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A/N:

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So I said last chapter that there will be revelations here, unfortunately while I was writing this one I had difficulty incorporating these revelations in their honeymoon, so I decided to postpone it for later. But the good news is, since this story is not an angsty one, it will come sooner than you'd be expecting.

Anyway, this is a continuation of their honeymoon, so expect it to be steamy...or at least I hope it is. :D

I really really hope you enjoy reading this!

See yah at the end.

CHAPTER FIVE

BPOV

How the hell did this happen?

I was now on my back with Edward lying on top of me, both my hands were above my head. He was using one hand to hold it together firmly and was looking extremely satisfied with himself. I bit my lip as I watched him lick his, trying my best not to show that I was turned on by his actions. He was holding my knife with his other hand, turning it around with his fingers as he continued to look at me with dark, lust-filled eyes.

"Well, babygirl, let me see what you are hiding under this robe of yours," he murmured against my jaw before moving to open my silk robe with the hand clutching the knife, skillfully avoiding cutting me. "Hmm… very sexy," he said as he checked out my lacy purple bra and its miniscule panty pair I put on while he was sleeping. He slowly flattened the knife against my skin and slid it to the front clasp of my bra, cutting it open with the flick of the sharp knife.

"Holy shit," I gasped in shock as the cold metal hit my heated skin. His talent with the knife was arousing me even more causing wetness to seep from my core. I closed my legs and rubbed them together for some much needed friction, but Edward had another idea and placed one of his knees between my thighs to nudge them open. He did the same with the purple panties as he did the bra, cutting the string holding the sides together with just a flick of the knife, effectively removing and tossing the scrap of cloth to the floor.

"Now that we have that out of the way," he whispered in my ears, throwing the knife over his shoulder to join my bra and panties on the floor. "We can resume where we left off last night, Mrs. Cullen."

Edward calling me Mrs. Cullen seemed to affect my girly parts as well, making me tingle all over. He released my hands as he slowly made his way back to my neck, giving soft open-mouth kisses to the sensitive skin. He was now preoccupied with my neck so I took the chance and slowly moved my hands down to his thighs and grabbed his balls. Hard.

"Shiiiiit!" he yelled, as I started to squeeze harder causing his face to contort in pain. I released his boys, quickly stood up, closing my robe that he forced open and turned around to face him. He was kneeling on the bed, his face buried in the mattress, mumbling numerous expletives that I couldn't understand, while holding his balls in his hands.

I smiled a satisfied smile as I waited. When he was controlled, he rolled over so he was now lying flat on his back. I returned his glare with a smirk. "What the hell was that for?"

"That was for last night you asshole!" I snapped at him, still clutching the belt that tied the robe together. "You thought I wouldn't make you pay for that shit?" I smirked. "After that, I can now say we're even."

I blew him a kiss before turning around to go into the bathroom.

Fucking asshole! Thinking I would just forget about the fucking inquisition last night. He had another thing going for him if he really thought I would just let that go. This marriage didn't give him the right to fucking control me.

I removed the robe and what was left of the bra before going inside the posh bathroom to have a much-needed bath. I turned on the taps and stepped under them to let the hot water wash over me. I was rubbing the shampoo on my hair when I felt Edward join me. He was naked as the day he was born and clearly over the shit I just pulled in the bedroom.

"Let me do that," he said, but made no move to touch me, waiting for my affirmation. I was hesitant to let him touch me in anyway, not after that showdown we just had a minute ago. But being in a confined space and starting an argument with him would not have a good ending for me, so I reluctantly agreed.

It seemed as if I was completely being compliant nowadays, no thanks to him. It was really starting to piss me off because I didn't want to be that way. He continued rubbing shampoo on my hair while massaging my scalp at the same time. To my surprise and utter irritation, I found I was immensely enjoying it. This continued for a couple more minutes before he decided to turn me around, bending towards me so he could look me directly in the eye.

"I didn't sleep with her," he turned the taps off as he examined me with the most serious expression on his face. I frowned at him, trying to decipher what he meant for just a nanosecond before realization hit me. Fucking shit! I ignored him and started soaping my body. He was so silent the whole time allowing me to finish my shower.

