Okay so we all know don't own any of the twilight world… I just like to play with them…

Please forgive my lack of review replies…I have been writing up an storm on my other story and trying to attend all of my sons therapy appointments that have doubled this year… I will get better I promise

Sorry no big authors note today… finally we move along and I'm getting us to where we all want to be…

So on with the show…

Chapter 16 Bella's POV

Song for Chapter

Maroone Five- Moves Like Jagger

Angie clears her throat and looks towards the exit, letting me know they are bouncing and I nod. They know the drill; we will all talk about this in the office. It's been a crazy night and I'm more than curious as to what my bad boy is doing here to begin with.

I knew he was into some shady dealings, but I have never once questioned him. I always felt that when he was ready he would tell me and I would do the same.

I receive hugs and "We'll talk tomorrows," but I'm too focused on him, realizing I'm not paying them any mind, I receive a final hug and they leave.

I watch them walk through the crowd and when they finally reach the exit they turn and wave. I wait on him to acknowledge me, but it never happens, my so called man is just too busy talking 'shop.'

Feeling like there isn't anything for me to do, I gather my belongings and head towards the exit. I barely take five steps when two strong arms encircle my waist and I'm pressed up against a firm and sculpted chest.

My lungs are automatically assaulted with his unique smell and my body just melts into his embrace never once asking for my permission.

He inhales deeply, just as I did to him, and I feel his breath on my neck as he speaks in a low and still menacing tone.

"What the fuck are you doing here princessa? This isn't the type of place or company I want my woman to keep."

And with those simple words he has just killed all the wonderful feelings and thoughts running through my body.

How fucking dare he?

Who the hell does he think he is? My father?

I'm not some type of object or belonging and I sure as hell don't do as any one tells me!

I'm a mother fucking free spirit and that will never change no matter how much he means to me.

"Listen here dumbass…" his eyes widen and darken with anger at my name calling. "Lose the glare because really, that is exactly how you are acting at the moment. I belong to…No One. I never do as I'm told and I'm free to do as I mother fucking please. So back the fuck up before you end up on that floor again." Not liking my response, he tightens his hold on me and makes it impossible for me to leave or retaliate.

My breathing is coming out in harsh pants and my body is trembling from all the explosive emotions running through me, but the fucker still manages to make me smile.

Why smile?

Because I can feel his heart, through my back, beating in time with mine.

I swear I was about to let the argument go and just enjoy the feel of our hearts beating as one, but then he opens his mouth and I know, fuck I know, it wont be anything good.

"I guess it's just a matter of some training my love. You are mine and as mine you need to do as I say… no ifs, ands or buts about it. I'm not doing this to be a jerk my love, but these are dangerous places for someone as delicate as you. I would never forgive myself if I didn't keep you safe."

I have some strong words on my tongue just dying to be let out, but like usual, the fucker doesn't give me a chance as I'm tossed over his shoulder and taken outside and around a corner.

I don't struggle on my ride over the shoulder express, I just shake my head because he has no idea what's waiting for him the moment he sets me down.

I tried people, really tried to be nice but he can never just be sweet or romantic, fuck I'll even take pushy, but when you doubt me because I'm 'small,' I just can't let it go.

Nope, sorry… can't do it.

But he never sets me down.

Instead I'm brought down with my legs around his waist as he crashes his lips to mine in the most earth shattering kiss…ever.

And just like that, all the anger and frustration I was feeling towards him just disappears.

I'm pushed up against another wall and I melt. Literally, you can call megoo at this point.

He's everywhere and nowhere at the same time. His right hand is in my hair pulling and angling my face towards him, while his other hand is perched on my now naked ass squeezing my cheeks. The feel of his fingers finally touching my bare skin is heaven, pure pleasure is sent throughout my small frame from this simple contact.

We kiss and kiss and just kiss. It's powerful and all consuming and… fuck breathing, who needs oxygen when they are encased in this perfect bubble of pleasure.

The brutal attack our lips are engaging in never slows, it stays needy and desperate as if he thinks I will disappear or turn him down. Our tongues fight for dominance and intertwine in a sensual dance of desire and lust mixed with dare I say…love?

We never come up for air as he presses himself against me and rubs his very hard cock against my drenched pussy. I am so consumed by this man… everything from the feel of his lips on mine, the way his tongue feels massaging mine to the way our bodies fit together like puzzle pieces.

