Bella POV
"How about you strip for me?"
"No problem sweetie." I gave him a quick peck on the nose.
I crawled off the bed before I walked over to the stereo and turned on some music, I turned around and faced him. I stood in front of the bed and began to sway my hips side to side, running my hands slowly up and down my body, caressing my breasts. He laid in the bed rubbing his prominent hard on. I lightly grabbed the hem of my silk red dress and slowly lifted the dress over my thighs and past my hips. The thin material lightly grazed my skin as I lifted it over my breast and over my head. I stood in front of him in nothing but my black lace panties. I crawled back on his lap and he roughly gripped my waist, he rocked my hips against him and let out a low grunt. I ran my hands up his naked chest to his long black hair.
"You like that?" He asked panting.
I nodded as I kissed his neck.
"Wait until I'm fucking you." He whispered huskily.
"Oh, there won't be any of that tonight." I chuckled.
"What?!" He grabbed me by shoulders and yanked me from the crook of his neck.
"With the type of diseases you have from the many prostitutes you've fucked, I wouldn't dare have your penciled dick near me." My soft girly tone dropped.
It dawned on him why I was in his room and he shouted for his guards, I snapped his neck. I jumped off of him and grabbed my dress, I slipped it back on and pulled out my 9mm. I opened the door and shot the first guard I saw, it was at least twenty of them in the room alone. They began opening fire, most bullets missed me, but the ones that hit me simply ricocheted off of my body. I laughed at the fear that showed on their faces, I shot each one of them, every time I pulled the trigger one of them went down. I walked out of the room and down the stairs towards the guards that were rushing up to help. I reloaded my gun and prepared for the fight to begin. I met the first guard, I quickly put a bullet between his eyes and kept moving without hesitation. Three guards ran at me, but soon found themselves dead. I shot several more before running out of bullets. Time for some action, I quickly ran down the stairs meeting a guard. I snatched the gun from his hand so fast he still thought the gun was still in his hands.
"Come on you can handle a woman right?" I taunted him.
He swung and I dodged standing behind him. "Missed me." I whispered in his ear. He jumped before swinging at the air. I punched him fast and hard, knocking him out, he was lucky I didn't kill him. I killed plenty more, before finally leaving the building, not wanting to leave too much of mess with the other guards. I ran fast, I got ten miles before I finally stopped and hopped in my getaway car.
"Mission complete, Hajime Nakamura is dead." I pulled the wig from my head and pulled my mahogany hair from the stocking I had on.
"Good." James said while he sped down the busy street, dodging cars with ease.
"I wish I would've fed, but I was afraid that I would catch something." I pulled of the dress that had singed holes from the bullets.
"You'll be able to feed soon." He looked over at me stared at my body.
I grabbed the clothes I had in the back and slipped a pair of jeans, a black tank top and a black leather bikers jacket.
"How did you kill him?"
"Fast and painless, snapped his neck." I shrugged nonchalantly.
"Did you kill everyone?"
"No, I left a few of them after I got bored." My cell phone began to buzz.
"Swan." I answered rubbing the gun powder from my cheek.
"From what I hear from Alice you did a great job." Carlisle's melodic tone came through the phone.
"It was nothing, he had a weakness, I used it." I grinned.
"I wish I could've seen the dress you had on." My grin got bigger at his words.
"Well maybe you'll get to see what I had under it."
"Your such a tease, I will see you soon." He hung up and so did I.
I looked out of my window at stared up at the full moon, I closed my eyes feeling like a ten year old all over again. Every full moon, the memories come flooding back, ready to take me back into the darkness. I could always hear the screams of torture and pain. I could always remember the feeling of my heart beating so fast as I ran for my life. 102 years and it still affected me. I opened my eyes and looked away from the shining moon, I wouldn't let it get to me this time. I've grown so much, as a person, as a woman, as an assassin. If I could look at myself 102 years ago, I wouldn't see the person that I am now. I would be looking down at a little girl with big brown eyes that were constantly shedding tears. She held so much emotions in those eyes, despair, hate, confusion, doubt, hurt, pain. I looked at my wrist, the pale, hard skin was the only scarred part of my flawless body. The bite mark was faintly visible, but you could see them, it was a symbol of change. I was changed into something that was thought to be only fiction, a myth. I was also changed into a different person, a person who never showed fear, never let people get close enough to hurt me. I learned to hide all weaknesses from the world because it will use it against me. I ran my fingers over the mark and thanked the man who changed me. Carlisle Cullen, he was my hero, my idol, my master. He saved me from hell and gave me a fresh start, he let me start all over. He took me off the streets and took care of me when no one else wanted to. He taught everything he knew, he trained me to become the lethal weapon that I have become. I belonged to him and the mark on my wrist proved it. He was and is the only one who cares for me.
The car came to a stop and I left from the car and into the house. I smiled when I heard the melody of my song being played on the piano. It was so sad and depressing to everyone else, but to me, it spoke the truth, it spoke about my life. I walked into the where the music came from and saw Carlisle sitting at the piano, playing away. I closed my eyes and let the music notes take me away. The song never faded, it never lost it's power, it always was full of emotion. He ended the song and walked over to me wrapping his arms around my waist.
"You always know how to make me smile." I touched my forehead to his.
"I saw the moon and knew you would need it."
"Thank you." I whispered touching his cheek.
"Your very welcome." He twirled me around. "I have another mission for you."
"Really! Is it out of the country?" I said excited.
"Sadly no, it's in New York."
