-1I.M.S POV
We stayed seated in silence. I'd shifted as far away from him as I could.
"Are you going to eat something?"
"Not hungry" I said. My stomach growled, disagreeing with me. He smiled slightly.
"Stop it!" I snapped.
"I don't want to" he said. He was mocking me!
"Edward…please leave"
"Why? What will that achieve?"
"Not what you want obviously. Go on Edward. Do whatever you want to me. I don't care anymore" I lay down on the floor, open for whatever he wanted to do. He frowned.
"Isabella. No. don't. I…don't want that. That's not why I'm here"
"So why are you here?"
"I'm worried about you"
"HA!" I laughed "You're not worried. You want to keep me alive to make sure that you can get satisfied for a bit longer! What are you waiting for? Just do it! Take me the way you want to! Do it and be done!" I screamed at him and he just sat there, watching me. Then he moved, to fast for me to see. It was like he disappeared, and the next thing I knew was I was pressed against the wall. Edward's hands were on my waist.
"The way your talking makes it sound like you're the one wanting this, not me"
"I can tell you want it" I said, still laughing, running my hand down his stomach to his crotch. He growled at me.
"What's the matter vampire boy? Can't handle the heat" I pushed myself closer, teasing him. Part of me was screaming at me to stop this. I didn't want this. Why was I egging him on?
"I think you're the one who can't handle it. You know you shouldn't play with fire, or you get burnt" he said, one hand dragging his nails along my scarred back. I hissed at the pain. He just smiled evilly at me.
"I can handle whatever you care to dish out. I mean, by what I've had so far, it's not strong like a wild fire. It's more like a tame little match" He picked me up off the floor, wrapping my legs around his waist. I pushed myself against him, as his kissed and nibbled along my collarbone.
"Are you sure you want to do that little girl?" he whispered "There's still time for you to be able to walk away"
"Aww…is the big mean vampire afraid he'll get hurt?"
"Right. You asked for it. I gave you a chance, and now when I'm finished you won't be able to walk" he tore off his trousers (I mean tore) and pushed me against the wall. He pounded into me, not repeating, just once going harder and deeper then any of them had before. I screamed, but this time it wasn't with the normal pain. He thrust further, then pulled out and I whimpered. What the hell is up with me?! He moved so he was lying down and I was standing over him, his hands on my shoulders. What was he doing? Then he pushed down so I was speared onto him.
"AH!" I screamed. He pulled me up off him.
"still think you can handle it?" he said, pushing me back down.
"Oh god!"
"Well? Do you?" he said, pulling me off and leaving me out for a minute or two before plunging me back on.
"Please…"
"You're not answering my question Isabella!" he said angrily, pulling me off, then pushing me down harder then before.
"Oh god…please…" He repeated his actions, bring his hips up to meet me this time. I felt him spill into me. He pulled me off and tossed me to the side.
"I told you, you couldn't handle it. Next time don't try to mess with the big boys. You'll just end up getting hurt"
"I wanted to prove one thing. You are no different from the rest of them"