Mob Boss

Chapter Five: A Night to Remember

Edward Cullen

Nothing has been the same since our baby died. Nothing would ever be the same again for Bella or me.

We planned to call our little girl Renesmee to honor both Esme and Renee. She would have possessed the potential to blossom into an extraordinary young woman, a vision that danced through the corridors of my mind. In this reverie, I envisioned myself imparting upon her the depths of my passion for the piano, nurturing her musical prowess from the earliest of ages. Meanwhile, Bella, my captivating and exceptional wife, would have embarked on the noble task of instilling within her a profound appreciation for the finest works of literature, guiding her towards the literary masterpieces that would shape her discerning taste.

During Bella's delicate state of pregnancy, I failed to embody the epitome of a devoted husband. Regrettably, there were numerous occasions, too numerous to tally, when I sought solace in the embrace of the forest alongside my brethren, all in an attempt to preserve a semblance of composure in Bella's presence. My fixation had been solely on the precarious notion of losing both Bella and the unborn child, rendering me oblivious to the profound isolation and sheer terror that must have consumed her. She was but a tender girl when our union was forged, a mere wisp of existence with an entire tapestry of experiences awaiting her before the shackles of eternity bound her. I yearned for her to bask in the caress of the sun upon her countenance as I whisked her away to far-flung realms she could scarcely fathom. I longed for her to savor the succulence of ripe fruit, the decadence of chocolate, the indulgence of a perfectly seared rib eye steak, and the myriad flavors of ice cream, etching them into the recesses of her memory. But my dear Bella, instead, was burdened with a precarious pregnancy and her husband's feeble grasp on solace, leaving her cry for both of us.

In the wake of our baby's death, I clung to Bella with an unwavering grip, steadfastly refusing to abandon her, even in the depths of her slumber. For a span of more than a month, we sequestered ourselves from my family, unable to endure the sight or discourse of any other soul but our own. During this particular juncture, I found myself compelled to extend my reach to a select few individuals within my network, initiating a series of clandestine transactions wherein I bestowed upon Rosalie a collection of carefully curated offerings.

She eluded my gaze, just as our family did, for I lacked the fortitude to face them. But it was Rosalie, my dear sister, whom I wished to extend my gratitude to. In the depths of contemplation, I found myself revisiting the countless instances when Rosalie, with unwavering devotion, stood steadfastly by Bella's side throughout the tumultuous journey of her pregnancy. My sister adamantly refused to leave her position by the baby's side because she had an unwavering desire to get Bella nothing but the best. Rosalie, in her own peculiar way, had assumed the responsibility of preparing every single meal that Bella could bear to consume, considering her relentless battle with unrelenting nausea.

Rosalie, on multiple occasions, found herself compelled to bathe Bella, as the weight of her own anguish rendered her incapable of facing the task alone. I recall a particular instance when I ventured to inspect Bella's whereabouts, only to find myself lingering on the threshold of our bathroom. There, I beheld Bella, poised before the mirror, as she shed her voluminous, ivory-hued robe, unveiling the contours of her unadorned physique. Bella's stomach revolted at the mere thought of sustenance, as if her body had given up on her. The pregnancy, a sinister accomplice in her physical torment, had stealthily orchestrated the loss of nearly twenty pounds within a mere two months. Rosalie, driven by her desire to secure Bella's well-being, emerged from her task of gauging the bathwater's temperature and promptly closed the door, inadvertently excluding me from the equation. My sister, ever the guardian of Bella's dignity, shielded me from witnessing the intimate act of bathing bestowed upon her. That's when I began bestowing upon Rosalie all that I could muster—those things that words alone could not convey. I shall forever remain in the dark about the profound impact those months had on Rosalie's mindset.

The man I once was seemed like a distant memory, a mere specter haunting the recesses of my mind. Yet, my love for Bella remained steadfast, an unwavering flame that refused to be extinguished. Its intensity burned with a fervor that would endure, unyielding to the passage of time. I performed the duties of a virtuous gentleman, coaxing her out of the confines of her bed at her own pace, persuading her to partake in sustenance once more, and ultimately, when the opportune moment arrived, instructing her in the art of embracing life anew. I, like a virtuous gentleman, exercised unwavering patience with her. I refrained from imposing any semblance of affection or intimacy upon her, instead choosing to bide my time. I seized the opportunity to cherish the simple act of clasping her delicate hand and cradling her slumbering form, both in the light of day and the depths of night. I bided my time, patiently awaiting her signal and her unspoken consent for the intimate dance we both desired. Even when she sensed her readiness, I held her at arm's length, insisting she delve deeper into her own desires until absolute certainty coursed through her veins. Not a single day passed without Bella expressing her gratitude for my unwavering patience, unwavering devotion, and unwavering love.

