Hey, everyone! Here's a late night update. I'm beta-ing this story myself, so there might be some errors. When I say "might" I really mean there are some errors somewhere, I'm sure of it. So please don't judge me too harshly. Here's a look into Edward's mind over the past two chapters. I think my next chapter will be in Edward's POV as well. I know he seems like a bit of a bastard, but that is also kind of the point. I really think this Edward is going to majorly grow on you, so thanks for giving him a chance!

EPOV:

As soon as I see her angelic face from across the room, I want her. She looks out of place compared to the other women-soft, innocent, guileless. I ache for her in a heartbeat. I want to feel that slick heat between her thighs. I want to sheath myself inside of her and never come out. She is so perfect-I need her to be mine.

I rub my cheek across the soft, naked breasts of my companion-a woman with red hair who looked far more appealing moments before-before seeking out Charlotte to ask her for the price of the exquisite beauty across the room. As I inquire after the girl, the redhead-whose name escapes me-tries her best to gain my her full breasts still make my lips wet with desire as I remember the way her pink nipples felt against my tongue, she pales in comparison to the new girl who calls to me.

"I will take her instead," I inform Charlotte.

Charlotte turns, appraising my choice with an almost confused look, before turning her face back to me and nodding. I grin at my good fortune, happy that no other male has claimed her for the next hour or so-for I'll be taking her for the entire evening. I cannot bare the thought of another man touching her. I want her appearance of sweet innocence all to myself. I hand the topless redhead my drink, before brushing her off my lap and rising to my feet. With determination, I walk across the room toward my new companion for the evening. Even beneath her heavy clothes, I can tell that her frame is lush and her skin is a perfect cream. I cannot wait to get these clothes off of her. I want to see her completely naked before me. I want to trail my tongue over every inch of her beautiful skin.

As soon as she is within my grasp, I reach out and take ahold of her hand in mine. There is a spark between our palms and I grin, knowing if I feel this sort of reaction to her now, it is going to feel incredible when I am buried inside of her. Buried inside of her… what I would not give to push her down onto the steps, push up her skirts, and sheath myself into her tight, wet center between her thighs. I practically yank the young woman up the steps with that thought of her in mind.

Pulling her into the first vacant room I can find, I quickly shut the door and lock it, happy to finally be alone with this beauty. I hear her erratic breathing behind me, and I wonder if she wants me as desperately as I want her. My length is straining in my pants. As I turn around to look at her, I realize she is the most beautiful punk I have ever seen. So beautiful… so pure in appearance, I wonder what she is doing in a place like this. But as the spirits and desire course through my veins, I decide to pay it no mind. I need my release. I need to be inside of her sweet body. I need to forget about everything that has been weighing on my mind since my talk with my father.

Growing frustrated-as I always do when I think about my parents declining health and the estate I am to inherit-I pull at my cravat and walk toward the bar. I need more ale and I need a nice warm body. I turn to look at my girl for the night and find her standing skittishly, as if she has never been locked in a room with a man before.

"Shall I get you a drink before we start?" I ask, wondering if a nice drink would calm her nerves.

She blushes, at what, I do not know. Curious girl. I cannot wait to see that flush again as I am moving inside of her. I wonder if she would flush beet red if I licked that delicious spot between her legs… I suppose I can soon find out.

"You are a shy little bird, aren't you?" I comment as I stalk toward the bar in the corner of the room and grab a bottle of ale and a glass. I pour until my glass is almost full, then take a very long drink before looking back at her. "Well, are you going to undress?" She flushes again, and while I would usually be annoyed at this inexperienced behavior, I find it almost endearing at the moment. Usually, I love a woman who takes charge. One who would be on their knees before me with my length in their mouth while I finished my drink. But this girl… this girl is something different. This girl needs me to take her. While she is not acting on her lust, it feels her eyes until they are practically on fire. I finish my drink and stalk toward her.

As soon as I reach her, I trail my fingers across the bodice hiding her magnificent breasts and brush my lips against her neck. She moans and I feel my length stir in my trousers. Fully dressed, this woman already has the power to completely unravel me.

"God, you are so expressive," I tell her as I reach out to palm her full breasts. I pinch one of her nipples through the fabric and she yelps in response.

I can't help but smile at this girl. I can tell that her responses are not faked. While I know what I am doing when I am plowing into any of the women here, their reactions never please me-which only makes me give it to them even more harshly. I want to inspire a real response, not something rehearsed. I want to move in them like no other man has. With this shy little bird, I feel like all of her responses are authentic. Every time I nip her neck or play with her sensitive nipples, she moans as if a man were touching her for the very first time. We either have incredible chemistry-which I am feeling flowing between us-or she is a very good actress. Either way, I have never been more satisfied.

"You make me so hard, little one," I tell her as I straighten up and rub my length against her stomach. "Undress," I order, needing to see her naked flesh. I leave her for a moment to pour myself another glass of ale.

As soon as my drink is poured, I turn to watch her slip out of her clothes. She is just as divine as I thought she would be. Even curvier than I thought she would be. Her breasts are full, almost too full compared to her small waist, and as I watch her, I wonder when was the last time she had a decent meal. Maybe I could take her home with me? Feed her, keep her as my mistress in one of the cottages on my property? No one would ever have to know about her, and I could visit her every evening. I am sure my father would give me quite the verbal lashing if he ever found out, but even if I did bring a punk home with me to make her my mistress, that would not hold a candle to the acts my younger brothers have done.

As soon as she's fully naked, besides a small necklace hanging between her heavy breasts, I smile at her. She is perfection and I want her so desperately.

"Is it your turn to undress?" she asks timidly.