"Did you hear what I said?" he asked, a hint of irritation clear in his voice. "I said I didn't fuck her! I needed for you to stay away from me, so I did that." I continued to soap my body and quickly rinsed so I could get away from him. I was not interested in his desire to confess what he insisted he didn't do.

"Bella," he started, but I interrupted him.

"Don't!" I told him, displeased at yet another disastrous conversation with him. I stepped out of the bathroom and grabbed a towel to dry myself before snatching the robe I discarded earlier to cover myself up. Stupid asshole bringing all that shit from the past!

My hands were trembling, a notable sign that the shit he was attempting to start was affecting me. Not bothering to dress, I went inside the room to call room service, intending to have my breakfast or lunch, as it was almost that time of the day, brought up to us. I knew I should have been hungry since my last food intake was the night before but I wasn't. However, I needed the distraction, and food was the best option right now.

After placing the call, I turned to find Edward leaning on the doorframe, already in tight dark jeans and a yellow shirt. His feet were bare and for reasons I couldn't explain, I found that incredibly sexy. I gulped and tried to mask my thoughts with a frown. His unwavering stare unnerved me so I pulled my gaze from him to my toes.

"Bella, I need to tell you," I heard him say with supplication. My anger, which was already brewing a steady steam, was now in full appearance. What the hell is this?

"What good do you think it'll do Cullen, huh?" I asked him, seething. "You want to dredge up all that shit I already put behind me? How fucking considerate of you!" Oh my God. He can't expect me to relive that horrible time in my life.

"You as my wife owe me that," he stated arrogantly. He did not just go there. "Our future depends on it."

"I don't owe you shit!" I spat at him. "And what future are you talking about? We have a business agreement, nothing more!" I was livid. "You know, I am already starting to regret marrying you Cullen!"

I didn't intend to say those words because I didn't know what I would do if he decided to back out of our deal, but my personal issues as well as my annoyance to his provocation prevented me from thinking or speaking rationally. He advanced towards me; his look was murderous as he spun me around. He seemed to have grabbed a tie during my internal musing because he was now effectively using it to tie both my hands at my back. He then pushed me down on the bed, lying on his side next to me. "God, you are so stubborn! Sometimes I wish I could kick your ass!"

"Just try that, Cullen!"

"Babygirl, stop calling me Cullen," he said with a smirk on his lips. "Remember, you're also a Cullen now. And I prefer you to call me Masen," he said with a wink.

I scowled at him. He was such an asshole! "Goddammit, you're insufferable!"

He looked at me with a frown on his face. Please God, don't let him come another inch closer to me. His proximity had dangerous effects on me; fucks up my concentration and makes me submit easily to his wiles. Take the night before for example: instead of beating the shit out of him for demanding to know how many men I fucked, I unintentionally told him I had not been with anyone else, only serving to satisfy his already enormous ego that led us to yet another round of hot, sweaty sex. After all that, he still managed to pin me underneath him again. Fuck my life!

"Hmmm," he said seductively as he ran his finger in between the exposed skin of my chest. "Do you think all of this between us is just business?" He slowly opened my robe to expose my naked body. "You think there will never be anything between us except business, babygirl? It'll be extremely pleasurable for me to prove to you otherwise." I tried to wiggle, showing him I didn't agree to what he was about to do, but his hand on my hips prevented me from doing much else.

He slowly made opened mouth kisses from my jaw, to my neck, and down to the valley between my breasts. He licked the skin there while he pushed the robe off of my shoulders, removing it completely and leaving me bare before him. He lifted himself up to give my body a once over before leaning forward to take one nipple in his mouth as he rolled the other one between his thumb and forefinger. He flicked his tongue around my nipple, making me whimper against him and arching my back to give him a better access. He shifted his attention to the other breast and gave it the same affection as the first, all the while making the moisture seep between my legs.

"Shit," I tried to remain passive and hold out on the moan that was threatening to break through my lips, but when he bit down on my nipple, the whimper of pleasure escaped my mouth. His other hand began to slide down my stomach, his rough hands causing my skin to tingle from its light touches. His hand moved towards the inner portion of my thighs. His thumb made small circles on the sensitive skin there, which caused another rush of moisture to pool out of my hot core and onto the sheets.

"Oh my, my," he said smugly when his fingers finally made contact with my pussy, "You're so wet babygirl." He then proceeded to rub my nub with his thumb. "Is this the way you touch yourself?"

