Chapter 2!! I'm impressed with myself

The fantasy - BPOV

Chapter 2 – Undisclosed desires

There had been many times I had feared for my life, with being, unbalanced, but never had I feared this much.

Edward's snarling increased in volume and I started shaking. I started shuffling backwards on the bed, further away from him, as he started moving forward.

"Why haven't you cleaned the house?" He growled out in anger, inching towards the side of the bed I had recently been on. I felt the edge of the bed and stopped moving back, to save myself from falling off.

"I fell asleep after cleaning in here." I whispered shakily.

"So you haven't done the dinner?" He spat raising his right eyebrow. I shook my head slowly.

Edward's eyes gained an evil glint and a cocky smirk lit up his face. He put his fists on the side of the bed and I stopped breathing. "So what does this mean?" He said calmly, but it was just a façade.

Before I could reply he had jumped onto the bed and grabbed me, turning me around so I landed with my head to the pillows. He grabbed me roughly by the upper arm and started violently shaking me. I could feel his sharp fingernails digging into my arms. I had yet to wait to feel the blood oozing out.

I started whimpering as he continued, "Even a simple common whore could have completed such a menial task like this. You're lucky I keep you around even though you're useless. Someone else could of chose you and you could be dead right now!" he spat.

Tears streamed down my face as heavy sobs racked through me, through it all, I managed to scream out, "I'd rather be dead than here!"

He suddenly stopped shaking me and looked down at me with horror in his face. He started gathering me in his arms, and I tried to get free. My attempts were futile. He lay on his side of the bed and tucked me in under his chin. He started rocking us slowly, shushing my loud cries and kissing my head. I gave in and grabbed his shirt in my fist, hiding my face in his chest.

He rubbed slow soothing circles on my back and I lengthily gained sense as the only thing left wrong with me was tears streaming down my face.

"I'm sorry baby. I shouldn't have said that. I love you so much, please don't leave me…. I'll do anything to keep you with me forever…. Without you I can't be me. You're my reason for living." He whispered brokenly. I leaned forward and started kissing his chest through his shirt. He moved his hands down to the bottom of my tank top and started lifting it. I sat up so he could pull it fully off.

He sat up too and I started unbuttoning his shirt. "You're the only one for me baby. No one else will ever be the same." He cooed into my ear as he started undoing the clasp on my bra. Once I had undone all the buttons on his shirt, I pushed it off his shoulders onto the floor and ran my hands down his well defined chest. He slid my bra off my arms and threw it across the room, as he leant forward and started kissing my neck.

I reached down and removed his belt and unzipped his trousers and he knelt up with me so he could slip my skirt and underwear off. He pushed down his own trousers and boxers, flinging them somewhere, and all we were left in was our nudity.

He lay me back and hovered above me. "You're so beautiful, Bella." He admired with a small smile. I looked up to him and hooked my arms around his neck and he leant down and kissed me.

It was a kiss full of desire, want and need. He lightly nibbled on my bottom lip and licked it, asking me for permission which I granted immediately. One of his hands slid down my body to my pussy. He started pinching my outer lips and then slowly pushed one digit into me, and I was still sore from earlier and moaned. He took that as a pleasured moan and inserted another digit. He started pumping me faster and I could feel myself nearing my climax when he all too soon took them out and replaced them with his dick.

He pushed in slowly, filling me to the brim, and pulled out just as slow. I started moaning in time to his inward thrusts and he picked up the pace. Soon he was going so fast the headboard was knocking against the wall. I could feel my climax nearing again and I saw white explosions in front of my eyes. I could still feel him thrusting inside of me and with a loud and long groan he released inside of me, moaning my name.

He collapsed above me and we were both panting hard. This was the first orgasm id received off him in a long time. He cleared his throat from above me and growled out, "Now make dinner. Best be done in fifteen minutes or you'll have worse than what's already coming for you, Isabella."

Terror and fear ran through my veins before I moved out from under him and to the door, where my short bathrobe was hanging, I pulled it on before flying out of the door, but not before I stubbed my toe on the door frame shouting "Fuck" as I ran down the stairs.

I ran into our modern stainless steel and white kitchen as I opened the large fridge freezer, grabbing the marinated chicken breasts and salad ingredients.

I put the chicken breasts under the grill to cook and grabbed a knife to cut the salad. I started slicing the cucumber into perfect slices. Edward was a perfectionist and got pissy if it wasn't how he wanted it. I cut the peppers, tomatoes and was halfway through the lettuce when I heard a crash upstairs. I gasped and slammed the knife down harshly.

I also cut my hand.

A stinging sensation shot through my arm as I looked down at the gash. I have made a long cut all the way over my palm that was about quarter of a centimetre. I looked around for a spare tea towel to wrap around my hand as I heard thudding coming down the stairs. I found a cloth on the opposite work top but as I grabbed it I dropped it.

I knelt down to get it as edward came over and grabbed my wrist of my cut hand and yanked me up.

"What did you do?!" he spat in my face, looking at my gory hand.

"You dozy bitch! I should get a replacement! You don't deserve to be here! What was that picture of your parents all about, Hm? Who owns you now? I DO!" He said throwing my hand away. "Hurry up with my dinner. You can throw yours away. You wont be eating tonight. Go upstairs and go to sleep." He shouted, walking out of the kitchen into the dining room. I grabbed the towel off the floor and walked over to the taps, washing away the blood. The cut didn't look as bad afterwards; it was a clean cut and would heal nicely, leaving no trace.

I wrapped the cloth around my hand and tied it, I would replace it with a bandage later. I put Edwards's dinner onto a plate and poured him a glass of red wine to accompany it. I carried the plate in my good hand and the wine in my cut hand shakily.

Edward glared at me as I shuffled through the doorway, trying not to drop his dinner.

"Hurry up Bella, I've waited long enough." He ordered.

I bravely took the last 2 steps to the table and set his food down. He looked up at me and scooted his chair back. I looked down at the floor in fear.

"Bella, sit on my lap." He said coolly. I shyly and slowly made my way round and sat on his lap, leaning away from him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. I stared at the door waiting for him to give me my leave. He leaned closer and kissed my temple. I looked down at my hands, which I had placed in my lap.

I could feel him breathing steadily on my cheek, "I'm sorry baby." He whispered, "I'm sorry but you deserve this. You know what happens when you defy me." He tapped my other cheek." Look at me, baby." I looked up into his piercing green eyes. The eyes I thought I was all too familiar with. "I'm doing this for your own good. Because I love you." He finished with a small sweet kiss. "I love you."

"M'love you too." I mumbled.

"Now go upstairs and go to sleep, I wont be too long." He said with another small kiss. He patted my behind to stand up and I walked to the bedroom without looking back.

That night was one of the many nights I cried myself to sleep.