With a devilish grin I cannot help, I reply, "Of course. I can't do what I want to do while I still have my clothes on."

Her eyes widen as I undress and when she licks her plump lips in desire, I feel like a king. I am used to women looking at me with lust in their eyes, but this woman… this one makes me feel like I am the only man in the world to her. This woman looks at me as if I were everything she ever needed. My dick grows harder. As soon as her eyes drop to my length, she stiffens.

"Are you all right, little one? You look stricken." My tone is teasing, although, I am curious about her nervous expression. What does she have to be nervous about?

I cross the room and pull her into my arms, my length brushing against her stomach as I kiss her. My lips work against hers until I feel lightheaded with desire, and then I pull away to breathe. I push her gently onto the mattress, enjoying the way her breasts bounce as the mattress sways a bit under the weight. I join her on the bed, crawling up her body until I am hovering over her. I press my lips against hers and my tongue darts out of my mouth and trails along her body lip, begging for entrance. As soon as she permits it, I slip my tongue inside and kiss her with all of the passion I have in my body. She kisses back, but seems hesitant, almost as if she was not sure as to what she was doing. It is endearing. Maybe she is trying to role play with me. How innovative and endearing. Yes, I will be taking this woman home with me. I will stash her away and give her the life she deserves. A life far away from this place.

I can practically hear her heart hammering in her chest as I slip my fingers inside of her wet core. She is tight-so incredibly tight I can scarcely believe it. I cannot begin to dream of what she will feel like around my length. Her moans are the only sound in the room. They are the most beautiful sound I have ever heard.

"You enjoy this, don't you, little one?"

She cannot seem to form words, so instead, she nods. And I smile as I continue to play with her tight, wet box. My body fills with pleasure as I watch her climax on my fingers. Her eyelids flutter, and her head is thrown back against the pillow in ecstasy. Finding now to be the perfect time, I mount her and push my length inside of her. She feels so incredible I can't think of much else. She is tighter than any woman I have ever been with. The way her core grips my dick has my body running wild with lust. I cannot slow down, my hips buck into her with a speed my body sets.

"God, you are tight," I moan against her neck. "I have never been with a woman who felt so small around me."

She is quiet for a moment, before she cutely asks, "Is that preferable? Are you all right?"

I choke on a laugh at her question. "It is better than 'all right'. I want to bury myself inside of you and never leave."

Before she can respond, I press my lips against hers. I feel her body begin to relax and her thighs open up for me even further. I rock inside of her until I find my release and then I come with a roar, climaxing harder than I ever have. There is something about this girl… something about her that drives me mad with desire. We make love for the rest of the night, until she falls asleep in my arms.

~A Rogue's Desire~

I wake up the next morning as the light streams in my room from the window. I know I have overslept and will have to make up some excuse for my behavior. Although, I am not sure why I go through such great lengths to appease my parents. My father must know where I go every night-he must know the means of how I chose to spend my time. I am unmarried and I enjoy sex just as much as any man. I know he has his mistresses, too, so he cannot judge my merit.

I turn to my side and feel for my lover. I open my eyes as I feel nothing other than soft sheets and pillows. Where has she gone. As I sit up to search the room for her, the door of my room swings up and Charlotte comes barrelling inside.

"Did you enjoy yourself last night?" she asks, her accent so harsh I almost have trouble understanding her.

"I did indeed," I state blandly as I pull the sheets around my waist and step out of bed to gather my pants.

Charlotte's eyes widen as she appraises the bed before she turns to me with a sly smile. "I suppose you'll be paying me extra, Mr. Cullen."

"Why is that?" I inquire as I turn away to step into my pants.

When I turn back toward her, reaching for my top, I follow her gaze to the mattress. There are blood stains in the center and I frown. With my head throbbing, I can barely make sense of what this means. Was my lover from last night… was she an innocent. She seemed inexperienced, but I had thought it was an act. Had I truly taken her virginity? I suppose the evidence is staring Charlotte and me in the face.

"I had no bloody idea," I spit out, almost wondering if this is some scheme Charlotte thought up to get more money out of my pockets. I would not put it past her. She is quite cunning after all.

"Well, that doesn't change a thing, mister. Rules are rules," she tells me with an unapologetic shrug.

Feeling sick and disorientated, I throw some coins on the bed and move to finish getting dressed. I cannot believe that beauty had given me her virginity. Who knew virgins could be so passionate in bed? From what I have heard in the past, they are always so boring and frigid. But my partner from last night had been anything but that. She had been more passionate than any woman I have ever been with. So eager to receive and to reciprocate, giving herself to me completely. I was satisfied with her-well, I was more than satisfied. I am so impressed with this woman. So utterly taken by her. I finish dressing and wonder if she is still here in the house somewhere. I want to find her. I want to take her home with me.

"Where is the girl?" I inquire as I pass Charlotte and move toward the door.

"I watched her leave in the early hours of the morning. But she will come back, sir. They always come back. She needs the money after all."

She left! Well, I shall return tonight and find her. I will take her with me. A cottage on my estate would be far preferable to a whore house.

"What is her name, then?"

Charlotte shrugs, and I wonder if she is withholding the information on purpose. "Why don't you return tonight and ask her yourself? I haven't spoken to the girl."

Tonight. I'll return tonight and steal her from this place. The thought of another man touching her makes me ill. She will be mine.

A/N: So, Edward is a bit of a bastard. But he is well-meaning… way down deep. Like I said, I really think he will grow on all of you. As the majority of the people who have read this story before the rewrite already know. I'm glad you all are enjoying this by the way. Like I said before, I honestly don't think I would have ever finished it if I didn't come back and rewrite all of the chapters. Some things will change, but I promise, it's all for the best. See you next update!