As my family observed my diligent efforts in tending to Bella's needs and gradually coaxing her out of the confines of our home, their inquiries about my own well-being ceased to exist. In due course, I became acclimated to the resounding absence of their concern, adapting to the eerie hush that enveloped the subject. To the uninitiated masses, it appeared as though the collective consciousness had conveniently overlooked the fact that I, too, had suffered the agonizing loss of my own flesh and blood. I find myself perplexed by the enigmatic path I have chosen, delving into the treacherous realm of organized crime. It all began innocuously enough—a mere act of benevolence for a dear acquaintance—yet little did I know the fateful trajectory that awaited me. I won't deceive and profess that it failed to serve as a most welcomed diversion, for indeed it did. Surrounded by the denizens of the underworld, I found solace in the art of obliterating my own heartache, channeling it instead into a relentless pursuit of causing pain. I found myself immersed in this sordid trade, driven by a relentless desire to exact retribution upon the men of the underworld who had woefully neglected their duty to safeguard the women in their midst. That's where it all commenced. Before I delved into the treacherous realm of arms dealing, acquiring factories, and orchestrating the illicit drug trade, I once possessed a modicum of integrity. I found myself immersed in the treacherous world of organized crime, a shadowy figure consumed by a sinister allure that bound me to its clutches indefinitely.

There wasn't a single day in my life that I didn't think of our baby. Were I to possess the frailties of the human condition, my sleep would undoubtedly be plagued by haunting visions of her and the myriad of moments that shall forever elude my grasp. I would never have the opportunity to escort her on that momentous first day of school, imparting wisdom and instilling a sense of resilience. Nor would I guide her unsteady steps as she learned to ride a bicycle or console her with a comforting scoop of ice cream when her tender heart was shattered by her inaugural teenage romance. The prospect of embarrassing her with a heartfelt speech and a collection of embarrassing baby photographs at her graduation would forever elude me. But above all, the most grievous loss would be the absence of the cherished privilege to accompany my precious daughter down the aisle, bestowing upon her my heartfelt blessings for a lifetime of boundless joy.

The evolution of my intimate encounters with Bella had unfolded gradually, as if a dark and twisted dance between two souls entangled in a web of desire. With each passing day, our encounters grew in frequency, creating a relentless rhythm that consumed us both. And as the hands of time ticked on, I found myself surrendering to the primal urges that had long been dormant within me, allowing the physical boundaries between us to blur and fade into the abyss. Whenever I dared to resist the allure of my touch growing more forceful, Bella's anger would ignite, her demands echoing through the room like a tempestuous storm. She yearned for the transformation, the metamorphosis into a vampire, craving the union of our souls in the depths of the most sinister and profound desires. However, what eluded everyone, my own family included, was the realization that should Bella undergo the transformation, her prospects of conceiving anew would undoubtedly dwindle. What eluded everyone's grasp was my unspoken willingness to embrace the prospect of fatherhood. I yearned for Bella to remain tethered to her humanity, to exude a comforting warmth that would endure the test of time, allowing her to gracefully age and embrace the joys of motherhood—an abundance of babies as vast as her heart desired.

This seemingly innocuous hall pass, or whatever Bella deemed it fit to label it, proved to be the cataclysmic force that shattered the very foundation of our once unbreakable union. She yearned for me to embody the savage nature that had captivated her heart, and I comprehended her apprehension for my own welfare. I refused to deceive her by claiming unwavering mastery over my impulses in Bella's presence. In moments of ravenous hunger or during the throes of our intimate encounters, an insatiable desire would consume me, compelling me to feast upon her very essence. Vampires, oh how they yearned for the carnal pleasures that none dare speak of in the realm of immortality. The insatiable hunger that consumed them extended far beyond the mere sustenance of blood. No, it was a voracity that encompassed desires both primal and forbidden—a ravenous craving for sustenance, for intimacy, for dominion, for swiftness. Such were the unspoken truths that plagued those condemned to an eternity of darkness. There existed an inescapable allure, an irresistible force that no amount of self-restraint could ever hope to conquer.

Since the moment I laid eyes on Bella, the notion of being entangled with another woman had never even grazed the periphery of my thoughts. The notion, a sinister seed, had never dared to take root within the confines of my mind. Not a single whisper, not even a fleeting thought, had ever dared to dance upon the stage of my consciousness. Ever since I descended into the depths of the underworld, a swarm of women, both mortal and vampiric, had fixated upon me with an unsettling fervor. They flaunted their desires and flirtations, hoping to capture my attention. Yet, not once did I offer even the faintest glimmer of encouragement, refusing to indulge their misguided hopes. I was acquainted with formidable individuals, and it was an undeniable truth that these men possessed a penchant for maintaining multiple female companions in their intricate webs of existence. I'd overhear their hushed conversations, filled with whispers of wives, mistresses, and girlfriends. They spoke of the delicate art of appeasement, sharing tales of how they maintained their affections through the gilded allure of jewelry, the deceptive allure of botox, and the seductive power of black cards. The work consumed my every waking moment, a relentless obsession that Bella could sense deep within her soul.

Bella's audacious gesture left me seething with anger as her unexpected gift materialized before me. In her words, she chronicled the tales of Aro's wives, emphasizing the dire need for me to demonstrate my mettle, not only to him but also to myself, in order to safeguard our dominion from Aro's insidious machinations and thwart his audacious bid for territorial conquest. Bella, ever the astute observer, had always refrained from meddling in my affairs, as I had explicitly requested. And to her credit, she had dutifully honored that boundary with unwavering respect. But she couldn't deny the fact that Aro's power was expanding, for she was not one to turn a blind eye or play the fool.

