A/N:

Once again, if you're not over 18 then you can't drink, and you might want one with this chapter, and I'm not talking a Coke, so keep on moving along there.

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Chapter 4

Edward's playlist:

"The Hand That Feeds" – Nine Inch Nails

"Fight Inside" – Red

"Fell on Black Days" – Soundgarden

"I Hate Everything About You" – Three Days Grace

"Again" - Flyleaf

"Believe" – The Bravery

"Edward? What are you…?" It was then that I realized Yours was gone. "Where's Yours, what happened to him?" I looked up to see Emmett turn from me to Edward, and my gaze followed. He was staring at me, his expression torn, his lips pressed together.

His red-delicious lips…

Fuckincredible.

Tantalizing.

Infinitely kissable.

"Holy shit!" The accusation came out as part of as gasp, as the realization came over me. "You're… you're…him!" Fuck me sideways.

Edward's hand went up and through his hair, which was surprisingly hot considering it had been under a mask for the last hour or so. I didn't want to look at him, but I couldn't stop as glimpses of both Yours and Edward flashed before me – Edward's fuckme smile that first time in my office, the first time I saw Yours kneeling, my finger running over lips, Edwards lips in his office…

If my head wasn't pounding, I would've smacked my own forehead.

"Bella, I need to get you out of here. We'll discuss…that when I get you where we're going." He said with a glance at Emmett, who turned to look down at me.

"Go with Edward, Bells, he'll take care of you while I take care of…" his chin jutted out toward Jasper, "him." My eyes followed his over to Jasper.

"Jesus, Em, what the fuck did you do to him?" I said, looking at Jasper's still unconscious form.

"Nothing that he didn't deserve." Emmett's tone was unmistakable, and I got the feeling he would've done more if he could've gotten away with it.

I tore my gaze away from Jasper to find Edward still staring at me. His expression didn't hide his concern, and a sudden, unfamiliar warmth started to spread out from my chest, engulfing me. Edward and Yours, one and the same. It was like I was standing in front of an oncoming train, and only Edward was there, his hand was reaching out to me, and the decision I had only a second to make was to take his hand, or…

"Bella, do you think you can stand?" Although Edward's eyes were still holding mine, I forced myself to look back at Emmett.

"What? Yeah. Of course I can stand." I pulled my feet up, noticing my shoes were missing, as Emmett's arms started to pull me up, and the pain shot through my back and my head, causing me to stop and fall back against his arms, which only caused more pain. I hissed as Emmett set my ass back on the floor. My head was spinning as my hand reached for my cheek, sharp stings surged up to my eye.

"Emmett, Edward…" I panted. "M-my back, m-my…" The twinkling stars returned to the edges of my vision, my neck suddenly incapable of holding up my head, and Emmett's arm causing more pain as he slid it up across my back to catch it.

"Edward, quick, get that robe behind the door. You're going to have to carry her out of here and it's better if she's unconscious for it." Emmett barked.

"Bells, I'm going to pull you up by your arms. You may not make it up, but I've got you. Edward's gonna get you out of her, ok? You'll be safe. Can you hear me?" I tried to focus on Emmett's face.

"Yeah."

"Okay, deep breath." I obeyed as Emmett's arms left my back, causing me to flinch, and his hands latched onto my upper arms.

"Put your feet on the floor." He directed, as I brought my head up to look at him.

"Got it," and I pushed my feet against the floor.

"One, two…" Emmett's strong hands pulled me to my feet, and the dizziness was nothing like I'd ever known, "three." His hands gripped my upper arms, holding me up, as a robe came around me.

"Bella, I'm sorry about the pain I'm going to cause you." Edward said behind me, as an arm went behind my knees, and another went around the middle of my back, and Emmett's hands left my arms. My body was hoisted up in the air, and I couldn't help but cry out.

I tried to open my eyes, and when I did, it was his face that I saw, those perfect lips, those emerald eyes looking down on me, their pain, his pain, almost as bad as mine.

