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Chapter 14

We are back now at home and in my room. Rosalie has made me so mad that I just have to have a drink. I really hate that bitch.

I pour myself some Jack Daniels and throw it back quickly and then pour another glass. I need something strong.

Bella just sits on the couch watching me and not moving a muscle.

What is she worried about? I haven't threatened her.

I have drink after drink until I'm feeling better, and Rosalie is nothing but a bad memory.

I look over at Bella and notice how sexy she looks in that dress. Damn, she is beautiful. I would love nothing more than to have her beneath me right now.

Fuck! I am so horny. I want to see her with droplets of water running down her soft, supple body.

I start unbuttoning my shirt, keeping my eyes on her the whole time. The more I watch her, the sexier she becomes even if she does have a frown on her face.

I walk towards the bathroom. "Come 'ere Bella. I think you're very dirty and need to be cleaned," I say as I bend my finger back, calling her over.

"I'm tired, Edward. Can I just go to sleep?" She asks nervously.

"You can sleep after you've had a shower. Come on, my dirty girl." I lick my lips as she walks toward me. Damn, my girl is beautiful.

As she gets closer, I impatiently grab her hand and pull her into the bathroom. My hands immediately go to the tie on her dress. In seconds, I have the dress off of her and she is left in only her panties and heels.

Fuck me! What a sight!

"Please, Edward, can't we do this later? You're drunk," she pleads with me.

Nah … I know how to hold my liquor.

"I'm fine, and so are you, baby." I pick her up and set her on the vanity facing me. I quickly discard my unbuttoned shirt and then push myself in between her legs.

I can't help but to lean in and take her earlobe in my mouth. My hand wanders down from her neck all the way to her breasts. I immediately squeeze it and then run my fingers over her nipple.

For the first time I get the urge to taste her mouth. I'm not generally a kisser, but it's her fault for turning me on so much.

I move my lips to hers, and she quickly turns her head.

"Come on, kiss me," I softly demand.

"Please, no. I've never been kissed. I want to wait until your breath doesn't smell like alcohol," she begs.

Fine, I'll allow her this concession. I just continue to pepper kisses down her throat and chest.

"Stand up," I say. I grab her hands and pull her to a standing position. I put my hands in the sides of her panties and quickly pull them down. I then pick her up and set her back down on the vanity, leaving her heels on.

I grab some towels, lay them on the floor and then get down on my knees. I'm kneeling before her now. I hear her inhale sharply as I pull her body to the edge of the counter. I force her knees wide apart. Now her beautiful pussy is on display for me.

What a fucking sight!

I need her wet and glistening. Nothing like a few drinks and pussy to wash the day away.

I immediately bring my fingers up and open up her folds. She's still not wet, but watch this!

My tongue makes contact with her clit, and that is enough to do the trick. I can feel the wetness seeping underneath my tongue. Mmm, it usually doesn't taste so damn good to me. But fuck! My girl is always surprising me.

Her breathing becomes more labored as I continue my assault on her clit. My fingers are now roaming freely up and down her slit lavishing in the moisture that has gathered.

Before I realize it, my fingers are thrusting inside her warm, wet walls. She is so fucking tight. I just have to sit back for a second and watch my fingers pump in and out of her imagining the whole time that it's my cock.

I can't take it anymore; I really have to taste the inside of her. I thrust my tongue inside her pussy and begin pumping it in place of my fingers. Her legs are shaking beside me. I'm not sure who is enjoying this more.

I stop for a moment. "Say my name," I demand before I plunge back in.

When she doesn't respond, I stop my actions once again and look up to her face. "Say my name." This time though it sounds more like a plea than a demand.

"Ed … Edward," she gasps out.

Fuck! That went straight to my dick.

She can try to deny it all she wants; she is enjoying this.

My tongue begins to concentrate solely on her clit as I continue my ministrations on her pussy with my fingers.

Her legs are shaking uncontrollably around my head. Bella comes hard into my mouth. I still can't believe how fucking delicious she tastes.

I stand up between her legs and cup her face. She looks confused and lost.

"You taste un-fucking-believable." I kiss the side of her face.

Suddenly I am hit with vertigo.

"Whoa … the room is moving," I tell her trying to get her eyes to steady me.

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Fuck! It feels like a fucking freight train has run through my head.

How the hell did I get in bed? I don't remember going to bed.

I remember Rosalie … the fucking bitch. I remember having some drinks to forget the bitch. I remember Bella looking like sex on legs.

Shit! What did I do?

I sit up in bed and notice a glass of water and some aspirin sitting on the nightstand. I quickly take the aspirin and practically gulp down all the water.

