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I vaguely registered the footsteps retreating from behind the door, as Edward's fists clenched at his side. At least I had managed to get rid of the Twinkie twins for the time being. My focus now, needed to be on calming down the man about to blow in front of me. My mind was telling me to run, but I knew that I would never make it. Instead, I rose slowly to my feet, never taking my eyes off of him. Before I could make another move, I was suddenly thrown into the door behind me, with Edward's hand wrapped around my neck.
"You're mine!" he hissed in my face. His grip was tightening to the point where it was making it hard to breathe. "And I'm not letting you go. I thought I could. I swore to myself that I would let you go if that was what you wanted."
I felt tears trickle out from behind my eyes as Edward spoke. I could feel his hot breath on my face and his nose skimmed across my cheek where the tears fell, but I wasn't afraid of him. I was more afraid of him leaving me.
"But, I can't," he whispered. He let go of my neck, replacing his hand with his lips. "I'm not letting you go. Not now. Not ever."
I was so relieved that I began sobbing. I moved my arms around his neck and pressed myself into him, wishing that there were no clothes separating us. For a moment, he let me hug him. He wrapped his arms around my lower back and molded me even further to his body. Then he was gone, pushing me into the door once more.
"But fucking Christ!" he yelled. "Is it going to be like this every time? Am I going to have to fucking brand my name on your forehead?" I flinched violently as his palm came crashing down against the door right beside my head.
"Is it?" he yelled, gripping my chin in between his fingers.
"N-no, Edward!" I whispered. "I swear it's no-"
"It better not be," he said, his voice now void of any kind of emotion.
He let go of my chin abruptly, then slapped me across the cheek. Hard. For a split second, I didn't even realize what had happened. Then the searing pain ripped through my face. He didn't hold back on that one, that was for sure.
"Don't be a slut," he said.
I cupped my burning cheek in my hand, willing the tears that sprang to my eyes not to fall. I stood there staring at Edward, neither one of us blinking. His eyes were opening slightly, and I could see his chest and shoulders rise with every deep breath that he took. He looked like he was starting to calm down again somewhat.
"Open up, man!"
A loud voice rang throughout the silent room, making me jump about a foot in the air, followed once again by a loud banging on the bedroom door.
"Just open up the door and talk to me for a second," Emmett said. "Then I'll let you get back to it."
Edward pinched the bridge of his nose and jerked his head to the side, gesturing for me to move away from the door.
"He wants to make sure I'm not going to wind up in a jail cell," Edward chuckled darkly. "Go sit on the bed and we'll finish this in a couple of minutes."
Without waiting for further instruction, I quickly went to his bed and sat down, crossed legged. Edward swung open the door and walked out of the room, slamming it shut behind him, and leaving me completely and utterly alone. My fingers played with a loose thread on his comforter, my eyes never straying from the spot. I don't know how long I was alone, but my cheek was throbbing in pain, my tears leaving spots on the blanket, and my anger was quickly beginning to rise. We were in the middle of sorting this shit out and he just left? Ordering me to sit on his bed, waiting for him to come back and grace me with his presence, like a fucking scolded dog?
My anger was back in full force, and I knew I wouldn't be able to control my emotions or mouth once he returned...if he returned.
"Fuck. This!" I said out loud, jumping down for the bed. I was no one's bitch. I made it to the door and swung it open, only to come face to face with Edward.
"Babe, go back inside. I'll be right there," Edward said sounding calm.
Too bad I was going to get him going again.
"I want to make something clear for you," I said, pointing my finger at him. "I'm your girlfriend, not a fucking dog that you can say 'stay' to. All you do is yell and you never let me speak! No, it's not always going to be a fight with me. I wanted to be honest with you and tell you what went on at home, and yet you flip like it's my fucking fault," I said as I took a breath.
"Bella, shut up! Edward's calm. Why would you get him going again?" Emmett asked as I glared at him.
"You shut up. This would've been over with already, if you and his nosy-ass sisters didn't intrude on our thing. I'm not scared of Edward, so you all can mind your own damn business!" I said.
Sobs coming from beside us made me look over quickly. Alice and Rose were huddled together, tears streaming down their faces. They looked terrified, but I was no longer rational enough to try and make them feel better.
