Chapter 15

Why had she done such a foolish, foolish thing?

Isabella should have known better. Instead, she kept herself engaged in a barter that was going to end her up shit's creek. She could hear the bitter laughter of her brother in the background, mocking her decisions as she lingered in a dangerous place of no return. As soon as Edward had muttered the words of refusal to whom he thought was Bianca Manning, she should have departed, leaving him confused and bewildered. He would have been none the wiser.

But she wanted him.

And obviously he wanted her.

No, he wanted the money. That's the only reason he stayed.

So be it. He would earn his pay and they would both walk away happy. If that was at all possible.

Without thinking, she did as she were told and felt her body sink into the bed. Edward leaned over her, and she could feel his heat radiating like a candle's flicker.

"Are you ready?" he whispered into her ear.

Isabella almost chuckled to herself. "I am no virgin, Edward, as you surely know. Of course I'm ready."

But her nerves knew no such thing. His whispered breath tingled her earlobes, causing her to shiver.

Despite this being her bargain, she desperately wanted to move away. She kept her groundings, and dared herself to remain still.

"No, not for tonight," he breathed huskily. He moved her arms above her head, and she felt the boldness of his gestures in the way his hard body leaned onto hers. There was no softness anywhere, just the carnal understanding of the stiff muscle that lingered between her thighs.

"Are you ready for me?" he explained, thrusting slightly in her place that was already moistened and heated. "Are you willing to let me have all of you?"

Now exposed, he blew sweet gasps of air behind her ear and onto her collarbone. He held her securely in place, and she was in peril to his manuevering lips. Isabella could have stopped him, claiming to be fearful of her position, but her body reacted unpeculiarly. She ached in the most errageouness of places and her skin prickled in anticipation.

"Are you ready, Isabella?"

Between the groaning of her name and the wetness of his tongue on her neck, she jumped what felt like ten feet into the air. Yet she had only bucked against his own body. She gasped as his mouth moved in circles, nipping and licking her sensitive places. The tremors that shook through her were both icy and hot.

The opposing temperatures made her come to her senses.

"Have all of me?" she asked, tugging free from his grasp and pushing against his chest. "You can never have all of me, Edward Cyllen! And then what will I have left? No business to call my own? A father who begs of me to have an inheritance like a delicate child? Fortune in which I do not supply others with a decent living? That is not honor, Edward! That is not my legacy! I will lose everything if I so readily give you all of me. And that will never be so!"

Time spun in ecplises between them, and she waited breathlessly for his reaction. Isabella expected him to leave, as she had gone off the deep end when he was clearly just talking about sex. She knew that now, but it was too late. The boomerang of her words repelled back onto her, and she waited to be knocked off her pedastool.

Rather than start an arguement, Edward pushed Isabella back onto the bed. She had barely blinked, and in an instant, his boxers were gone and her legs were spread openly. Her heels dug into the restraining mattress as he aligned his body with hers. Pulling her lingerie roughly over her head, he penetrated into her, surpassing her moment to react.

"Is that what you think?" he spat bitterly, filling her without moving.

"That I want your money?"

"That I want your fancy cars?"

"That I want your business?"

Her lingerie remained bunched up on the sheets as she refused to answer him. His green orbs shot bullets of anger and passion.

Edward grabbed a handful of her hair, and thrust his cock hard into her, causing her to cry out. Isabella knew it was her body and that she was here in this moment, but she did not recognize herself or him. He leaned forward and plunged into her again.

"I don't want your money," he whispered, pounding into her roughly.

"You can have your car," he spoke through clenched teeth, impaling her deeper.

"And I certainly do not want your business," he ended, driving her body into the sheets.

Isabella could not move as he lifted up her head to meet his own. She heard nothing but truth leave his lips, and she surrendered her legs to wrap entangled around his. She asked the question she should not dare to ask, but also did not regret to mention.

"Then what do you want?"

She noticed his confused expression, the way his mouth opened and shut again. It was as if he wanted to say something...anything, but was held still by whatever demon was warring inside his head.

"Just this," he finally answered, and stroked his way in until she arched herself upwards to meet his thrusts. His arm slid beneath her back, drawing her nearer, but she did not feel his caresses. Her swollen breasts bounced in uncontrollable fashion. The screams she let out floated on euphoric clouds, tormenting her in ways that were nowhere near heavenly.

Edward covered her mouth with his hand, preventing her pleas for more. He grinded into her, burying himself into much more than her slick folds. He was also giving the one gift she refused to offer.

Himself.

He removed his palm from her mouth and placed it on her lower lips, pressing down onto her throbbing bud. Isabella thrashed from side to side, and he paced himself to her racing was too overwhelming, the circular motion of his fingers and his posession of her body, that caused her midsection to tighten.

Isabella bit his arm as pleasure crashed over her. Her spasms contracted every muscle and created shaking sensations that she could not control. Edward hardened and thickened, and she knew in that instant he was ready to reach his own peak. He suckled on her nipple and let out a gutteral groan as he pushed into her one last time and held his place.

Too incompetant to move a single fiber of his being, he crashed to her side, drained and exhausted.

Edward, unthinking in his motions, gathered her closer to his side.

Fatigue claimed Isabella, and she closed her eyes as well.

Before succumbing to sleep, she wondered if somehow the details of their arrangement had gotten jumbled.

It seemed as if he were the one consuming her.