"Well at least it's away." I settled for it knowing I didn't have a choice. "But tell me later, right now I want to be free from work."
"Of course." He kissed my neck. "We'll discuss it tomorrow."
"Good." I let my head fall to give him more access to my neck.
He nipped and sucked at my neck before moving to my lips. He stuck his tongue in my mouth and I let a throaty moan. I didn't want to do this, but I didn't have a choice, I was his so I did what he wanted to do, but it didn't mean I couldn't enjoy him. He began to take off my clothes, piece by piece, until I was only in my underwear and heels.
"Your so beautiful." He whispered.
His fingers combed through my hair as his lips found my neck again. His hand ventured down to my panties, the tips of his fingers barely grazing my skin. His hand entered my panties lightly grazing my wet folds. I hissed at the small yet powerful touch.
"Your so wet for me." He growled in my ear. "Do you want my fingers to fuck you?"
"Please yes!" I snarled impatiently.
"Say it nicely."
"Please Master!" I begged.
"Good girl." He plunged his fingers deep inside of me, I gasped at the welcomed intrusion. "So wet." He sucked my earlobe in his mouth and nibbled.
His fingers continued to pump in and out of me, rapidly moving causing my orgasm to build fast, ready to escape. He used his other hand to grab a hold of my breast, he pinched my nipple, twisting it between his fingers. My moans were coming out loud, he knew how to make me melt like ice in ninety degree heat.
"Are you ready to come yet?" I nodded furiously at his question and he chuckled placing his thumb on clit and rubbing it lightly. I shouted out before I came hard, my body shook violently in his hold.
"That's my girl, let it consume you," He softly kissed my neck as I continued to ride out my orgasm.
Light tremors soon went through every inch of my body, even in the tips of my fingers. I found myself falling onto a soft bed, Carlisle's body soon falling on top of mine. His naked body allowed me to feel every inch of his body, every defined muscle. He smoothly ripped my panties from my body.
"I love how your skin feels under my fingertips," He whispered against my neck.
His fingers trailed down my body, tracing the outline of my breast, circling around my belly button. His simple touch made me want him more, the way he worshiped my body as if I were a temple.
"Your body will forever be mine to caress, to love," His lips ran over my throat. "To taste, to touch."
"Carlisle please make love to me," My legs wrapped themselves around his waist pulling him closer to me.
"I can't deny you anything," His voice spoke in a sultry tone.
He pulled me into a kiss that sent a raging fire through my veins, his tongue running across my lips, my mouth opened giving him immediate dominance of my own tongue. He slowly entered me, receiving a small sigh from me. His long smooth strokes were slow and steady, savoring each and every second that went past. My moans and sighs of pleasure fueled his fire of passion, his thrusts soon became harder and faster. The heated coil in me tightening slowly in each passing moment.
"Carlisle...I'm almost there," My hips thrust upward to meet his hips.
"Come for me Isabella," His teeth slowly pressed into my neck, making me gasp at the pain.
"Carlisle!" The mixture of pain and pleasure caused my climax to break free, sending my body into an orgasmic heaven. I cried out at the wonderful feeling he gave me.
Soon after I felt Carlisle release inside of me, his sounds of pleasure made my skin tingle. My legs fell from his body, feeling completely sated. Carlisle removed himself from on top of me, only to pull me into his arms.
"Happy birthday my sweet fallen angel," His lips pressed into my nape causing me to sigh.
"Thank you Carlisle. One of my best birthdays to date," I turned to face him.
"Alice also has something to give you," He touched my lips with his fingers.
"Is it better than your gift?" I teased.
"She wishes," He chuckled lightly.
"Well, I'll be the judge of that," I gave him a chaste kiss before I got up from the bed.
Edward's POV
"Thirty two dead, including Hajime Nakamura," My partner Emmett as we stared at the scene in front of us.
"Anybody see the murderer?" I asked running my hands through my hair.
"We got one goon who was knocked unconscious, he said it was a woman, he's not much help though, he's scared shitless,"
I sighed shaking my head. "We've been after this guy for damn near six months. A whole fucking unit and one god damn woman gets to him in one night," I looked up at Emmett who only shrugged. "How does that make us look?"
"She had to have had help," Emmett tried to explain.
"No," I kneeled down in front one of the dead bodies that littered the room. I put on a glove and pulled the bullet that was lodged in his forehead. "This is same person who got Javier Mendez, Luke Black, Marcus Davidson, the list goes on and fucking on. None of these men had a chance, each one hit with perfect precision, they were either received a hit to brain or the heart. The bullets are marked so they won't be traced."
"So basically from what I'm hearing a hot ass chick is going around killing men so powerful that even we can't get to them?" Emmett asked astonished. "Shit we might hire her and let her do the job for us!"
"We've been chasing this person for years and the first clue we've gotten is that she is a woman," I walked into the room where Nakamura's body was. "It's like chasing a damn ghost."
"So what are we doing?" Emmett asked.
"Start tagging the bodies, even though it'll be a waste of time we examine the bodies and hope that woman left some type of hair, fabric of finger fucking print."
"Relax man, we'll get her eventually," He patted me on my back. "Alright start taggin' and baggin'!"
He left me in the room with Nakamura, I bent down and stared at the naked man. His eyes still open from his death. If the murderer was a woman, the only way she could've gotten this close to this man was if she was prostitute or played one. Whoever we're dealing with isn't going to let us catch her so easily, she's made that clear ever since she started this massacre.
"She must've been beautiful if you picked her up," I walked out of the room.