"None of you," I said pointing at all four of them, "know me or know what I've been through! I met James when I was fifteen and I thought he was the love of my life! He was the coolest guy I had ever met. He was twenty-three and he had his own place. He scared me so bad at first, but that quickly went away. I know guys like Edward. I crave them!"
"Wait, James is twenty-five?" Rose asked.
"Yeah, but that doesn't matter," I groaned. "What I'm trying to say is that I know how Edward works and the three of you interfering can make it worse. I can handle him," I said as Rose nodded.
"You've got your hands full with that one," Emmett said shaking his head at me.
"Fuck you! No one asked you!" I said as Edward pushed me back into his room.
"Don't push me," I said pushing him right back.
I was fired up and I didn't think I could stop. I didn't even know that I wanted to stop at that point.
"Knock it the fuck off!" Edward said, pushing me harder.
Of course I stumbled and fell into his room. "I'm sorry, guys. This is over, I promise," Edward said as I kicked him in the leg.
He slammed the door again and as he locked the door. I stood up and headed toward him.
"You are so stupid! I'm going home. I'm so over you," I said as I picked up my bag.
"Baby, stop! I need you. You are not fucking leaving!" he said as he grabbed my bag and threw it across the room.
I sat on the floor and tried to catch my breath. "Tonight was bullshit!" I said as I rubbed my still burning cheek.
"Maybe to you, but not to me. I'm so sick of hearing you say his name! James this and James that! God, it is such bullshit. I don't want him near you, and now you tell me he's going to be here in Forks? That's bullshit, Bella! Although, with him being twenty-fucking-five, I doubt I could ever compete," he said as he sat on his bed.
"Edward, I will do anything for you, but you have to have some trust in me. Right now you don't. Tell me what to do to prove to you that you're the only one I want," I said in a begging tone.
He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me up off the ground. Once I was standing between his legs, he placed his hands on my waist.
"You'll do anything?"
"I swear. I want you to fall in love with me. I'm already falling for you," I said as he palmed my ass.
"Marry me?" he asked, making me smile.
"You want to marry me?"
"Hell yes," he said with a chuckle.
"But we just met," I said kissing his forehead.
"I was always told that you know when you've met 'the one', and you're it for me, Bella," he said as he kissed my mouth.
He deepened the kiss and squeezed my ass. "You going to marry me, or not?"
"Yes," I whispered against his mouth. He gripped the back of my neck and pulled me to the bed. "You're not getting laid tonight," I said as he chuckled.
"We'll see about that." He kissed me hard and I moaned. He knew what I liked already.
"My face hurts, and I'm getting a headache," I said as I covered my face with my arms.
He wrapped his big hands around my slim wrists and pulled them away from my face. I tried to fight him, but he was too strong.
"How 'bout I fuck you right, and then I'll get you some ice for your cheek," he said as he wedged my legs apart.
He held my hands above my head as he fiddled with his headboard. I tried to see what he was doing, but it wasn't happening. I heard a clinking nose, and next thing I knew, he had handcuffed me to the bed.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked as I grew nervous.
I had never been tied down before.
"I like handcuffs," he said as he unbuttoned my pants.
"My face really hurts," I whined.
"Shut up! I didn't even hit you that hard. I held back," he said as he pulled my pants and underwear off.
As soon as I was bare, he stood to take his clothes off. I clamped my legs shut and Edward laughed.
"Do you really think that's going to stop me?"
I shrugged. I didn't care if it stopped him, but I wanted him to work for my pussy.
"I'm not going to cum for you," I said as he gripped my thighs tightly.
He pushed his thumbs into the sensitive skin of my thighs, and I quickly opened my legs.
"I don't need you to cum. That doesn't bother me as long as I get mine," he said as I huffed.
James never stopped unless I had at least one big 'O'. "For someone who doesn't want to have sex, you sure are soaked."
"Whatever," I said as I pulled at the handcuffs. I was starting to like them.
He flipped my legs in the air and pushed inside of me with no restraint. "Fuck!" I half yelled as he started to rock back and forth.
As soon as he had his little warm up, he fucked me hard and fast. I was pretty sure I had never been fucked that hard.