I look beside me and the bed is empty. I almost panic when I decide to get up and check the sofa.

There she is, fast asleep. She's curled up in a ball covered with a thin afghan. She looks so small, so innocent.

She is innocent, you fucking dickhead!

I gently pick her up and carry her to the bed. I carefully lay her down on the bed and she stirs.

"Mom," she calls out. "I miss you Mom." She begins to softly cry.

I feel so bad for her. I want to comfort her and tell her that everything will be ok. But is that the truth? Will she ever feel ok here with me? Why is it that she stirs so many feelings within me?

I sit down beside her on the bed and begin to stroke her hair. "Shh, Bella. You're going to be alright."

I don't know if I believe my own words, but I can try. I can try to make things better for her. I just don't know where to start. I can't let her go … I won't let her go. Besides, even if I did let her go then she would be in danger from Aro and his men, and I won't let that happen. She's mine. She belongs here with me. If only I can convince her of this.

I still don't understand what happened last night … how I ended up in the bed and Bella ended up on the couch.

I hear a sharp intake of breath and see Bella open her eyes.

She quickly sits up and looks at me. "How did I get over here?"

"I carried you over here. Why were you on the couch?"

"I … I … I couldn't sleep," she answers nervously.

She's a terrible liar. She's never been able to lie to me.

"No really, Bella, why were you on the couch?" I press.

"I was afraid," she answers looking down.

"Afraid of what?" I ask, although I already know the answer.

"You."

"Why?"

"You were drunk." She looks up at me as if to gauge my expression.

"I know, but I wouldn't have hurt you." I don't think I could even hurt her if I was drunk.

"I was afraid you were going to make me have sex with you."

I wouldn't have made her, I think.

"Why?"

"Because of what happened in the bathroom." Her voice seems a little hoarse when she answers.

I start to ask her what happened, and then I remember. I performed oral sex on her while I was drunk out of my mind. I realize I shouldn't have done that, but if I remember correctly, she did seem to enjoy it.

"But you liked that."

"No, I didn't," she answers quickly. I detect that she's partly lying and partly being honest.

"You seemed to have liked it," I remind her while arching my eyebrow.

"I'm confused, ok? I just don't understand why my body reacts when my mind is screaming 'no'. I did tell you that I just wanted to go to sleep, and I asked if we could not do this while you were drunk." Her eyes shift up to look at me and once again, there is a tear in her eye.

What is this girl doing to me?

"I'm sorry that I got drunk. I shouldn't have. Rosalie just made me so damn mad, but that's still no excuse. I didn't mean to scare you. As far as your body … well, it's natural for it to react the way it did. An orgasm just brings your body over the edge, and it just … well, it just feels good," I explain to her.

"Even if my body wants it, my mind doesn't. I feel dirty afterwards; I can't help it." She sniffs and looks away.

I feel like such an ass. I don't want her to feel that way. I don't understand why she just can't let herself enjoy all of it, but I guess it's different for women.

It's especially different for a woman … a girl … that has been taken away against her will.

My conscience is on a roll today, making me feel all kinds of guilt.

"Look, I'm a jerk. I know that. I'm use to getting my way and getting it immediately. I haven't been taking your feelings into account. I'll try, but I will mess up. Just give me a chance," I tell her honestly.

"I don't have much of a choice," she answers with her eyes still cast down.

I wish she would look at me, but then again I don't know if I want to see the hurt in her eyes.

"Did you help me to bed last night?" I know she must have, but I decide to ask her anyway.

"Yes. It looked as if you might pass out. You weren't making any sense. I helped you to bed and when you laid down you fell right to sleep," she said.

"Thank you, and thank you for leaving the aspirin for me." She surprised me on that one. Even though I was a total ass to her, she still cared enough to help me to bed and leave me some aspirin.

Before I can ask her anything else, there is a knock on the door.

I answer the door to find one of my men on the other side. "Mr. Cullen, your brother, Emmett, is here to see you."

Just what I fucking need!

"Show him to my office. I'll meet him there." I quickly shut the door.

I walk over to the chair and pick up my shirt and quickly put it on.

"I'll be back in a bit. I'll have someone send up some breakfast," I tell her as I head toward the door.

I see her nod her head in response.

As soon as I open my office door, I am punched right in the face.

"What the fuck Emmett?"

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I'm sure a lot of you expected some kind of interference from Emmett. At least Edward's starting to realize what an ass he really is. Poor Bella is confused from what she feels is right and what she feels physically. She doesn't want to like or enjoy anything. Please let me know what your thoughts on this chapter are. Thanks for reading.