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Chapter 36
Songs for chapter:
Sean Paul- Temperature
Mariah Carey-Fantasy
Bella's POV
The early morning light shined brightly into his room as his blinds did little to protect our dream like state. The rays of warmth bathed us in the early morning heat, a heat that was notorious to South Florida...causing us to be roused from a deep and very peaceful slumber.
The slight ache between my thighs was a pleasant reminder of what the late night, early morning hour's activities left behind. Edwards leg was currently placed over mine...covering my lower half and keeping a tight hold on me.
It was further proof that it was all real and not a convoluted dream meant to keep my heart from missing him.
He was here...with me and asking me for forever… a forever I promised and swore in return.
Last night was memorable and everything I always thought it would be.
Our bodies had explored and loved the others.
Tongues laved, hands caressed and hearts had demanded more...always more.
His attention to my comfort and pleasure had brought tears to my eyes, while I had spent hours trying to convey with every kiss...every touch, that it would only ever be him.
He was perfect for me.
It was four in the morning when our bodies had finally succumbed to exhaustion. His body wrapping itself around mine…keeping me warm and safe. A blanket of love was what he became.
Warm.
Cozy.
Evoking that feeling of home that I longed for when we were apart.
Now, as I laid here awake, my body refused to move...hoping to prolong the inevitable and with it the conversation we both needed to broach. I was no longer mad or upset...to be quite honest, I was ready to move past yesterday's clusterfuck and just...be.
Yesterday's shocking and hurtful events felt insignificant in today's morning light. What did it matter the who's or why, if I finally had my beanstalk by my side...loving me and allowing me to love him in return.
The only thing I wanted from him now was the promise of honesty and acceptance as his equal.
If he would give me this one thing, then nothing else would matter.
"I know you're awake, love," his soft lips began to kiss the back of my neck while he ran the tips of his fingers across my thighs. My skin broke out in goose bumps. He chuckled softly as the effects of his touches manifested in low moans and whimpers.
"Edward," I whispered softly as his one hand raised my leg over his hip and aligned his cock over my entrance.
"Need you," he whimpered before entering me in one swift motion. We both groaned at the feeling of completion...moving in unison and whispering words of love.
His large hands held my hips in place as his hips moved in and out slowly...savoring each moment. My body tingled from head to toe.
"Oh god, oh god Edward...so good."
"I love you princessa...I never want this to end...fuck," his breathing became harsh and his hands tightened around my hips.
I wanted him to go harder...faster, but he refused my pleading.
"Just feel me, baby," he growled. His fingers reached for my clit and slowly circled the protruding bud. "Feel the way my hands...my cock, manipulate your body and bring you to that edge of insanity...I want you crazy...delirious with want and need."
"Almost there...fuck baby, let me drop," I sobbed. My hands reached back, finding purchase in his hair and tugging…using his own weakness against him.
He loved the way I wound my fingers through his thick locks...the way I pulled and used the leverage to rock against him with determined abandon.
"Fuck..."
One hand wound itself around my throat and squeezed lightly, stalling my movements and giving him the chance to move me for his pleasure. The hand not wrapped around my neck held my leg in a vice grip...above his hip, opening me and preparing for the onslaught his cock would deliver.
"Don't move," he ordered and began a series of deep, hard strokes. Skin slapping skin was the only music we needed.
"Shit...shit...shit," I whimpered as his cock rammed in and out of my pussy, hitting my magical spot that would forever be renamed my 'E' spot.
Each hit on that rough patch of tissue propelled me further...crashing towards my ecstasy.
"I need you to fucking cum, princessa...my cock's ready to explode and leave my signature all over those tight walls. I want you to paint my length in your juices, before I leave my mark in you."
His words were the last thing I heard before I hit my first wave...head first...into the most intense and pleasurable orgasm to date.
My mouth dropped open, but no words came out...fucker had the special effect of muteness.
"That's it baby...coat me in that sweet nectar."
My legs began to tremble.
My back arched against his hold.
It hurt so good.