"Edward, I'm…I'm all…yours." I whispered to him.

"You've got that backwards, my Queen." He whispered back. It was the last thing I heard.

XxXxXxXxXxX

A gentle swaying woke me, and I realized I was either on a really bad waterbed, or somewhere on water. The cheek that wasn't bruised rested against a superbly soft pillow, my arms spread out on either side of me. Someone had taken off every vestige of clothing, because my naked skin touched high-quality sheets. I blinked my eyes as they opened, adjusting to the light.

Where the fuck am I?

"Bella?" Edward's voice came from beside me, and he slid down the bed on his side to see my face. "Don't move too quickly yet. I put some numbing cream on your back and your cheek. As soon as you're ready, I'm going to have you take something for the pain." He was wearing nothing from what I could see, and I let my eyes wander down to see black Calvin boxer briefs.

"Do me a favor?" I asked.

"Anything." He whispered.

"Just touch me. Somewhere. Anywhere. So I know I'm not dreaming." His smile and accompanying chuckle made me smile back, and I only felt a slight tinge on my cheek. I closed my eyes as I felt the backs of his fingers run over my chin like the softest feather, his fingertips carefully brushing the hair from my face, then gently across my shoulder and down my arm. There was something comforting in his touch, something I'd never allowed myself to feel before. I wasn't afraid of it, I craved it, and it was unlike anything I'd ever known.

"Tell me what happened." I asked keeping my eyes closed.

I felt him move closer to me, his hand slowing going over my lower back, and I noticed there was no pain where he touched, just tiny sparks that went through me.

"You remember Jasper coming in?" I could feel his eyes on me, anticipating my reactions.

"Yeah." I mumbled.

"You were about to pass out when he threw you to the floor. You banged your head pretty hard, but then he started hitting you with the cane." Edward's hand went slowly over my skin.

"I only remember the once." I didn't know if it was my pounding eyeball, or the feel of Edward's hand over my skin, but I was finding it hard to concentrate.

"That's good, because he kept at it, even after you were out. I was…I couldn't…Emmett came storming through the door and took him out with one punch. God Bella, he kept hitting you and I couldn't..." I opened my eyes to see that his were clenched shut. I moved my hand down slowly to touch his cheek, running my thumb over it. The pain over my back was not nearly what it was, as movement again reminded me of being on water.

"Where the hell are we?"

"Mmmm, on my boat," he said nonchalantly.

"You…you have a boat? How did you get me on a fucking boat?" I brought my hand back and curled my arm up next to me.

"Yes, I own a boat, actually Emmett and I do. It was quite simple, actually, much easier than I thought it would be. You were unconscious, so I carried you. Anyone I saw just thought you were drunk and passed out."

"Wait, you and Emmett own this? How…?" Suddenly I remembered something I'd heard.

Don't worry, I have someplace I can hide her. I'll call Dad if I need to, but I know what to do.

"Emmett and I are brothers, Bella." Brothers? Holy fuck. It was probably a good thing that Emmett and I had never…

"You have a fuckton of explaining to do…Yours." I sighed.

"Yeah, I do, but there's plenty of time for it." He said, getting up slowly. "Stay right here."

"And just where the fuck do you think I'm gonna go?" I lazily threw out. He laughed a hot as hell from-the-gut laugh, as I watched him slide off the bed and walk away. I turned slowly to my side, only feeling a little sting, and looked around. If I was on a boat, then this was a decent size bedroom on a pretty big boat. I could only imagine what the rest of it looked like.

"Here. Take these now." Edward said kneeling next to the bed and holding out one hand with some pills and the other with a glass of water. I reached for the pills, again feeling only a slight sting, and then the water to wash them down. I handed him the glass and once again put my head on the pillow, my hand underneath it.

"You're staying put for now, Your Majesty. I'm your servant, and your ass is mine until I say so. Are we clear?" he smiled through the order, as he climbed in next to me, once again putting his hand on my back.