I'm so light headed at this point but I just don't want to stop. I'd rather die than let the taste of him fade away into nothing, but at this point it's a must, unless he wants me to faint.

I guess I do need oxygen, but believe me it wasn't my first pick.

I prefer Edward's lips any day.

I nudge him a bit, silently asking for a break and he seems to get the point. He releases my mouth but then he starts to nip at my already swollen lips. He seems to never want to stop and at every bite and nip a groan leaves his throat. My breathing is harsh as I finally get some air into my lungs but that doesn't stop my moan of pleasure as he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth. Swiping his tender yet firm tongue over my lips, he both soothes the sting and makes my wetness run down my thighs.

I can't get enough of him but I know this isn't how we are supposed to happen.

He can't control me or make decisions for me.

I try to pry my legs from around his waist but he only tightens the hold he has on me. The bottom of my dress has been around my waist for quite a while now and the tiny scrap of material I call panties are all that come between me, him, and the air around us.

My hands have been embedded in his hair from the first contact of his lips on mine and as he descends down to the top of my breasts, I yank his head back.

I stare deeply into his emeralds and I see my future. I can't let this happen like this, no, we are meant for more. It sucks having to put a stop to this, but he means way too much for us to cheapen what we have with simple alley wall sex…well at least not for the first time, that might be hot on another occasion.

"Put me down now. If I wanted to put on a show for the world I would have been a stripper you fuck. I'm not saying the kiss wasn't amazing, because it was, but do you really want my pussy on display bad boy?" I finish saying this through clenched teeth. I have to come off as angry, because one sign of pleasure in my tone and he will never stop.

He seems to not understand what I mean or why I'm putting a stop to this madness, until I force his eyes down to where we are connected.

The sight causes him to growl and run both his hands down to my ass and squeeze hard. My eyes roll back in my head from the pleasure of his hands on me. He sees this and lets out another growl this time followed by a "MINE." My panties can't hold the amount of liquid I have gathered and he starts whispering in my ear as he leaves kisses up and down my throat.

"Fuck princessa, what you do to me. I can feel you baby, so wet and hot. Your juices are coating my pants and the feel of your heat and wetness only makes me want to fuck you like an animal right here, right now. I could so easily rip that tiny insignificant piece of fabric off you and plunge my dick into your tight heaven. You want that don't you baby? You need to feel my cock slide between your folds and rub your hard little nub as I go. Fuck baby, just the thought of how wet you would be and the coat of your juices that would be left on my cock is almost enough for me to cum."

He is so lost in his lust for me that when I see him loosen his hold on me, I use the wall and push forward. He loses his balance and falls, landing with me on him, straddling his waist. His eyes look worried for me as they roam my entire form looking for any injury that I might have had, caused by his fall.

I grab his chin and make him look at me again and when I'm sure I have his attention, I start. "Listen Edward, as much as my body wants you right now, I can't do this out here, at least not our first time." I wink at him, letting him know I want him for more than once.

It's the first time I admit to both him and myself out loud that I want more than just a one night stand.

He grabs me by my waist and helps me stand, following close behind.

Once we are situated in front of the other, his eyes which just seconds before were lost in a cloud of lust, soften immediately. He slowly reaches up and strokes my cheek and instinctually I lean into his touch. It's the first time we share anything intimate without drowning in our lust and it's…nice.

I could easily get used to being with him this way…

It comes out naturally and with minimal effort from us both, but we still have so much to learn about the other before we both dive into a relationship. Because yes, that's exactly what I want; a serious, stable relationship with someone I can trust with everything that I am. Someone that will wait for me with open arms when I come home after a rough day at the 'office' and eats dinner with me while we just hold hands and smile at the other, and I know he can give me this and so much more.

His voice brings me back to the present and when he finally speaks, it's so rough and so full of emotion my knees grow weak by what I hear. His expression is one of pain and my heart just about stops, because his pain or distress is just too much for me too handle.

"I'm sorry princessa, I never meant to make you feel cheap. You mean more to me than anyone or anything in this world and it breaks my heart to know I've caused you any distress."

I melt because really, hearing him say those words just confirms what deep down I already know…

We are meant for each other…

Sooooo whatcha think?

We are finally getting to the good shit so to speak...the following chapters will play a mahor role in how everything goes down so ya have to stay tuned people...

Next chapter will be on the following Monday as usual... But if I get some major writing done this week we may have a bonus update on our hands mid week... again if I get alot of writing down so don't kill me if i can't ...