"Fuck...yes...oh fuck me, baby, squeeze me again...yes, just like that."
I squeezed one last time and that was it.
Shot after shot of hot cum squirted against my still sensitive walls.
The feel of him coming inside of my still fluttering walls was enough to throw me over for a second time. Black and white dots exploded behind my closed lids. His voice repeating vows of love was the only thing keeping me semi-grounded.
"I can never be without you again...never leave me...I won't survive it," his words had so much love yet desperation behind them. His lips continued to kiss every inch of exposed skin he could find...
I could literally feel the worry and uncertainty roll off his body in waves.
Silly man, didn't he know by now that I could never leave him...even if he were to deserve it someday.
"I'm not going anywhere, Beanstalk." He growled at my old name for him...then laughed.
He knew better than to fight me on this...my bad boy had grown up and become a powerful Mafioso, but to me, he would forever be that cute l'il Romeo that stole my heart as a child.
The name was back...like it or not.
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"Isabella, we have problems," Jess deadpanned as soon as I answered the phone. Jess was known for always maintaining her cool...she was the one that was rational, calm...collected.
"Jess, calm down dammit...I don't speak crack head," I could feel her rolling her eyes at my terminology. I know it confuses most, but to understand me you must first learn Bella slang.
Crack head, while used to describe a person who does insane amounts of crack, also means some acting stupid...
Jess, right now, was freaking out and talking as if she was on some excessive amounts of caffeine. Out of the fifty things she's said in the last three minutes all I'd gathered was...
Snooping.
Background.
Hunter...
"Jess, is Ange with you?"
"Yeah...she's going through the tape of the late night visitors we had. I think this has to do with Edward more than us, Bella...they checked all entrances and kept lookout for the security equipment set up around the entire lot."
Edward was watching me as I paced...he knew something was not right and just as I was about to call a united family meeting…his phone rang.
"What's up Tink...what do you mean everyone's getting ready to meet?"
His eyes snapped to mine and I could only imagine what he was being told at that very moment. I could hear her on the other end, yapping, and as the minutes ticked on by his posture stiffened and his fists clenched.
Not good.
A series of 'uhuh's' and 'okay's' were all he said before telling her to get here in an hour with 'everyone' in toe.
Jess and Ange were talking and explaining something they'd found, it seemed the camera facing the back end of my warehouse was the focus of last night's intrusion. I knew our area was secure and to get in was nearly impossible.
They continued to give me a play by play, but I truly don't understand a word they muster. My attention was solely for the love of my life, who looked to be in pain and trying to contain his mounting ire.
Deadly combo if you're one Edward 'bad boy' Cullen.
Snatching the phone from my hand, he told the girls to bring us what they'd found...
"Meeting...one hour...bye."
The phone was placed next to his before his lips searched out mine.
"This will be taken care of princessa, don't you worry or be afraid...I will protect you," his conviction was sweet but unnecessary...I could take care of myself.
"Bad boy...I'm going to pretend you didn't just insinuate that I need protecting. Let's be honest, sweetheart...I could, and probably should be, the one protecting you. By the time this is through...you'll have an idea of just what I'm capable of."
His brows furrowed.
Nostrils flared.
Fuck, he was gorgeous all pissed and exerting his macho side...maybe I could calm his overreacting ass with a little nookie?
"Don't even think about it, Isabella." Okay seriously, what was up with the full name calling lately.
"Don't what…Edward Cullen?" I retorted and arched a brow. Either he was turning me down fir the sex I never offered or he was telling me to butt out and back down...
Either way, it was not going to happen.
"Stop...just stop, okay…I don't want to fight or argue about this with you...Hunter is my problem and mine alone. If anyone's taking that sorry piece of shit out...it will be me and my motherfucking hands that steal his last breath. I will not budge...got it?"
Now, while I found his dominance and macho persona in the bedroom enticing...this was one of those instances where it would not fly. I had been living this life and dealing with these types of asshole since I was a teenager...fuck that...the Cullen's had called me in, for this job.
Esme and Carlisle beckoned my services months back; to come and take care of this very problem...why in the hell did he think my parents were close by in the first place?