"Please…Oh," I mumbled, not caring whether I proved myself wrong again. Shit, shit! My desire spiraled out of control. He continued with his ministrations, already knowing what I wanted but choosing to ignore it.

"Tell me what you want," he whispered in my ear, his hot breathe against my skin arousing me a little more. He teased my entrance with his middle finger.

"Please don't tease," I begged. "I need to feel it inside."

Without giving a response he inserted one finger quickly followed by another and started moving them in and out of my center. I was bucking my hips against his hand to show my need of deeper penetration.

"Faster!" I moaned and wiggled because it was all I could do with my hands tied behind my back. He curled his fingers and I could feel the pressure in my stomach spike. "Holy….fuck!"

"Does that feel good, babe?" He rasped out as he continued to fuck me with his fingers, increasing his pace by the second. His fingers were hitting the right spots and my walls started to quiver shortly thereafter as I felt the tension build.

"Fuucck!" I screamed in pleasure as my body exploded, my walls contracting around his fingers. He was watching my face with hungry eyes; his breathing was heavy as he fought to stay in control of his own desire.

"God Bella, that was so hot!" he said hoarsely as his fingers started to move within me again. "Watching you cum was incredible," he slowly raised his fingers to his lips, sucking them greedily as I watched him enjoy my juices. He smirked and looked oh so satisfied with himself. "So wife, you still think it's all business shit between us?" He mocked me and raised his brow in challenge.

I closed my eyes so he would not see confirmation. It had already been established just by a touch from his hands that he drove me crazy and that didn't make for good business. I sighed in frustration when I felt him press against me. What had I gotten myself into?

"Bella, I already told you in the shower," he said softly as he nibbled my earlobe. I struggled against his weight and the tie around my wrists. "It's up to you. You can ask me why and I'll tell you."

"Edward, I can't," I said as I fought the feeling of hysteria building. I didn't want to talk about it, yet.

Never did I contemplate the past that I thought was gone and buried would be slapped right back in my face, even if I did go through with marrying the man that caused me so much pain. Maybe I had deluded myself into thinking that we could just start anew, never to revisit the memories of the time we had together.

I didn't even think for a second that anything that had happened before may have been false. I was too scared to ask the questions because I wasn't sure I wanted answers; answers that would no doubt still hurt deep in my heart. Well, goddamn! Even if he were willing to tell me the reason he lied to me, if he was being truthful, I would still be livid because that would open a new set of questions that I would need answered, and I didn't think I was ready for that yet.

He raised himself so he could see my face clearly. He reached out to touch my cheeks, but I turned my face to the side to dodge his touch. "Please, don't do this now. Whatever the reasons for your actions-" I saw the pleading look in his eyes, "it won't change the fact that we are here now, in this fucked up situation." He sighed in resignation.

"Okay. We'll talk about this another time," he said in defeat. He untied my hands and rubbed the area where the cloth chaffed my wrists. "So, are we still going to the Bahamas?" He smiled a small smile.

I was not interested in continuing our honeymoon anymore. "Can we…can we not go? I'm really not interested anymore," I asked, biting my lips. I could feel his burning gaze, and I averted my eyes to the ceiling. I felt his hand rub my hip so I pulled my gaze back to him.

"You know I'll give you whatever you want, babygirl," he tenderly said, his eyes soft. "Say the word and it's yours."

I gave him a forced smile; however, I brought my wall back up because I was already afraid Edward held my heart in his hands yet again.

"I'll cancel our trip to the Bahamas," he informed me as he released my chin and walked towards the door that would lead him out into the living area. He turned to me slightly and said, "We can always continue this honeymoon in Chicago." He grinned smugly and left the room before I even got the chance to give him my reply.

I stood up slowly. God, what am I doing? Why did I go through with this? I was so fucked. I couldn't keep my feelings and my body separate. There was a reason I refused to sleep with anyone after Edward. I didn't feel anything remotely close to what I felt for him, and anything less wasn't good enough to satisfy the carnal cravings of my body. I wasn't too upset since I didn't have the drama in my life that goes with having a sexual relationship with someone.