"For now." I smiled closing my eyes. "Edward?" The jostling underneath me told me he had moved closer, and I opened my eyes again to see his face next to mine. "Thank you."

"Anything for you, my Queen." As he said it, he leaned in and softly touched those beautiful lips to mine.

I spent all of that first day on my stomach, only getting up to go to the bathroom. While Edward's attention never wavered, I drew the line at the bathroom, telling him I could handle taking a pee all by myself. There were just some things I never compromised on. On one trip, I happened to see my cheek and the nice purple bruise that covered it, along with my eye. I looked like I'd been in a fight. I had turned around to see my back: the skin of my shoulder blades where my corset hadn't covered had numerous red welts, some bloody, all over. Where my corset had protected me, there seemed to be only red lines.

"I'll fucking kill him when I get my hands on him."

"No need." Edward said from the other side of the door. I let what he said go, figuring I'd get to that part of the story tomorrow. Whatever he was giving me was helping me with the pain, but also knocking the shit out of me. Between the pills, the gentle rocking of the boat, and Edward almost never leaving my side except to get me food, I slept through most of the day.

By the second day, I attempted to shower, Edward offering to help. I didn't want him anywhere near me when the water first hit. I knew the marks would sting like a motherfucker, and I didn't want him to see…or hear… me like that. Although at first I smothered the whimpers pressing my lips tightly together, I was able to breathe through the pain and the rest of the shower. Edward, either because he didn't hear me, or for another reason, stayed silent outside the door. He gave me one of his tees and his underwear to wear, although I looked ludricrous because the things hardly stayed up on my hips.

Edward offered to help me to the front of the boat and I jumped at the chance to get out of the bedroom, even for a bit. I took a seat on a barstool alongside a counter as Edward made me another sandwich for breakfast.

"I never eat sandwiches for breakfast," I state matter-of-factly.

"Sorry, my Queen, but it's all we've got until Emmett gets here." He leaned over the counter on his arms.

"Emmett's coming?" I asked before taking another bite.

"Yeah. He's bringing over provisions and clothes for you." He said still watching me eat.

"Do you mind?" I said, not looking up.

"What?"

I put the sandwich down on the plate. "I feel like I'm on 24-hour suicide watch here. I'm not going anywhere, even though I could probably swim to shore."

He laughed out loud and left the counter for the built in bench seat on the other side of the room, lounging across it his head in his hand. The pose screamed fuckme, and nearly distracted me from the answers I had to have.

"What happened to Jasper?"

His playful expression of moments before turned serious. "He's been taken care of."

The slight tensing of his body told me he was controlling his anger, even though I could feel it all the way where I was sitting. "I had motions in the works even before that night. He had the audacity to show up at the office yesterday." He suddenly sat up, his elbows on his knees rubbing his fist into the palm of his other hand. Something told me it wasn't just me itchin' to beat the shit out of Jasper. "Emmett's guy could only get a disorderly conduct charge to stick. I had people at the office ready to fire his ass and escort him out. He's under investigation, but it's only a formality. He'll be going to jail, Bella."

I picked up my sandwich, now very intent on eating it. Edward new Jasper and I had been fucking. Would there be residual effects? Would I now suddenly be part of his mess? Or had he somehow fucked me for the last time and implicated me in whatever he was doing?

As if reading my mind, "Bella, you're safe; I checked. He didn't have time to screw with you, although I'm pretty sure he was figuring out how he could. I think when he couldn't find a way, he followed you that night. I think he was going to…"

Edward's pause didn't hide what I knew he was going to say, so I said the words myself.

"Kill me."

When he didn't say anything I looked over at him, taking the last bite of my sandwich. He stared at the floor, and his silence affirmed what I already knew. The food in my mouth suddenly became very hard to swallow.