Not that they were going to assist with Mr. Hunter, just help take out his associates. The plan was always to wipe out the entire Irish clan...not one dirty rat left alive.
"Listen here, Cullen." His eyes narrowed at my usage of his last name, but I ignored his infantile behavior and proceeded as if nothing had been said and the tension between us was non-existent.
"My family was contacted by yours...for this specific job...second, I will not be told what I can and cannot do, by you or anyone else," my fingers poked at his chest, annoying and further irritating the beast before me.
So sexy...
"Third...and I will only say this once. I love you Beanstalk, but interfere in my job and your ass is grass. I will not hesitate to show you how the bottom of my Manolo's look, imprinted on your forehead...got it?"
"Are you threatening me, princessa?"
"It's a promise bad boy."
Our chests were heaving and noses touching, he looked positively ready to kill me, but tough fuckin' shit. I would not bow down to him, just because he was Edward mother fucking Cullen.
The name's Isabella Marie Swan...second to no one, not even him.
His hands grasped my arms harshly...holding me to him and rendering me immobile. While his body was coiled and ready for battle...his voice became eerily calm, but still with a deadly edge to it. I knew he was worried...I've come to learn that, that is just who he was, but I would not be made out to be the weaker spouse...fuck and no!
"Princessa...please baby, step back and don't go against me...you won't win. I'm not trying to be a dick with you, I swear, but I will do whatever I have to do...to keep you safe...even if it's against yourself."
My rebuttal was on the tip of my tongue...so close to ripping him a new one, but to his luck and my annoyance, the front doors suddenly burst open...announcing the arrival of our newly joined clan.
Neither of us backed away from the other or payed the new audience any mind. It wasn't until my favorite giant bellowed...
"Ready to kill that bastard l'il Swan?" That I smiled at and walked away to greet the new arrivals...leaving my bad boy beast to seethe and grumble.
Edward's POV
I swear they were all against me.
How the hell was I supposed to let her go up against James and his pack of mutts? Laurent was solely to be taken care of by my dad...he wanted to have the pleasure of putting that piece of shit...out.
Bella could take out Victoria if she wanted; the whore was not a danger to anyone...other than herself.
It was safer for her if she didn't, though, and my mind would be at ease with regards to her constant whereabouts.
His lackeys would be picked up, charged, and executed...one by one. Their sentencing and punishments would all depend on their crimes against me and mine.
The most inoffensive would have the grand prize of a shot to the head, quick and easy...no pain.
The worst, which were Laurent and Eleazar, would be fed to our prized white shark, over at the Miami Seaquarium...
Dad's idea, of course, first he'd have his fun with the pompous asshole that played James' prized lackey.
It paid nicely to be a silent partner in the lustrous marine park...plus it was a nice little bonus to have the sick and twisted trainers and divers on my payroll.
Can anyone say chum?
"Edward, will you be joining us or daydreaming about sharks for the rest of the afternoon?" My eyes snapped towards the man that gave me my princessa. It was nice to see him become comfortable and even bust a joke with me, but right now, it was business.
"I'll be right there, Charlie," I said sternly...earning a nod of approval and understanding from me.
"Hurry up, Beanstalk," she smirked at my new, or old in this case, nickname, "I still need to get home, and then head over to my warehouse. The security system needs an update and slight...adjustment."
The entire room sniggered and I flipped them off...my patience with these clowns was starting to run thin. Didn't they realize why we're here?
"Sorry we're late guys," the other two members of the infamous Swan Death, Inc. rushed in and began to set up. My princessa introduced them to the family, who in turn, welcomed them with open arms and I just stood back and shook my head.
The balance had officially tipped.
The men were outnumbered and fucked...these seven were deadly, beautiful and smart.
If I wasn't careful, they would be running this show soon.
"Okay...okay, everyone settle down and let Angela finish up. There's so much to discuss and strategize."
"In other words...shut the fuck up and let these two work in peace," I growled at the entire room, but they were all too busy conversing and joking to pay me any attention and follow simple instructions.
