Brace yourself Friends, this one is going to be intense. We are officially at the start of Part Two. I have been waiting to write this chapter for so long! Ugh, I'm so happy I finally get to post it!

There's so much in Part Two that's going to explain all this tension, so bear with with me.

I hope you guys enjoy this one!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

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Present Day. Four Seasons Hotel: Bella's Room

"I'm done playing games with you Bella," he whispers, his tone cold. "So what was it then? What was it that you wanted when you looked me in the eye and told me to move on."

My heart is beating out of control, he's asking too much and not enough at the same time. I want to run, to hide from him, but I can't. My eyes flit to the door.

"Don't you even dare," he threatens.

I can't breathe. I can't fucking breathe. I gasp clutching my chest. My stomach rolls. I'm going to be sick.

Warm hands grab my forearms, his breath is on my face. He's not holding me for comfort. He's keeping me from running.

"Just be honest with me Bella," he says, his voice broken, scratchy and annoyed.

You're having a panic attack. You have to calm down!

I want to collapse into him. I want to kiss him and beg him to stay, to not want Tanya, to be with me. But what I want is impossible. I can't have him and keep him happy at the same time.

An impossible situation.

My fingers itch to grasp him, to lose myself in him.

"You're not good for him Bella."

Rage, white hot and all consuming flood through me. My vision is red. Everything is red, fucked up and unattainable.

I hate you.

Suddenly I'm thrashing against him as he holds me to the spot.

"Let me go," I seethe.

I want him gone, I want him to disappear. I want to be over this. Be over him.

My legs kick at him and he grunts. His hand lets one of my arms go trying to contain me.

The room echoes with a sharp sound. His face turned to the side, a red blossoming across his cheek as my hand trembles from slapping him.

My legs buckle as I fall to the ground as he stands there in silence. And the silence is suffocating.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

His fists clench at his sides.

"All I've ever done is love you," he breathes out refusing to look at me.

My eyes burn.

"And all you've ever done is break my heart," he finishes.

The room is quiet again, painfully quiet as his labored breaths and my sobs are magnified.

Memories of stolen kisses, hand holding under tables, knowing glances, skin on skin, begging, thrusting, wanting, and sheer pure need slam into me. His love for me is suffocating, his pureness and naivety pisses me off.

A bitter laugh bubbles up my chest and slips out of my mouth. And I can't stop. His eyes snap to me, fury filled and stance rigid.

"Ever the hopeless romantic," I sneer.

"Ever the coward," he spits right back.

We're doing it again, hurting each other and for what? To what end? When will I ever stop hurting him and myself.

"You're not good for him Bella."

An impossible situation.

"Go back to Tanya," I say getting up and turning my back towards him. "You shouldn't be here."

The silence stretches on and on. My chest hurts. My legs are shaky. Goosebumps erupt down my arms, a chill down my spine.

A crash and porcelain shards shatter to my right. My body is turned and slammed into a wall as Edward's body presses into me.

"I hate you," he whispers.

I hate me too.

His mouth is on me and it's all hot and wet. Teeth clashing and tongue tasting, fingers roughly ripping my shirt up, my own teeth sinking into lips that I taste blood.

He propels us to the bed as my fingers yank and pull on his belt. His hands grab mine and force them back to the bed, a growl erupts from his mouth. Wetness floods my core as I thrust my hips up meeting his erection. Teeth sink into skin, moans escapes our mouths. His hands squeeze my breasts so rough it hurts. A new wave of wetness floods my panties.

I want to crawl into his skin. I want him inside me.

His tongue licks up my neck, little noises fall from his lips as he frees himself from his pants. I'm gasping and panting. The pressure is too much, I'm so aroused it hurts.

"Please," I had begged, his head between my thighs.

His smile so bright as my hand tangles in his hair.

"Always," he breathes.

There is no sweetness present here, long gone are the days where we made love. Now all that's left is this, just another way for us to hurt the other.

His fingers shove my panties to the side coating themselves in my wetness.

"Fuck," he grunts. "You're so wet."

I arch into his fingers as he plunges his digits inside me. I gasp loudly and his mouth covers mine, his tongue slipping between my lips as he moans while pumping his length with his other hand.

He rubs the tip between my folds, and I nearly come undone. It's been so long, so fucking long since I've felt him.

"Fucking, selfish bitch," he growls as he slams into me.

I almost scream.

He thrusting hard and long. He hoist my legs over his shoulders and crosses my arms across my chest and leans down. The position is deep and so painful and amazing.

"You have two seconds to tell me you don't want this," he whispers in my eyes his tone cold. "Because I'm going to fuck you till you break like the bitch you are."

White hot rage fills me, but his words have me teetering on the edge.

This is wrong. I shouldn't want this, shouldn't be turned on by this.

I grasp his neck pulling him roughly towards my face.

"Shut up and get on with it," I spit at him.

He growls into my mouth and thrust into me so hard this time I do scream. He kisses me to drown out the sound.

"Shut the fuck up," he says covering my mouth his hand. "I don't want hear anything from you," he grunts as he speeds up.

It's all skin slapping, wetness and sweat.

The pressure against my spine begins to mount and I'm close. I'm so fucking close.

"Don't you dare fucking come yet," he sneers as he suddenly drags me to the side of the bed with him standing.

His hands wrap around my neck.

I can't breathe.

My body thrashes.

The pressure builds.

I can't fucking breathe.

His dark eyes invade my vision.

I can't fucking-

I'm falling over the edge, white hot pleasure courses through me, rolling in over and over again.

Edward's face goes slack, his hand looses from my throat as his thrusts become sporadic.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he pants his mouth open.

The rolls keep going, the intensity failing to die down.

"Stop, stop, stop," I beg as my orgasm keeps rolling into another.

But he doesn't stop.

And I don't really want him to.

He knows me too well.

He collapses on top of me still thrusting deep and hard.

"I love you, I fucking love you," he whispers.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I plead to him, holding onto him like he's going to disappear.

Finally, finally his thrusts slow down and stop altogether. We stay like this, him on top of me, inside of me, my arms clinging to him.

"You're not good for him Bella."

An impossible situation.

This will change nothing.

It changes everything.

Only you could take someone so good and make them a cheater.

Guilt, nasty and infectious spreads through my veins.

Now you've made him as awful as you. Happy with yourself?

"Dad saw us in New York," I confess.

Edward stiffens above me.

"You want to know what I wanted? It never mattered what I wanted." I whisper.

He's off me wiping himself off with my sheet before tucking himself back into his pants. His face is twisted, rage filled as he grabs his phone.

"Where are you going," I ask sitting up covering myself up with the sheet. My voice sounds so small.

He turns to me, all rigid and fist clenching.

"Did you want to leave me," he asks with a tight voice.

What?

"Just answer the damn question Bella," he demands.

I shake my head.

"That's all I need to know," he says turning towards the door opening it and stalks from the room, the door slamming behind him.

These two, they're going to be the death of me.

Please let me know what you think!

Get ready for Part Two, it's going to be one hell of a ride.