She was keenly aware of how the men of influence regarded him and his harem, witnessing his unyielding control over them, while they, in turn, showered him with unwavering affection and undying devotion. Bella implored me to consider the audacious idea of indulging in carnal pleasures with women other than herself. In her letter, she made it abundantly clear that she had no intention of suggesting a polygamous arrangement but rather proposed a mere dalliance, a temporary exploration that might serve to satiate my desires and rid me of any lingering curiosity. She treated me as if I were a ticking time bomb on the verge of detonation, when the truth was that she alone possessed the power to quell the storm brewing within me.

Bella's aversion to crude language only heightened her allure in my eyes; she was the epitome of sensuality, a woman whose mere presence captivated me like no other. Her alabaster complexion, her piercing gaze, and her ample breasts were nothing less than flawless. She was sexy, but she didn't want to hear it.

Once the gift was bestowed upon me, I retreated to the sanctuary of our opulent library, where I ensconced myself within its walls, ensuring my solitude. With a sense of trepidation, I consigned the note to the flames of our majestic hearth, unwilling to subject my gaze to its contents. Restless and agitated, I traversed the room with an intensity that matched the ticking of the clock. The mere thought of interruption sent shivers down my spine, prompting me to issue a stern command to my loyal subordinates, urging them to erect an impenetrable barrier against any unwelcome intrusion. I found myself in desperate need of a respite, a moment to delve into the depths of my thoughts, grappling relentlessly with a notion that had ensnared my mind. Bella, cunning and manipulative, had clandestine conversations with both Rosalie and Tanya, weaving a web of deceit behind my unsuspecting back. Through her artful persuasion, she managed to sway them, convincing them that a night spent in my company was not only desirable but also served the best interests of our intertwined fates.

Bella wanted me to be with Tanya tonight. Bella wanted me to fuck my own sister.

Rosalie, who was married to my brother, unexplainably found herself drawn in by the seductive allure of jeopardizing her own union in exchange for a brief encounter with me. Emmett had conveniently omitted any mention of an open marriage, leaving Bella and her to clandestinely navigate the treacherous waters of infidelity. Their thoughts were a murky labyrinth, a twisted maze of enigmatic intentions that eluded my grasp. None of it coalesced into a coherent whole, leaving me adrift in a sea of perplexity.

Rosalie and I had always been at odds, our relationship a constant dance of discord. This morning, however, she had managed to push the boundaries of my patience to their very limits. Oblivious to the perils that lurked beyond our secluded home, she seemed determined to venture into town unaccompanied, heedless of the potential dangers that awaited her. All I yearned for was her well-being, not out of any carnal desire but driven solely by a sense of moral rectitude. And in a cruel twist of fate, I discover a mere few hours later that my sister harbors a sinister desire for me. She is willing to jeopardize her own sacred union, all for the fleeting pleasure of occupying my bed for a solitary night.

I yearned to embody the fullest extent of my vampiric potential, and indeed, there were moments when temptation would stealthily slither its way into my consciousness. A seductive fragrance would be wafting through the air, or a woman might meticulously apply lipstick to her lips, creating an irresistible allure with her mouth. I would momentarily become disoriented and under the spell of the present in that fleeting moment. I would retreat into the depths of the wilderness, seeking solace amidst the towering trees, where I could satiate my insatiable hunger by feasting upon the mightiest of creatures, thus exerting dominion over my own primal urges. Yet, Bella's insight struck a chord within me, forcing me to confront the possibility that my chosen method of grappling with my inner demons may not have been the most prudent course of action. Sex was an outlet I never fathomed, especially not with women who did not bear the title of my cherished wife.

The notion of jeopardizing my marriage, as well as Emmett and Rosalie's, held no allure for me. However, the mere suggestion that my sister and wife could harbor a scandalous secret, enticing me to partake in its manipulation and ultimate realization, stirred a disconcerting reaction within me. My member, against my better judgment, began to awaken, almost hardening in response.

In the deepest recesses of my mind, where shadows dance and secrets lurk, There existed within me a certain facet that harbored no qualms about indulging in the company of Rosalie and Tanya. Tanya exuded an intoxicating blend of allure and intellect, a potent combination that left those in her presence spellbound. Rosalie, my sister, evoked within me a peculiar desire to explore the depths of her essence and to savor her flavor in a way that defied the boundaries of familial bonds.

I was well aware of Bella's aversion to witnessing my interactions with either Tanya or Rosalie on this particular evening. Uncertainty gnawed at me like a relentless predator stalking its prey. Did she desire to be enlightened about my acceptance or rejection of her offering? Regardless, I understood that I owed her the courtesy of shielding her from witnessing my association with either of them. I resolved to set aside the throbbing ache within my chest, redirecting my attention towards the gradual stiffening of my member. Bella had inscribed her desires with an audacious declaration, one that left no room for ambiguity or compromise. Tonight, she yearned for an experience that would be solely dedicated to my gratification, devoid of any other considerations or distractions. Tonight, she yearned for me to embody the essence of a vampire, and without hesitation, I resolved to fulfill her darkest desires.