"He didn't plan on it being me behind the mask, or my having told Emmett when I got there about earlier in the afternoon," he offered not looking up.

I flashed back to that afternoon and Jasper in my office. "He tried…in my office that afternoon…he tried to…assert his authority over me. I was so pissed at him for the way he acted in the meeting…I was so pissed at you for later on in your office…I didn't want…anyone touching me. He…he…" I couldn't finish, watching the scene unfold, remember Jasper's fury, but I didn't need to as Edward came flying off the bench. His hands came up to cup my cheeks. I wasn't crying, I never cried, but I was damn near close to it. I let my forehead fall forward against Edward's body, and his one hand went to the safe zone of my lower back, while the other held the back of my head.

"Did he hurt you?" Edward asked, his lips in my hair.

"No, not really," I sighed. "You know about him and me, and well, he…changed roles on me. It was…disturbing. He threatened me when I didn't want to, pushing me on my desk, shoving his fingers…" for some reason I couldn't finish, and Edward's chest rose, letting out a deep breath. "Rose's knock is what stopped him."

"Rose?"

"Yeah, we had a meeting. A legitimate one. She…I…" Edward already knew that too, so there really was no point. "I left her standing in my doorway and I asked her to reschedule. I wanted…" At that point in the day, all that I had wanted was to see…

"I wanted to…to see Yours. I was going to...take my day out on him. I wanted Jasper, your office…you out of my head."

"I was in your head?" Edward finally asked and I half-laughed.

"Yes you were, bright boy. I, um, was trying to figure out how to…never mind." I couldn't look up, but Edward's hand on my chin brought my face up to his.

"You were trying to figure out how to earn my trust in order to get me into bed. That was the whole bringing in the files thing. Am I right?" He smiled down at me.

"Well, yes, partly. That had been my…initial plan. But something…things changed. In your office." He let go of my face and took my hand.

"C'mon. Let's get you some sun and fresh air on deck while we wait for Emmett, ok?" I nodded, the sudden change in subject had me reeling, but I went along with it.

XxXxXxXxXxX

Emmett came, staying just long enough to make sure we were ok, leaving me a bunch of new clothes and underwear. I giggled thinking of Emmett in La Perla shopping for me. Edward had explained since we left everything in the dressing room when we ran, Emmett had my keys to my apartment, but neither he nor Edward felt right about going into my place to get clothes, so Edward made Emmett go shopping. He'd apparently done it before. I didn't want to know.

That night, over reheated Lou Malnati's pizza, I decided to get the rest of my questions answered.

"Edward, why were you there? Why were you…Yours?" I was sitting at the counter, and Edward was once again sitting on the bench. When I didn't get an immediate answer, I turned to look at him and I could tell he was trying to figure out how to answer.

"Just out with it, Cullen. Yeah, I've been through hell, but I'm fine now and you owe me that much." I owed him far more, but I wasn't going to admit it. If this was all some sort-of game for him, I needed to find out what his angle was.

"Actually, it was Emmett." He took another bite of pizza and I waited, rather impatiently for him to finish chewing.

"He…he told me about you. When I decided to accept the VP position, I realized I'd be coming to Chicago. Emmett spilled the beans accidentally one conversation, calling you Bella. I put two-and-two together when I was milling over the background checks I had done on all the upper-execs, and grilled him to get your last name. He is my brother, after-all, and I know where all of his weaknesses lie." He laughed taking another bite.

I almost choked. Edward had known all along. He purposely set out to…Emmett had told him about me.

"Why the dance, then? Why the whole 'I don't like games, Bella' at the office? We could've just fucked and gotten the whole thing over with." I said with a casualness I didn't feel. I stared at my pizza not wanting to look at him. I wasn't sure I wanted to hear anymore.

"Because, I needed to see the way you acted, the way you worked. I wanted to figure out exactly what Jasper, Rose, and you were up to. There were suspicions about Jasper long before I got there, but nobody could get it to stick. I needed to figure out whose side you were on, if you were involved, what Rose's whole role was. I didn't know if the three of you were in it together or…" He stopped just momentarily to pick up another slice of pizza.

