SM owns it.
Thank you, Ham and Satan. Satan called me a HOOR so many times while working her magic I feel like I should be on a corner somewhere. There was also a TON added after Satan did her thing, so any mistakes are mine.
Gods and Monsters
9
"You know, you're fucking gorgeous when you come around me." I pump two fingers inside of her and listen, letting her moans consume me.
"Edward." My name is so faint on her lips, but echos so loud inside my head.
"I fucking love when you say my name," I kiss my way up her sweat soaked body, watching as her fists tighten around the sheets.
"Don't stop."
"Never." I reach her jaw and run my thumb across her cheek, before wrapping my fingers into her hair and crushing my lips to her.
"Oh god." She breaks away from me, we lock eyes, and all I can think is how fucking lucky I am to have her below me, just before I flinch back in pain.
"Fucking bitch." I snatch my arm away as she sinks her teeth into me and I grab her by the jaw.
"Aww. What's the matter, Edward? I thought you liked it rough." She laughs as my blood runs down her chin.
"Is that how it is?" I reach between her legs, shoving her thighs as far apart as they'll go. "You wanna play rough, Isabella?" Her eyes go wide, and she tries to scoot further up the bed.
"Don't touch me, psycho!" There is a trembling in her lip, but I can see the smile in her eyes as she watches me. I know how badly she wants this. She can't hide from me.
"This little attitude of yours is a turn on, baby." I give her a wicked smile and a wink, as I move back down her body.
"You think I'm gonna have sex with you?"
"No?" I slide two fingers inside of her again, biting the inside of my cheek when her ass lifts off the bed. "Cause you're awfully fucking wet for someone who doesn't want to have sex."
"Edward..."
"Tell me to stop, Isabella." In and out. I kiss her knee, sliding my tongue up her thigh. "You're gonna have to tell me, or I will fuck you. I'll fuck you while you're tied to this bed and I'll enjoy every single scream you make."
"You know I can't."
"You smell so fucking good." I kiss my way up her hip, letting my teeth rake over the bone and kissing the sensitive flesh.
I can't keep my hands off her. I never fucking could. Even when I'm not inside of her, I'm thinking about it.
"What you did with me last night. It was nothing but a lie. A mirage to keep me happy. Fuck you for making me believe the lie and fuck you for making me love you!"
"I didn't make you do shit. Stop acting like a miserable bitch who isn't getting her way for one fucking minute." Jesus Christ.
"You can't love something you want dead, Edward."
"I may never be able to love you, but you're so fucked up that you can't even think of being without me. You kept a goddamn file of me like it was photo album."
"That was none of your business."
"You wanted me to find that." I laugh at her, and she seethes.
"And you wanted me in that box. Dead." My nails dig so deeply into her skin as she speaks. It's the only way I can keep from reaching up and smacking her.
"That's just it. I can't kill you. I want to, so fucking help me, I've never wanted to strangle you so bad in my life as I do right this fucking minute. But I'm not." Even with my hand on her jaw the image of her neck snapping is making me hard as fuck.
"Only because you want me to fuck you."
"My cock buried inside of you is a valid reason to keep you alive, Isabella. I like my pussy warm, not cold." I shrug making her fight against the ropes even harder.
I hear the manic laughter bubble from her, and all I can picture is her covered in blood, staring at the hooker she tried to murder.
"Why in the hell did I ever love you?"
"I'm adorable. I don't blame you for falling for me. I'd fall for me too."
"If you untie me, I'll play nice. I swear." Another lie. Her mouth says one thing, but those once innocent eyes let me know she'd burry a knife so deep inside my chest I'd taste it.
"I told you, I like you better this way."
"You don't. You like it when I touch you. When my lips are on you. My nails clawing at your back. You may have liked the other women tied up, but you love it when I fight back."
"True. But there is something about knowing the bruise on your body, and the eventual scars, were made by me. If I thought carving my name on the inside of your thigh," I bite down on this inside of her leg, making her scream as I taste her blood in my mouth.
"Fuck!"
"I'd do it," I lift my eyes to hers, and run my thumb over the blood staining my lips. "I'd make you wear my name for the rest of you life."
"Sick bastard."
"Stop fighting me, Isabella." Let me control you. Own you.
"You'll never let me go will you?"
"No. I won't." My heart is pounding in my chest at the thought of her gone.
"I'm going crazy. That's what's happening. You've made me so delusional I can't even tell what's real anymore." She rambles.
"This," I push her head to the side and whisper into her ear as I pull down my boxers. "This. Us. We're real."
"Stop."
"Stop what?" My eyes turn cold as I look up at her.
"I have her blood on me."
"And yet you never complained before. I think you look beautiful." I brush my hand over the smudge against her chest. "You enjoyed yourself, Isabella. You liked the feel of that girl's pulse beneath your palms, of the way she looked at you, with pleading and desperate eyes." I kiss her mouth. "Believe me, I know that look."
"I'm not you, Edward." She tries to pull away from me, but my grip is steel against her jaw.
"No. You're worse than me." I chuckle as my hand cups her pussy, and my smile turns sinister as she moans. "I can feel your pulse, that wanting. Your body is begging for me to take it. You talk a good game, baby, but you want me inside of you just as much as you wanted that girl dead."
"Fuck you! Get the hell off me!" And another crack forms in a heart she doesn't believe exists.
"Fine. Fucking tease." I grip her chin one last time, knowing I'm leaving a bruise before pushing off her.
I don't even bother looking at her as I grab my knife and slice through the ropes. It takes less than a second for her to react and her wrist is in mine before she can launch herself off the bed at me.
Wrong move.
"If you hit me," I grit through clenched teeth as I take a step away from her. "I will tie you back to that bed and gag you. I won't play nice with you again, Isabella."
I move away from her, turning my back and reminding myself if I stick this knife in her stomach, it'll only piss me off more.
"Where are my clothes?"
I grab the closest thing near me, my boxers and a t shirt, and throw them at her.
"When you're done, leave." I exhale a shaky breath and I close my eyes. Images of her blood and her body covered in plastic accost me. Her screams fill my mind and a deadly smile graces my lips.
"What?" She stops cold and spins around with wide eyes.
She's scared, and it's doing nothing but fueling my anger.
"I'm two seconds from slitting your throat and painting this room with every ounce of blood in your body. You wanted anger? You wanted to see who I really am?" I ask, stabbing the counter and turning toward her. "This is what I am. This is who you fantasize when you're alone at night. Would you like to stick around and enjoy it? Or do you want to stay alive?"
"I just wanted out of the ropes."
"Fucking liar. It's pathetic. You pushed me on purpose. You always do." And yet I crave the lies.
"I don't." I know she does.
"Stop with the fucking lies!" I scream and I can feel the wood beneath my fingers begin to splinter as the last bit of control I have slips away from me.
"I love you."
"That's not enough right now." Please go.
"Edward. Please don't do this. I just got you back." She pleads as tears slip from her eyes.
"I said get the fuck out!" I rip the knife from the counter and throw it at her, watching as it sticks into the wall beside her head.
"You'll regret this."
"Oh no, baby. You will." I laugh as she slams the door behind her.
Don't kill me, okay? Remember I love you guys LOL.
We're almost at the end! I'm thinking, if Edward can stick to the original plan, 3 more chapters.