As I laid eyes upon Rosalie's arrival, a wicked scheme took root within me. Deliberately, I dispatched Emmett on an errand, ensuring his absence would not hinder my plans in the hours to come. Tonight was Rosalie's meticulously orchestrated affair, leaving me free to indulge in my own desires without a shred of responsibility weighing on my conscience. That's precisely why, as I observed her ascend the staircase towards her bedroom alongside Emmett, I deliberately trailed behind her. Tonight, I yearned for an abyss of darkness, a night steeped in the depths of depravity. And what could be more twisted and perverse than the forbidden act of sex with my own sister, defiling the sacred space she shares with her unsuspecting spouse?

They wanted me for tonight, and for tonight alone, perhaps it was alright for me to want them too.

I was going to fuck her. I was going to fuck her hard in the same bed she shared with Emmett.

In that moment, I didn't care what my brother wanted. If he knew what I wanted right now, he would probably try to kill me.

Once the night had run its course and the savage creature within me had been unleashed, my intentions were set on devoting more of my precious hours to Bella. I'd devise a cunning scheme to relegate this evening to the depths of oblivion, ensuring that she harbored not a single shred of uncertainty that, henceforth, there existed solely the inextricable bond between her and me.

With a subtle nod to my vigilant security detail, I silently motioned for them to grant me the solitude I so desperately craved. Ascending the staircase, I traversed the desolate corridor, cloaked in a shroud of secrecy, ensuring that my clandestine movements remained concealed from prying eyes. I pressed forward, my relentless pursuit leading me to the threshold of her bedroom. It was at this pivotal moment, and only then, that I delved into the depths of my breast pocket, ensuring the presence of those meticulously wrapped condoms, their protective foil coating pressed against my finger tips.


Rosalie Cullen

But Edward's words sliced through the cacophony of my mind, leaving nothing but a chilling silence in their wake.

"I want you from behind."

I blinked, my eyes momentarily betraying my confusion. I yearned for him to echo his words and grant me the clarity I so desperately sought.

"Get on the bed," Edward said, his voice deepening in a way I'd never heard before.

I found myself teetering on the precipice of emotional unraveling, my composure hanging by a thread as I deliberately and methodically turned away from Edward. He had meticulously secured the door, a calculated act that betrayed his unwavering determination. It was abundantly clear that he possessed a clear vision of his desires, and any potential interruptions were to be vehemently denied until he had achieved a state of absolute contentment.

I compelled myself to banish any trace of Emmett from my mind, resolutely fixating on the present moment, recognizing it as a mere physical endeavor devoid of any emotional significance. This was not a tale of love or intimacy, for I harbored the certainty that he and I would forever remain estranged from the realm of love. I was keenly aware of the affection he harbored for Bella, a sentiment that had been unmistakably evident in his gaze since that fateful encounter in the cafeteria and had persisted unwaveringly with each passing day. Edward's desire for me was nonexistent; instead, a primal hunger lurked within him, yearning to break free. And I, too, harbored a dark longing, eagerly surrendering to the beast within him, allowing it to dominate me in every conceivable manner.

The room fell into a hushed stillness, so thick with tension that even the faintest sound would have shattered the delicate balance he craved. He possessed me with a fervent desire to submit; his commanding presence was already a punishment in itself. I was left with no choice but to surrender, my every action driven by the intoxicating allure of my own pleasure. He loomed silently behind me, his presence sending a shiver down my spine. My gaze fixed on the bed below, its pristine linens whispering promises of untold pleasures. The crispness of the sheets, a testament to the morning's meticulous care, heightened the anticipation coursing through my veins. The linens, a seductive shade of smoky gray, caressed the bed with a tantalizing touch. Their thread count, an extravagant indulgence, whispered promises of opulence and sensuality. The matching pillow cases, like accomplices in a forbidden tryst, beckoned with an allure that only the most discerning connoisseurs could appreciate. This is the very spot he yearned to possess me, upon the sacred mattress I once intimately shared with his brother.

In that tantalizing moment, a surge of raw desire coursed through my veins, igniting a primal hunger within me. With deliberate intent, I gracefully arched my supple form over the edge of the bed, my ass provocatively poised, yearning for the merest brush of contact against his muscular thigh as I assumed my position, ready to surrender to his every whim. I arched my supple ass, a tantalizing display of my desire to satiate his every craving. I found myself irresistibly drawn to the tantalizing notion of him succumbing to the temptation of delivering a deliciously welcomed spank upon both of my eager cheeks, causing my lower lip to instinctively be caught between my teeth in a seductive bite. I yearned for his hand to caress me with a firmness that would leave an indelible mark upon my pristine alabaster skin.

The provocative angle of my body accentuated the supple curve of my spine as I arched my back. With my heels tantalizingly suspended over the edge of the bed, I assumed the position he craved, ready to indulge in the forbidden desires that lay ahead. He hungered for me, consumed by a primal desire to claim me from behind, to possess me like a forbidden mistress, and to unleash the untamed beast within. And in that moment, I succumbed to his insatiable cravings, surrendering myself to his voracious appetite. I assumed the most alluring stance, yearning for him to relish the sight of my surrender. I pressed my hands against the mattress, my fingers gripping the fabric with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. My gaze remained fixed ahead, refusing to glance back, as I gradually spread my knees apart, positioning myself on all fours, just as he desired.