"When you came to my office that day, giving me your reports of what you'd found, I still didn't trust you. But something changed that day. You came in with something else in your head, and you left…completely different, and not because of Jasper."

I looked up to find him staring at me, those penetrating green eyes waiting for my next word, my next move. Edward and I, in just the last few days, had established the initial countering moves of an elaborate chess game; it was now time to move my queen from the cover she had been hiding behind.

I dropped the half slice of pizza I'd been eating, suddenly not able to finish it. My stomach was suddenly churning. Edward wanted me to say aloud what I was yet unwilling to admit myself.

"But that doesn't explain why you felt the need to know me for…Heaven." I asked glancing up.

"Fuck, Bella." He said shaking his head back and forth. "Emmett and I own that club together, although I've never been there. Obviously, I had my needs met closer to where I used to live, and mostly in my home. Like I said, he told me about you, said you were…my type, although not in your…taste. But I…needed to…get to know you, I'm not sure I even know why, and so I…"

"You came in as anew submissive, requesting me?"

"Well, yeah. It was the only way I could figure out… besides, you would have never come to me as mine, since, well, that isn't your thing." He grinned.

"Hold on." I stopped to process what he'd just said. "I wouldn't have come to you as your…"

"Bella…" His grin faded as he stared at the pizza he was about to bite, until his eyes roamed the expanse between us and met mine, the perfect emeralds piercing through me. "I'm normally a dom."

I nearly fell off the stool, grabbing the counter with my hand to steady myself. Edward immediately noticed and was off the couch standing in front of me in two shakes of a stick. He held the counter with one hand, and I could feel his struggle over whether or not to touch me, but something in me wanted it. Craved it. He had thrown caution to the wind, subjecting himself to what he didn't want, what he didn't need, in order to…be with me.

"Why, Edward? Why?"

His free hand once again ran through that fuckhot hair, and I felt a tug of my muscles in my abdomen. I slid off the barstool to stand in front of him, grabbing his hand, marveling in his long fingers. Magic fingers that had touched me, made me come like I'd never thought possible. I let it drop, walking up closer, putting both hands on his chest. His arms were around me, his hands on my ass, and I couldn't wait anymore. My hand slid up, my fingers running through that hair, those emerald eyes meeting mine as I let the silky texture tickle my fingertips sending tingles down to my toes.

"Because Emmett said you were the Queen. I wanted to know everything about you, Bella: all sides, all worlds, all of you. I wanted to know the businesswoman and the…woman in the bedroom, because…because the King needs his Queen."

My eyes dropped from his, focusing on his chest, once again trying to process what he'd just said. This was seriously fucked up. So fucked up that somewhere inside me a voice shouted you're meant for each other.

I laid my head against his chest. "Well King, this Queen needs a…well, she doesn't really need a King, she prefers a Yours. But how about showing me your scepter?"

XxXxXxXxXxX

A flick of a remote had Edward's tunes blasting from a stereo, a selection I knew well. He didn't waste time getting me to the bedroom and ripping his clothes from my body. I wasn't sure how to play this new game of ours, two doms together was not in the playbook, at least not one I knew. But his kiss, his tongue spoke to me in ways no other had, and I was willing to go with it, although only slightly.

I knew he was trying to be cautious with my back, but I didn't want to be. I pulled his shorts down to his ankles and pushed him toward the edge of the bed, focusing on one thing and one thing only, that magnificent cock in my mouth. Being a dom, I was sure that would please him.

He sat down obediently, his hands on either side of him, as I knelt in front of him. I took him in my hand first, watching his face, as he breathed in with my touch. I licked up from the base of him and then over the tip, as his hand grasped the top of my head telling me what he wanted. I slowly slid my lips over him, going halfway, and then back out, my hand massaging what he thought I couldn't get to. Then, after enough teasing, I took him all the way in, and I could feel his thighs tense on either side of me, a low moan escaping him. His salty taste appealed to me like no other.

