orders without question.

She had nearly lost her life already, and she never even realised. It had been pure luck that I had caught the two new-borns on her trail. I was fortunate to be one of the strongest vampires in existence. One new-born was plenty strong to kill a mature vampire. Two would prove disastrous. I felt no remorse, as I took them out of the equation. There was no choice. Isabella was mine. My anger was barely containable as I found her in my study, so innocent. I had to remind myself, that she was young, and new to this world. She also could not read my mind. In this we were equal. The only reason I did not let my anger explode, was because I didn't want to lose her. This was a fine balance. I was her leader, but also her lover. Now that I understood why I had such complex feelings for her, I needed to find a way to navigate them. Some of the truth would have to come out.

Perhaps it was better if I waited until after she had been turned. In her human form she was vulnerable, and if she became more defiant, knowing how it would be hard for me to punish her transgressions, it could become dangerous for her.

I also did not want her to think that she didn't have a choice in this matter. I wanted her to stay because she wanted to. Not because our bodies compelled her. I came to the realisation that I needed to court her. Make her fall for me. So, when the truth came out, she would already be in love and, not feel like she was obligated to stay, but that she wanted to stay with me.

While I was lost in my thoughts, I had seen how she looked at me from time to time. I had been keeping still deliberately, like the last time she had lessons. It was tricky, because I knew I distracted her, but I also knew that my absence would be equally distracting. For the both of us. So, I kept as still as possible, hoping that would be a sufficient compromise.

When her lessons finally ended at around two PM, she stood up, stretching. My mind went to the things I wanted to do to her, nearly growling at the thoughts. I contained myself though. Barely. Shaking myself mentally, I got up and was at her elbow in a flash.

"Well, you certainly took in more this time around, miss Swan. I think there is hope for you yet," Caius said in a flat voice. I glowered at him. He glanced at me, and with that swept out of the library.

Marcus had also gotten up and gave a small bow before engaging himself in an old, dusty tome.

"So," I said. "Hungry?"

"I'm starving, actually," she said.

I took her by the arm and escorted her out into the corridor. "But not for food," she said. I stiffened, as I felt the heat of her blood pulse in strong waves against me. I knew she had blushed. Well, I could not blame her. I was certainly not less hungry for her. I knew I should have more self-control, but at the moment I didn't care. She was against the wall in a flash, as I took her lips demandingly. She moaned against me, and I could smell her on the air. I nearly ripped her clothes of then and there. Instead I carried her to my study, which was closest, and private. Her breathing was heavy as she steadied herself, shocked to find herself sitting on my desk.

"Huh," she said. I chuckled.

"So," I said, "do you remember the last time you were here?" I felt her grow tense against me.

She did not answer as she looked up into my eyes. I pulled her against me, her legs on either side of mine, as my pelvis met hers, and she gasped. I knew she felt my manhood against her core. I could feel her insides clench. I wanted to feel it again.

"Are you ready for your punishment?" I asked.

Alright, chapter three is now done. Let me know what you think, I am dying with curiosity here. -Pancakes