In that fleeting instant, he remained motionless, his lips sealed shut, a silent observer as he loomed behind me. I could sense his admiration and his unspoken desire as I reveled in the power I held over him. He likely anticipated my rebellious spirit, my refusal to surrender, and my craving for a battle of wills. But I yearned to witness the depths of his desires and to surrender myself completely to his commanding presence. Every fiber of my being throbbed with a primal longing, begging me to succumb to his dominant allure.

Bella's image danced through my mind, igniting a dangerous desire within me. The thought of him conjuring her image while ravishing me sent a shiver down my spine. If Edward so desired, it would come to pass, for my futile attempts to ignite his longing for me were in vain. I yearned for him to claim me as a lover and his sister.

In that breathtaking instant, my jaw descended in sheer astonishment as Edward's hands, so adept and knowing, discovered the tender, yielding flesh of my hips. His fingertips, like masterful artisans, ensnared the delicate fabric of my thong, effortlessly unfurling it down my quivering thighs, beneath my trembling knees, and past my arching heels. As Edward continued to remain silent, I became sensually aware of my exposed, delicate folds and how the cool night breeze was caressing them.

In the stifling stillness, it was my burden to shatter the hushed anticipation that enveloped us. My voice, a mere whisper, commanded him with a seductive urgency.

"Put on a condom first."

In that moment, the unmistakable sound of his approach reached my ears—a symphony of anticipation. Edward, with his commanding presence, loomed over me, his body still adorned in garments that concealed the raw desire simmering beneath. The frigid touch of his belt buckle grazed against the supple curve of my buttock, sending shivers of both trepidation and longing down my spine. His warm and intoxicatingly close lips brushed against the delicate shell of my ear, and his voice was a seductive murmur that sent a delicious shiver through my being.

"Are you afraid of what I'm capable of doing to you, my sister?"

Edward's body recoiled from mine with a suddenness that left me breathless—a tantalizing dance of distance that ignited a fire within me. Before I could even form a coherent thought, his retreat sent a shiver down my spine, awakening a primal desire that pulsed through my veins. I hungrily nibbled on my lower lip, my senses heightened by the tantalizing sound of him tearing open the condom wrapper. The seductive melody of his unzipping trousers filled the air, his urgency evident as he neglected to remove his belt, adding an extra layer of raw desire to our encounter. He yearned to approach this encounter as the fleeting tryst it truly was, devoid of emotional entanglements. His desire was for it to be a carnal act stripped of any sentiment, a raw and primal connection that only creatures like us could truly comprehend.

Edward wasted no time in closing the distance between us, his hands possessively claiming my waist and his touch igniting a primal fire within me. With a swift and powerful motion, he pulled me back, our bodies melding together in a dance of desire. The tantalizing thrusts sent shivers down my spine, eliciting a gasp of both shock and desire. I couldn't help but wonder if his mischievous grin was a result of my unexpected reaction.

His mere graze sent a shiver down my spine, igniting a primal desire within me. The intensity of his touch was like a clandestine flame, setting my senses ablaze. In that moment, he sensed the undeniable evidence of my arousal, a secret we both shared. In that very instant, Edward poised himself at the threshold of my desire. Sensations surged through me as the velvety tip of his manhood brushed against my eager flesh, causing an involuntary gasp to escape my lips. My hand instinctively rose to conceal the astonishment that overwhelmed me, for I could scarcely fathom the sheer thickness he possessed. It surpassed even the magnitude of Emmett's, doubling in girth and leaving me breathless with anticipation. As I beheld his formidable stature, a wave of unanticipated desire coursed through me, leaving me breathless and unsteady. Edward, sensing my visceral response, emitted a primal growl that reverberated within the depths of his being, a sound too carnal to ever be uttered aloud. In the tiniest of unintentional missteps, Edward discovered that he possessed an immense size that surpassed any I had ever experienced. This newfound knowledge ignited a fiery passion within him, propelling him into a whirlwind of desire. In that very instant, Edward's desire surged, and his body responded with an undeniable hardness.

In this tantalizing moment, a dangerous dance of temptation unfolded before us. The allure of our clandestine desires beckoned, whispering promises of forbidden pleasure. The weight of our partners' unsuspecting hearts hung heavy in the air, a burden we could alleviate with a single choice. Yet the magnetic pull between us was undeniable, an irresistible force that defied reason. We were captivated by the intoxicating prospect of surrendering to our carnal cravings, if only for a single, stolen night. My eyes welled up with tears, a mixture of pleasure and vulnerability, as Edward firmly gripped my hips, asserting his control over me. With a deliberate and commanding motion, he plunged his rigid length into me, penetrating me to the very core. I could feel myself being consumed by his presence; my perception of male perfection was forever altered in that moment of exquisite bliss. He had ravaged my very essence, leaving me forever marked by his insatiable hunger. His formidable stature ignited a primal curiosity within me, causing me to ponder how a delicate creature like Bella could withstand his overwhelming presence and still find the strength to stand. I found myself unable to fathom the precise length of Edward's manhood, but as he plunged into me with swift, forceful strokes, I experienced a profound ache deep within, as if my very core had been bruised, torn, and surrendered entirely to his insatiable desire to possess me.