I could feel him building and was ready for him to come in my mouth, when suddenly he squeezed my shoulders.

"What's the matter?" I stopped sucking and looked up.

"C'mere." He started to push back on the bed, and I crawled up on the edge of it.

"Did I, was that not…?" I didn't even know how to ask if I'd done something wrong.

"Can you lie down and shut the fuck up? I want to play with you now." He smiled and took my hand, guiding me forward. I turned around and gingerly lay back, although there really was no pain, at least none that I could feel now.

The familiar fire grew between my legs, as his hand caressed over my skin, down between my thighs, his fingers grazing over my clit, and up my stomach to cup my breast. My hips rose from the bed when his fingers left the spot I most wanted them. He stretched one hand and then leg over me, hovering, searching, looking as if he wanted to speak.

I lifted my head up, wrapping my hand around his neck pulling him down. My tongue plunged against his, both of them fighting for dominance, as I felt his finger slide again over my clit to my entrance, sliding two in and out in rhythm with his tongue.

"My King," I panted. "Quit fucking teasing me. I want your dick inside me, and I'm not going to say please."

He reached toward the side of the bed, and I grabbed his arm, pulling it back. "Nuh uh, I'm good. You?"

"Just tested." He stared down at me for a millisecond and then hopped off the side of the bed, pulling my hand with him. I quickly moved to him and he spun me around, pushing on the back of my neck, just above the red marks, until my arms stretched out on the mattress for support and I was bent over.

Sweet fuck from behind.

With his one hand still at my neck, he slowly guided himself in to me, as if he were being careful, too careful. Until I felt his fingers on my ass and all I could think was faster, harder. His dick slid in and out of me, both hands clutching me, picking up the pace.

"Harder, Ed…m-my King." It was what he needed to hear, as he suddenly drove into me like a battering ram. Everything in me want to cry out, to scream, but old habits died hard, and my arms started to shake with the tensing of my muscles.

I recognized his sounds, his moans, from our first night, knowing again how close he was, so I brought my fingers to the spot, my spot, which would send me over. It was all I could do to balance on one bent arm when my insides started to squeeze around him. I held on, breathing through tightly clenched teeth, trying to…

"Ed…ward, I…" His name slipped through my lips, and I almost didn't realize it. But then I didn't care, loving the feel of it over my tongue.

"Bell…fuck!" With one last thrust, his hands gripped my waist, and my insides exploded around him. My forehead hit the mattress, the waves overcoming me, the tiny flickering stars once again behind my closed eyes. I felt his body rut into me once more, his muscles shaking where they pressed against my skin, and I could no longer support myself and started to fall forward, but his strong arm caught me. He held me tightly against him, my body limp, riding out his own orgasm. I was floating, suspended, until I felt him pull out, and he gathered me up in his arms. My back pain ceased to exist, as my head lolled back, every nerve ending zinging.

He laid me softly on the bed, my back against the cool sheets. It didn't hurt, nothing hurt, everything felt fucktastic and wondrous and….perfect. I grinned behind closed eyes. Edward Cullen was the fuck of the century.

"What so funny?" He asked, sliding in next to me, resting his head on one tit, while he possessively cupped the other one, running his thumb over it.

"Mmmm." The only sound I could make. Just like he had done that first night, I was again rendered speechless, senseless, merely existing. He kissed over my collarbone and up the side of my neck.

"Bella, my Queen, are you alright?" I barely heard him, even feeling through closed eyes that he was now looking at me, the warmth of his cheek having left my skin. It was as if all knowledge, all feeling, everything that I'd ever searched for came crashing together and burst like fireworks before my eyes.

"Edward, I …I said your name."

A/N:

AaaaHA! Everyone get the title now? *grins*

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