I cross my arms and raise my eyebrows, staring at Edward and Rosalie. She tosses her shirt at me that she managed to slip off right as I came in.

Rosalie fakes a pout, "what's the matter Bella, you don't want to share?"

She slowly walks over toward me and I stiffen, standing straighter.

"You really think I wouldn't find out about your little rendezvous with Em?" she hisses into my ear.

I swallow the lump in my throat and smirk before returning a whisper of my own, "go ahead. Then we both can keep it all in the family."

I wink at her, scowl at Edward, and turn to leave without another word. Neither of them follow.

I walk into the nearest bathroom and take out the few items of makeup I have in my clutch. if this is the game, I'll play. I clip my hair back and apply a layer of deep red lipstick. Satisfied, I walk back toward the dance floor. My eyes locked on Emmett, dancing with yet another desperate woman. I push her to the side with out a word and get into the beat with Emmett, taking him off guard. He grins, and I make it all a little more naughty, grinding my hips into his, brushing us together. He creases his brows and pulls me off to the side, scanning the crowd.

I laugh, "If you're worried about Rosalie, don't. I found her trying to get into Edward's pants."

I snake my hands up around his neck and he puts his over mine, stopping me.

"She what?" He yells over the music.

I look up at him, "They're in the back. She knows about us Emmett, she didn't seem to care, just wanted to get to Edward."

His jaw tightens, I cannot understand why he seems so angry. He locks his gaze with me before feverishly crushing his lips against mine. I couldn't help but feel he was beginning to unleash this anger on me. Then again, I didn't really releases his hold on me long enough to scoop me over his shoulder, carrying me with one arm towards one of the private curtained areas. I let out a playful yelp as he smacks my thigh just below my ass.

"Where are we going?" I call out.

"I'm hungry," he replies before gently tossing me onto one of the oversized couches and closing the curtain.

I quickly sit up straight and clear my throat, a chill going up my spine, "...hungry?"

He flashes me a grin and raises a brow, "figuratively speaking. Do I need to clarify?"

I bite my lip and nod, teasing, "please, I don't know exactly what you mean..."

"You Bella, I'm hungry for you," he takes the clip from my hair, allowing it to spill over my shoulders. A look in his eyes so intense, leaving me very intimidated.

He gently pushes me back on the couch so I'm propped up on my elbows. I watch him intently as he slowly inches his hand beneath my dress and up my thigh until he reaches my panties. Ripping them off with ease, he tosses them behind him and pushes the fabric of my dress up until I'm exposed. He parts my legs and runs his face over my entire area, inhaling sharply.

"Divine as always Miss Swan," he manages to breathe out before sliding two fingers inside me quickly.

My breath catches in my chest, "you waste no time Mr. Cullen."

He smirks as he lowers his face and flicks his tongue out against my clit, "We have all the time in the world."

My eyes roll back into my head as I moan out with each stroke of his tongue. I lay back, unable to support myself on my elbows any longer as all my energy is nearing climax.

"Emmett," I cry out.

He responds by speeding up his expert fingers and gently sucking on my clit as I explode in ecstasy, gasping for air. He smiles and lifts up from my waist, wiping the edge of his mouth.

I smirk back at him, "satiated?"

Without a word, Emmett lifts me up, hitching my legs around him and pushes me back against the nearest wall.

"I'm just getting started," he groans out against my neck, pushing me back harder.

I furrow my brows slightly and whisper out to him, "remember, I'm fragile."

When he pulls away from me, his expression is dark, almost scary.

"Stop talking Bella. I'm not going to break you," he gives me a dark smile and I frown.

His face lightens and he hesitates, "don't you want me Bella?"

He loosens his grip on me a bit and trails kisses along my neck, I reply "you know I do, but I feel like you're trying to...punish me because you're mad at Rosalie or something."

He unfastens his belt, lowers his jeans along with his boxers and frees his eager shaft.

"Rosalie is nothing to me," he says.

"Bella it's you, you just drive me crazy. I'm sorry," he glides a finger along my slit, "I think we can agree I have the same effect on you."

I bite my lip and nod, still uneasy of his attitude, but unable to deny him.

"Emmett, I just..." I breathe out, stopping as he slowly slides into me.

I moan and lean my head back against the wall. With his free hand he lifts my head back towards him and slides his tongue along mine in a deep kiss. He guides my body up and down, his cock filling every inch allowed. I moan against his mouth and he walks us over to the couch. He puts me down and brushes my hair to one side

"Bend over," he commands sternly.

I pause for a moment before getting onto my knees and glance back up at him. He hitches my dress up and smacks me from behind roughly before grabbing my hips and sliding back into me.

I wasn't sure what had gotten into him or if I liked it but at the same time it was so good.

I moan loudly as he slams into me a few times before slowing his pace to agonizingly slow. I grip the cushions beneath my hands and bite my lip preventing too much noise, or so I hoped.

"Faster," I whisper out.

He tightens his grip on my hips, picking up his pace and I groan as he pulls all the way out, teasing me slowly as he guides himself back in.

"Emmett, please," I plead, my body on overload desperately searching for release, only to have it taken away as his pace dies.

"Shhh," he demands, "you're mine Bella, mine. Not Edwards, anymore."

I bury my face into the cushion attempting to muffle my moans as he keeps up a quick pace I asked for. He groans out as he finds his release soon after mine. I lay there, too exhausted to move. He pulls his jeans up, my dress back down and scoops me into his arms and tucks my hair behind my ear, holding me close.

"Promise me," he whispers.

I hear Edward calling for me in the distance, suddenly remembering where we were.