As I succumbed to his presence, a mischievous and intoxicating moan escaped my lips, reverberating through the air. I tossed my hair seductively, a tantalizing display designed to draw him in. Every inch of my being quivered in response, igniting a primal reaction within him and causing his throbbing desire to surge deeper within me. Edward's skilled hands, like a maestro's touch, caressed and teased the supple curves of my behind. With each firm grasp, he claimed my flesh, igniting a fiery desire within me. As he plunged deeper into my core, the intensity of his passion matched the fervor of his touch, leaving me breathless and yearning for more. It felt as though his desire to caress my ass had been a lifelong yearning, and now that he finally possessed it within his firm grip, his mind would forever be consumed by the intoxicating memory.

I found myself unable to avert my gaze from his captivating presence. I trembled with trepidation, dreading the intensity of his gaze as he consumed me with his primal desires. The thought of Edward's innermost humanity bursting forth, threatening to halt our illicit affair, sent a shiver of both fear and exhilaration down my spine.

Edward's throaty growl reverberated through the room. With a swift, deliberate motion, his hand connected with my tender left buttock, eliciting a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure. A high-pitched squeal escaped my lips, a testament to the intoxicating fusion of sensations coursing through my body. As a result of our shared desire, I arched my back and pressed up against him, inviting him to discover the extent of my longing. In this moment, I had become intimately acquainted with his impressive size and thickness, and now I craved nothing more than to surrender myself completely to his insatiable hunger.

All thoughts of Emmett were gone. My mind fixated solely on the intoxicating moisture pooling between my quivering thighs, a testament to the surrender of my body to the commanding prowess of Edward's formidable and masterful cock.

"Mhm, brother!"

The word "brother" slipped from my lips, a provocative confession that ignited a primal fire within us both. With every unrelenting thrust, our bodies became a symphony of carnal yearning, a sinful melody that crescendoed with each fevered collision. Time stood still as Edward claimed me, his rhythm unyielding, his passion unapologetic.

I reveled in the deliciously wicked anticipation of the scandalous whispers that would ensue if anyone were to catch a glimpse of me on my knees, surrendering to the forbidden desires of being fucked by my own brother. The weight of societal judgment held no sway over my insatiable hunger, for I was willing to defy convention and embrace the intoxicating allure of my brother's illicit touch. Bella's desire was palpable, a seductive invitation that beckoned us to indulge in a night of unbridled passion. The responsibility fell upon our shoulders to transform this fleeting moment into an unforgettable one.

My lips involuntarily moistened with anticipation as Edward's hand, seemingly materializing from the depths of desire, seized my lustrous blonde hair, entwining them with a commanding force around his dominant fist. My body instinctively arches in response to his commanding presence. A delicious ache resonates through my nipples, a tantalizing blend of pleasure and pain.

As Edward savored the depths of our intimate connection, he withdrew from within me, igniting a fiery ache that left me yearning for more. Desire-driven, my body gave way to the force of his departure, causing me to crash into the mattress in a delirious rage. But Edward, with his supernatural agility, swiftly maneuvered, flipping me over with a breathtaking swiftness that left me breathless and vulnerable, eagerly awaiting his next move. I gazed into his smoldering eyes, their intensity catching me off guard. Surrendering myself to his commanding presence, I yearned for his touch to be unyielding, pushing me to the brink of pleasure and pain. I craved the exhilarating sensation of him exploring the depths of my boundaries, relentlessly pushing them to new, uncharted territories.

Edward's eyes locked onto me, his gaze smoldering with a mix of desire and anticipation. With a slow, deliberate motion, I raised my hands, my fingertips brushing against the delicate fabric of my bra. The front clasp yielded under my touch, surrendering to my command. As the lacy material fell away, my breasts were unveiled, their soft curves bared to Edward's hungry gaze. The air crackled with a potent blend of electricity and forbidden pleasure as we both succumbed to the intoxicating allure of our shared desires. Edward's intense gaze bore into me, his eyes tracing every inch of my body as I slowly emerged from the plush mattress.

With a deliberate motion, I unclasped my lace bra, allowing it to gracefully fall to the floor, leaving me vulnerable and exposed, yearning to surrender myself to his desires. I luxuriated against the plush pillows, my body yielding to their softness, as I observed Edward's deliberate descent onto the bed. His movements were purposeful, his intent clear as he positioned himself between my legs, reclaiming his rightful place. As I delicately lowered my hand to unfasten the straps of my heels, his commanding grasp seized my delicate wrist, halting my every movement. As his gaze brimmed with tantalizing mischief, I couldn't help but succumb to the allure. My teeth sank into my lower lip, a silent invitation to the forbidden desires that danced between us. He yearned for me to maintain the allure of those heels as he continued to have his way with me.

Edward, with an air of dominance, guided my willing form to his desires, his eyes filled with a hunger that matched the intensity of his touch. Though his suit remained intact, his commanding presence left me yearning for the sweet release that only he could provide. As the plush pillows cradled my head, Edward reveled in the power he held over me, eager to push the boundaries of pleasure and explore the depths of my surrender. As Edward plunged himself into me once again I couldn't help but smirk. With a firm grasp on my trembling ankles, he elevated my legs, exposing the vulnerable core of my femininity. In the intimate embrace of the missionary position, our bodies merged as one, igniting a fiery passion that consumed us both. He arched my stilettos towards the heavens, and in that moment, I glimpsed the divine.