Edward was different than the rest. Every time he was close I felt like a fucking horny teenager. I loved that he couldn't get enough of my body. He was always ready for a fuck. Oh Bella, just admit that you're a slut when it comes to him. I groaned. What am I gonna do? I married him to protect my family. He said he married me for my body, but I also think he had a vested interest in Washington.

How can I say no? That's what I agreed to. I made it clear that he could fuck me whenever he wanted to, and God knows I wanted him to. I dropped my face to my hands. I was so fucked.

ooooooooOOOOOOoooooooo

We were in flight to Chicago, having left Seattle around 3:00 p.m. I knew I was going to have to settle into a new life in Chicago, but I was a bit skeptical about it. I was sheltered and pampered my entire life and the separation from my family scared me even though Quil would be with me in this new city. Rosalie cried when I said goodbye earlier, making me more depressed than I already was. She was only appeased by my promise that I would be in Seattle at least once a month.

The cabin of the plane was filled with Edward's posse, who gathered around Edward as he settled on the couch at the far back of the cabin. I opted to sit up close to the pit and read a book I brought with me and tried desperately to focus on the story rather than on thoughts of Edward. I sighed and closed my eyes, eventually gave in to the exhaustion from the day's activities.

When I awoke, the plane was descending. We were soon disembarking and on our way to wherever he decided to take me. The limo stopped in front of a high-rise building and Edward urged me to exit. He then took my hand and led me to the elevator. So I guess this is his home. He remained silent the whole time we were in the elevator; his men followed us in silence. We stopped at the 33rd floor where we were greeted by security who was posted outside the door to Edward's penthouse suite.

The apartment was huge and with the double-locked steel doors, looked to be completely secure from any form of threats that could cause us harm. Marcus and Seth were the only ones allowed inside since they were the most trusted and loyal men he had. Quil was now included in that circle.

Edward gave me a quick tour of the suite and insisted I be acquainted with every room. When he was satisfied I saw everything I needed to see, he spoke to Seth before he pulled me towards a long hallway. We approached another carefully concealed steel door and he pushed it open to reveal the master bedroom. A living area was set up in one corner of the room; the sofa appeared to be warm and inviting. In the middle of the room stood an extremely large bed that could easily sleep five people. I saw the bed and imagined him tangled in the sheets with another girl. That thought made my blood boil. I quickly turned around to confront him.

"Is that bed clean?" I asked him suspiciously.

"What do you mean Bella?" He asked with a knowing smile playing at his lips.

"That better be a new bed," I informed him, irritated by the jealousy I was feeling on thoughts of him with different women. "Don't expect me to sleep there if it's not."

"Well, if you would like to know whether I brought women here and fucked them on that bed," he was saying matter-of-factly, as he continued to look at me smugly, "the answer, babygirl, is no."

As I released a breath I unknowingly held, he laughed and said, "You are adorable when you're jealous."

"I am not jealous!" I stomped my foot at his suggestion. His grin widened, completely amused by my reaction.

"You're the only one I'll be fucking on that bed," he rasped out. "And I would love to start that now."

After his seductive suggestion, he spun me around and pulled me to him to kiss me roughly. He forced his tongue into my mouth and fought for dominance against my own. My hormones were fucking with my own desire to stay away from him. Damn it! My hands involuntarily snaked their way around his neck and I slid my fingers through his hair.

He squeezed my ass and pulled me to him. I could already feel his massive erection rubbing against my stomach. He pulled his mouth away and proceeded to remove my thin blouse and skirt, leaving me standing before him in only my bra and panties. He stopped for a moment to admire my body.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he muttered before ravishing my mouth again, his tongue stroked my own and sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I desperately tried to remove my bra without success so he stopped kissing me long enough to pull the front clasp effectively ripping it and exposing my breast to him.

"Don't worry, I'll buy you a new one," he whispered hoarsely as he nibbled my ear, his hands slipped inside my panties to palm my ass. I clung to him, holding his shirt in my hands while he kissed my neck and chest causing bolts of electricity to course through my veins. He walked us towards the bed while his lips never parted from mine. He pushed me onto the bed and he undressed before me as I lay there staring up at him. He had an angel tattoo; a naked girl with long hair, a halo and wings etched on the left side of his chest. His tattooed arms contained artwork that wasn't discernable from this angle.