"Thought you weren't going to cum?" he asked with a smug fucking smile on his face.
"I'm...I'm...not!" I moaned, but I knew that was a lie.
The moment the words left my lips, I felt my walls constrict around his cock, milking it for all it was worth.
"God, you are such a dirty fucking slut!" he groaned out.
"Only yours!" I said as I started to cum for the second time in minutes.
"Fuck yes!" he yelled. "Say it again! Who do you belong to?"
"You! I love you!" I moaned as he started to cum.
"God, your pussy is magical," he said as he kissed me.
Once I was un-cuffed, I threw my arms around him and snuggled into his chest. "Hey," he said as he lifted my chin. "I love you, too."
"I love you, more." I slurred, my eyes already closing on their own accord.
I was crashing from the euphoria of being with Edward, and I was crashing hard. I didn't know how much longer I could stay awake. I heard Edward chuckle as he brought his covers around us, pulling me to his chest.
"Sleep," he said. "We'll discuss our plans in the morning."
I woke up the next morning dazed and slightly confused. I felt two arms snake around my middle, pulling me back into a warm chest. Edward. I sighed in content and snuggled against him once more. Trying to go back to sleep was futile, though. The sun shone so brightly through the room; I was surprised Edward could still sleep. Moving his arms one by one, I managed to maneuver my way out of his bed without waking him up. I knew from experience that he was no morning person, and I sure as hell didn't want to be the first person to piss him off today. I decided to forgo a shower, opting instead to head down to the kitchen to see if Rosalie needed any help with breakfast again.
I crept out of the bedroom, turning around to close the door quietly behind me. When the door clicked in place, I breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to head down the stairs. Instead, I ran straight into the wall and promptly fell down on my ass, letting out a shriek of surprise.
"Is there any particular reason why you're sneaking out of my son's room at this hour?" The wall asked coldly.
I looked up in shock to see a man towering over me. He had blonde hair that was slicked back slightly, wearing cut off shorts and a plain white t-shirt, and his eyes were narrowed in on me. Before I could respond...or even form a coherent sentence, Edward's door swung open, forcing me to fall flat on my back, seeing as how I was resting against the door.
I let out another shriek of surprise. My mind was very much aware that I now had two large men standing over me and I was completely defenseless on my back.
"Why did I get out of bed?" I moaned to myself.
"Very good fucking question," Edward growled. "I see you met my father, Carlisle."
I'm sure my face looked comical as I whipped my head from Edward back to his father. Quickly getting my bearings, I forced myself off the floor as gracefully as I could, and stumbled into Edward's chest. His hands wrapped around my waist like a vice, his eyes trained onto mine.
"Edward," Carlisle said. "Why don't we let...your friend get decent, and you and I go have a talk in my office."
It was painfully obvious that he wasn't asking, but rather demanding, and looking down, I blushed bright red as I realized I was dressed in one of Edward's t-shirts and my panties. Luckily, his shirt was long enough that it came to the middle of my thighs, but it was hardly appropriate to be wearing in front of my boyfriend's parents.
"Yes, Sir," Edward said. "Bella, get dressed and meet me in the kitchen."
I nodded my head, mumbling a quick 'Okay' and hurried back into the safety of his bedroom. I slumped back against the door, groaning in humiliation. I thought his parents were gone for the weekend. What were they doing back so soon? Knowing that I couldn't hide out in Edward's room forever, I put my clothes back on and brushed my teeth, trying to muster up as much dignity as I could before facing the firing squad. I wasn't sure where Carlisle's office was, but I wasn't exactly about to go on the prowl looking for it, either. I just had to hope that I wouldn't run into any more unsuspecting relatives.
Unfortunately, luck didn't seem to be on my side that morning. Upon entering the kitchen, I saw Rosalie and Alice deep in conversation with another woman. She had caramel colored hair down to her shoulders, and her face looked calm, almost like she was deep in thought about something. She was listening intently to whatever Rosalie and Alice were saying to her, but I couldn't tell if she was upset or anything. I stepped further into the kitchen, making my presence known, causing three pairs of eyes to immediately look my way.
"Good morning, Bella," Alice said, skipping to my side. "Come meet our mother, Esme."
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