"Don't ever stop," I pleaded with him, my voice dripping with desire, to never cease the intoxicating dance of our bodies. And in response, a primal growl escaped his lips, resonating with the untamed power of a hunter claiming his willing prey. I sensually caressed my own supple breasts, tantalizing Edward with the promise of their forbidden touch. With aching desire, I delicately pinched and tugged at each sensitive nipple, coaxing them to stiffen under my skilled ministrations. His eyes remained fixed on me, his mouth slightly agape, as he became the catalyst for my first orgasm.

In a swift surge of dominance, Edward seized control, effortlessly maneuvering us until I found myself perched atop his firm, supine form. With a tantalizing slowness, he unfastened his belt, the sound of the buckle echoing through the room, and deftly lowered his trousers, revealing his desire. As he surrendered to my command, I embraced the intoxicating freedom to mount him, relishing in the pleasure that awaited us both.

As I watched him beneath me, a tantalizing stillness enveloped the room. With deliberate slowness, I caressed my fingers through my lustrous locks, allowing them to cascade over my bare shoulders. His eyes, filled with a mixture of desire and anticipation, remained fixated on my every move. He wasn't merely envisioning Bella, oh no. I could discern it in the depths of his gaze—a smoldering intensity that spoke volumes. In that fleeting instant, he was undeniably entwined with me, his desires intertwining with mine. And yet, a tumultuous mix of emotions surged within me, leaving me breathless and unsure of how to navigate this intoxicating revelation. Neither of us desired to transform our carnal encounters into a facade of passion, a masquerade of desire. We hungered for the carnal release—an undeniable allure that consumed us both. It was a magnetic force, drawing us together with an intensity that left no room for anything beyond our primal desires.

I sensually guided Edward's hands up from the tantalizing expanse of my exposed thighs, my gaze locked with his, a silent invitation. As his hands reached the apex of desire, they found solace upon the curves of my breasts, his touch igniting a primal fire within me. Waves of pleasure surged through my body, causing my eyes to flutter and my consciousness to surrender to the intoxicating sensations. Sensations of my taut, tingling peaks pressing against his eager hands ignited a primal urge, a tantalizing promise of yet another climax yearning to be set free.

I straddled Edward, feeling the heat between us intensify as his hands skillfully explored the curves of my breasts, igniting a desire that surpassed anything Emmett had ever awakened within me. I transformed into a primal creature, shedding all inhibitions as I surrendered to the raw desire coursing through my veins. My appearance and vocalizations became inconsequential, mere background noise to the symphony of pleasure that consumed me. With every moan that escaped my lips, I reveled in the anticipation of the impending climax, my insatiable hunger urging me to ride him with unyielding fervor, craving the sensation of being fully enveloped by his throbbing manhood.

"You're touching my cervix." I moaned

I was suddenly so thankful for the music playing downstairs at the party, for Edward and I were very loud, neither of us capable of holding back now.

As my body gracefully contorted into the sultry reverse cowgirl stance, a mischievous smile played upon my lips. With each tantalizing gyration, I sought to captivate him and unleash the hidden desires that lay dormant within his core. The intensity in his eyes was palpable, a testament to the forbidden pleasure that coursed through our entangled bodies. As his hand connected with my supple flesh, the sting mingled with a heady concoction of pleasure and pain, igniting a fire that consumed us both. In that moment, it was clear that he reveled in the knowledge that he had ventured beyond the realm of the virtuous, succumbing to the allure of a woman unafraid to embrace her darkest desires.

Glancing seductively behind me, my eyes locked with Edward's as I hungrily straddled his throbbing member. My tongue darted across my lips, moistening them with tantalizing anticipation. With each sensuous rotation of my hips, I savored the way he reacted to my insatiable desire to engulf him completely. And in that moment, I resolved to push the boundaries even further, to explore the depths of pleasure with him.

"Let me suck it," my voice dripping with desire, to grant me the intoxicating privilege of tasting his throbbing manhood.

Edward's acquiescent nod sent a shiver of excitement coursing through my tender frame, granting me the tantalizing opportunity to indulge in the intimate act of pleasuring him with my mouth and skills. I peeled off the condom first, wishing to savor him.

I sensually eased myself off his throbbing member, granting my pulsating center the respite it craved. Nestling beside him, my fingers instinctively wrapped around the firm shaft, my lips eagerly enveloping every inch, leaving no room for hesitation. Edward's groan reverberated through the room, a primal sound that stirred something deep within me. The imposing figure of the mafia man, unable to resist the allure, instinctively pressed his hand against his own lips, stifling the forbidden pleasure that threatened to escape. Meanwhile, I indulged in the sinful act of taking him into my mouth, savoring the intoxicating blend of his essence, a delectable mixture of salt and desire. He was devoid of any trace of pubic hair, a smooth canvas for me to enjoy. His manhood, a delicate shade of rosy pink, stood proudly, exuding an undeniable allure. Its girth, adorned with intricate veins, promised a tantalizing experience beyond imagination. But above all, his essence lingered on my lips like a forbidden indulgence. He possessed a purity that heightened the intensity of his flavor, leaving me intoxicated with desire.