He deftly removed my panties before he crawled on top of me, kissing and sucking on my neck until I was sure he had left his mark on my skin. His continued to kiss my neck and chest as his fingers slowly drifted to my mound. He massaged my clit with his thumb as he slid one finger inside me. I involuntarily bucked against his hand as he added an additional finger, sliding in and out until I cried out in pleasure; my muscles clinched around his fingers. He suddenly removed his hand and stood up from the bed. He then pulled me to the edge leaving my ass barely hanging off the side. He pushed my legs apart with my feet planted widely on the bed. He stared down at my completely exposed center.

"You've got the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen," he continued eyeing my very wet core with intensity as he licked his lips. He rubbed his fingers roughly on the pink lips. "This is fucking mine!"

With that, he dropped to his knees and put his head right in front of my pussy. He blew his breath against my lips causing me to gasp as another wave of desire ran through me. I knew he could see the moisture already evident around my heated core. He dipped his head and inserted two fingers inside while he licked the slit from bottom to top.

"Masen…..ungh," I moaned loudly unable to control the name I called him. Control was impossible around him, especially when he was making me feel like we were back in New York. His finger continued to massage me inside as his tongue swirled around my clit, making me buck my hips against him in a silent request for more. His wrapped his arms around my ass and pulled me closer to him causing my legs to open wider. He took that as an invitation to continue to ravish my already seeping mound. He used his mouth to suck my clit in addition to his relentless finger fucking and I reached my peak again. I could feel juices leaking down my ass from my second orgasm, but he refused to let the juices go to waste and began to lick me dry while moaning and growling his satisfaction.

He stood up and eyed me for a moment before shedding his boxers completely. My eyes shifted from his face to his hips. God, his cock is really beautiful! If I didn't know any better, I would have been concerned that it wouldn't fit inside me. He saw my focus on his steel erection, grabbed it in his right hand and started massaging his shaft in front of me.

"You want my cock inside you, babygirl?" he asked in a raspy voice while he increased his ministrations on his cock. I nodded and bit my lip in acknowledgement.

"Good because you're about to have it all inside you," he informed me as he bent down to align it against my entrance. "Hard. Fast."

He held his cock as he slowly inched his tip inside, but he stopped to gather my ankles and spread them wide in the air. He kept his hands around my ankles and he plunged deep inside my center.

"Fuuuckk!" We both shouted simultaneously from the intense pleasure of having his cock inside me. He started to thrust steadily in and out; his eyes remaining on mine the entire time. He maintained a fast pace, rotating his hips to hit my sweet spot, making me whimper and moan against him in return. His continued to thrust as I felt the coil deep inside begin to tighten as he pushed me to the edge once more causing my pussy to constrict around his cock.

I ran my hands around my flat stomach before moving them to cup and tease my breasts.

"Oh God!" I cried in pure ecstasy, our moans carrying throughout the room. He was still hard inside me as he slowed his pace in order to prolong my orgasm. Just as the final wave of ecstasy hit me, he whispered, "Babygirl, I need you to turn over."

I crawled onto bed with my ass in the air as he settled behind me, his hands gripping around my slim hips.

"Is this alright?" he murmured against my back. I nodded as he slammed into my hot, wet pussy. Shit, that feels good!

"Baby…oh….so tight….so…fuck!" He moaned incoherently as he plunged in and out of my pussy, his thigh slamming against mine. He softly bit the sensitive skin of my shoulders the force of his thrusts increased. I felt his cock twitch as my walls tightened around him once again. He continued with his rhythmic pounding until I felt another orgasm building. "Again baby! One more!"

"Make me! Fucking make me!" I shouted as a response to his cry to cum again. His plunged his cock hard and fast as I felt the tension increasing again. He bit down on my shoulder as he thrust harder than ever before. The pain together with his hard pounding sent me soaring higher than I knew possible; milking him as he gave in to his own desire to release. He continued to slide in and out allowing us to ride out our release. His sweaty body sliding against my back letting me feel his heavy breaths. He groaned and reluctantly removed himself from inside of my body as he laid down next to me. He reached to pull me close and turned me around so I was now facing him.

"Jesus, baby girl, you're going to kill me," he said with a sated look on his face, still trying to catch his breath. I grinned at him as I tried to even my breathing and looked at him with a smug smile because I came to a realization that I had the same effect on him as he had on me. That was one thing I definitely planned to use to my advantage.

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