My parents and Bella's could see that my patience was running thin. They all tried to steer the herd into calming down, but nothing was working.
"Always so eloquent bad boy," my princessa said and I shrugged. I tried once again to get them to quiet down the nice way...they started to turn towards my den, but the response from my glare didn't last long...
"Jess, can you direct that footage to my big screen in the other room? We all need to see what they've done and who's involved." I was polite to her and tried to make them feel welcomed into my home. What I was rewarded with is anything but what I expected from Isabella's employees.
"Sure thing...dude who's not my boss," her military salute and smirk unleashed the cackling hyenas once again...
"EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
My first instinct was to lash out and show her to respect me. My second was to kick her, the fuck out of my house, and third, to remind these fucktards who was in charge.
Family or not...
I won't say that I didn't respect them all, because I did, but it seemed lately everyone thought it was okay to speak to me as an equal and not a superior.
They're lucky to be my siblings and her friends, because anyone else would have had a bullet between their eyes.
That shit might be okay where Isabella was concerned, but everyone else needed a little reminder of who I was and what I was capable of.
Pulling out a hand gun from a drawer beside me, I pointed to the vase on the mantel...behind the group of newly acquired clowns.
The trigger was pulled.
The shards flew.
The room was finally quiet.
"Let's get a few things fucking straight...shall we?" My question was rhetorical, but they each nodded and stared.
My princessa smiled and nodded her approval.
She was aware of the rules and practiced them the same as me.
Fuckin' respect above all else.
"I will only say this once asswipes...disrespect me once more and the next bullet will be for you. I'm in charge and say what goes in this family...not any of you."
Emmett and Rose opened their mouths to speak, but my princessa cocked her own gun and told them to 'shut it.'
"I'm laid back and value you all, but remember you fucking work for me or my girl...not the other way around. So the laughing, joking and sarcastic bullshit better stop right fucking now!"
"Edward...I meant no disrespect," Jess said and Angela interrupted.
"No offense, Edward, but we don't work for you."
"What the fuck did you just say?" my girl seethed.
"Oh...um...well," she stuttered all over the place, but my girl was lit and ready to kill.
"Listen here and listen well...you might be like sisters to me, but never fucking cross the line with him. This is work...not a club or a family dinner; you keep that goddamn mouth of yours shut. If I ever hear you disrespect him or embarrass me like that again, it won't be Edward delivering bullets...but me."
The entire room looked properly chastised and abashed.
A chorus of 'I'm sorry's and 'you're rights,' rang throughout.
We both told the group to wait for us in the den and they all scattered like scared livestock.
Our parents both approached before walking out and praised our nipping that shit in the bud.
In the words of an impressed Charlie Swan...
"You two are the heads to our cobra...without the head we are nothing. The head strikes and bites when needed, thus protecting the body from danger or itself."
Strange yet smart man.
The elders heed our earlier demands and leave us be for a few moments.
My arms wrapped around my princessa's soft curves and relaxed. I needed these few minutes alone to settle my anger and go in with a cleared head.
These people deserve a leader who rules with his head not his fist...well, unless provoked, then all bets were off.
"Feel better babe?" my sweet and dangerous love asked.
"I do, princessa...thank you."
My lips kissed along her neck...giving her a piece of my love through my affection.
"Good," she said, before turning in my arms, "because in ten minutes you'll be furious and spewing your misplaced protection on me."
My brows furrowed...
"I'm not backing down; bad boy...I will be part of Hunter's death. You need to learn to deal and accept quick...you have no say in this."
With that she withdrew from my arms and walked away.
FUCK...
Important A/N: okay folks due to some hard things going on in RL this story will go on a short HIATUS…sorry. It won't be for long, but after the death of a dear friend and the area in this story we're about to broach, I need to regroup and grieve a bit before I come out guns a blazing. His death was a tragic reminder for me of how short life is and what's important.
Trust when I say…I will be back…I just need a moment to breathe.
Love you and thanks for understanding.
To my friend Junior, we love you and will miss you…
