Bella

I vanish from the kitchen, out of my mother's sight. I can't bear to be around her any longer. The way she always sweeps the floor with me, and the way she talks to me as if I'm a child makes my skin crawl. Seeing her talk to Edward the way she just did? God, that makes me want to hold up a mirror for her. It's like all her humanity and decency have simply left her. There's only one thing that matters to mom right now. Money. Money and power.

Must be sad to lead such a superficial life.

I brush my teeth and brush out my hair before I try to zone out in bed with a dumb movie in the background.

I get comfortable and sink deeper into my pillows, the silk of my nightie luxurious against my skin.

Even though it's warm inside because I refuse to sleep with the air conditioning on, a shudder runs through me.

I wonder if giving Edward that note was taking it too far. Does he really want to risk it, getting caught by my mother?

"Hey." Rough fingertips and a soft voice wake me up. The television is still on, the end credits rolling down the screen.

I must've fallen asleep somewhere between the middle and the end of this stupid romantic comedy.

When I blink, he gets into focus, the ambient lighting from the fairy lights along my headboard casting a golden hue over Edward's face.

"Hey," I breathe.

"Sorry I woke you up," he says, his voice barely a whisper. We're down the hall from the master bedroom, after all.

"You didn't," I blurt out, brushing away the hair that's stuck to my lips.

Edward chuckles.

"I hate to break it to you, little doll, but you were snoring adorably just five minutes ago."

I arch my brows.

"I do not snore," I huff.

Another chuckle.

"I guess you don't need me to tuck you in, after all, do you?" Edward licks his lips, eyes zeroing in on mine before his gaze trails lower.

"Damn," he breathes, his fingers replacing his green, green eyes as they linger on the lace trim of my nightie. My chest is barely covered, one spaghetti strap falling down my shoulder. "You're so fucking beautiful," he says.

I don't quite know what to say.

"Daddy?" I sit up straighter, knowing all too well my tits are out as lace brushes my hard nipples.

"Yes, baby?" Edward's voice is almost a growl, dark and low. Dangerous. Sexy as hell.

My hand finds his, and I clasp it before guiding his warm palm over my right breast. I let out a content sigh at his touch, at the roughness of his hands on my sensitive skin, his thumb and forefinger pinching my nipple.

"Are you here to fuck me, daddy?" I ask innocently, batting my lashes.

Edward lets out a grunt and bites his lower lip.

"As a matter of fact, I am," he starts, his palms kneading my tits more aggressively. I bite back a moan. "I'm here to absolutely demolish that little pussy of yours."

"God," I sigh.

"Not God, sweetheart," he chuckles. "Daddy. Daddy's gonna do that, all by himself. You're gonna feel so fucking good you'll never need another cock, ever again."

I swear I almost come undone by his words alone.

"Please."

"How can I deny such a good girl's wish?" he grumbles as his mouth replaces his hands. I throw my head back, the sheet sliding down my body as Edward climbs up my bed.

I yelp when Edward overpowers me and traps me down onto the mattress, his large body caging me in. One of his hands clasps over my mouth as he shushes me softly, before he licks my neck slowly.

"Shh, baby," he says. "Gotta be quiet, right?" he goes on. "You know, so mommy doesn't hear you getting fucked, okay?

I nod furiously as Edward peppers my exposed skin with wet kisses. He bites me, making me gasp, and slaps my cheek softly when I need to be reminded that I have to be quiet, still as a statue while he devours me completely.

I'm so turned on it hurts, the frustration from earlier tonight making my pussy ache and throb.

The air around us grows thick and heavy, laced with lust. It swirls and swirls, engulfing me, strangling me with its intensity.

I squirm beneath Edward, his grip tight on my wrist, the other leaving a scorching path up my thighs until he's bunched up the silk around my waist.

"Are you ready, little doll?"

I moan when he cups my pussy. I'm swollen, so wet my thighs are sticky. My eyes roll back when Edward forces my legs apart and traces the path from my clit to my pussy. The wet sound makes me even more eager.

"Please, daddy. Give me your cock. Make me yours," I pant through gritted teeth.