With reckless abandon, I indulged in the sinful act of tracing the entirety of his formidable member with my tongue, a daring move that would surely ignite a fire within him. And then, with a voice dripping with desire,

"Film me"

I commanded Edward, my partner in this clandestine affair, to capture the raw intensity of our encounter on film, forever immortalizing our night.

To my delightful astonishment, Edward's hesitation dissolved into a sensuous anticipation as he delicately delved his hand into the depths of his breast pocket, retrieving his phone with a tantalizing grace. I had never experienced a more intoxicating allure, as the camera's seductive glow enveloped me. With a tantalizing flick of my tongue, I traced the contours of his manhood, relishing in the sensation of his velvety skin against my lips. It was a delicate dance, akin to a kitten lapping up a saucer of milk, as I indulged in the delectable essence of his essence. Edward's jaw dropped, and his eyes fixed on me as I tantalizingly indulged him. With the camera in his trembling hands, he inched closer, capturing every moment as I valiantly attempted to engulf him entirely, my mouth struggling to accommodate his size. The overwhelming sensation brought tears to my eyes, a symphony of pleasure and vulnerability merging into a guttural sound that escaped my throat.

"You like that?" Edward asked

I knew he didn't want to ask or even talk this way to me or any girl, but when he saw me nod, Edward bit his lower lip, daring me to respond.

"I've never had one this big." I said before giggling.

I arched my back, gracefully rising from his lap, his eyes never leaving me as I moved. The camera captured every tantalizing moment as I delicately brushed my hair away from my flushed face, revealing the desire that burned within me. With a deliberate slowness, I brought my free hand to my glistening chin, tracing the wetness that lingered there, before sensually caressing the corners of my mouth. And then, with an intoxicating seduction, I brought each finger to my lips, sucking on them one by one, savoring the taste.

"Now put on a new condom and show me who's the boss around here."

Edward's gaze lingered on me, his eyes tracing every contour of my face as he posed his question with a hint of intrigue. "Tell me and tell me now that you have him wear a condom each time," he purred, his voice dripping with seductive curiosity. A sudden surge of disdain coursed through me as his camera lens fixated on my form, but it was the inquiry that ignited a deeper, more primal loathing within. How dare he broach the subject of Emmett in this moment, when desire and tension hang heavy in the air? I had maintained an air of sophistication throughout this entire affair, refraining from questioning his choice. However, he took advantage of our intimate moment to insidiously remind me of my infidelity with Emmett and the taboo pleasure I indulged in with my own brother.

I made a deliciously wicked choice to seize control, toying with him in ways that mirrored his own.

"Emmett needs to wear two; you've seen the beast he is."

As the luminous glow faded from Edward's phone, he deftly exchanged the device for a fresh, tantalizing condom. With an air of practiced finesse, he effortlessly sheathed himself, a silent command for me to assume a position of submission on all fours, surrendering to his desires.

In a mere breath's time, Edward had me clutching the headboard, my voice escaping in a symphony of ecstasy, as he ravished me with a ferocity unmatched by any previous encounter. With each thrust, he delved deeper into my core, igniting a primal fire that consumed my senses. In a mere half hour, he had orchestrated a symphony of pleasure, orchestrating four climaxes that left me trembling in his wake.

Edward only groaned in response; he never once uttered my name. I knew his heart belonged to Bella and not to me, not even as he found himself on the edge.

In the throes of passion, as Edward neared the pinnacle of ecstasy, he seized me with a sudden intensity. With a swift motion, he turned me over, my body now vulnerable and exposed. His weight pressed down upon me, a delicious heaviness that sent shivers down my spine. Our foreheads met, a collision of desire and longing, as I clutched onto his formidable shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh. I entwined my legs around his hips, a desperate plea for him to delve deeper into the depths of my desire. And in that moment, as our bodies melded together, he released his essence into the condom., a culmination of our shared passion.

"Ohhhhh, baby, baby," I whispered as he buried his face into the side of my neck.

After reclaiming his composure, Edward arched his body, his gaze penetrating mine with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. A palpable tension hung in the air, as if time itself held its breath, until, at long last, Edward inched closer, his lips tantalizingly close to mine, promising a forbidden ecstasy that beckoned me into the depths of desire. But as his lips drew near, I averted my gaze, fully aware that indulging in his kiss would ignite a fire of desire that he would soon come to rue. The art of kissing, a sacred act of intimacy, was a privilege reserved solely for Bella's tender embrace. If his lips were to graze mine in this very moment, it would be an act born out of a twisted sense of duty, a desperate attempt to fulfill an obligation that neither of us truly desired. He didn't require the tender touch of my lips; he had ravished me, his presence invading my bedroom, seeking release. And now, consumed by remorse, he grappled with the aftermath of his guilt.

As Edward sensually withdrew himself from within me, I gracefully slipped out from beneath his captivating presence, my body tingling with anticipation. With an alluring grace, I gracefully gathered my scattered lingerie strewn across the floor, each delicate piece a testament to the passion we had just shared. My heart raced as I retrieved my exquisite gown, its silky fabric whispering against my skin, enticing me further. As I slipped into the gown, the anticipation of the night ahead electrified my senses, as did the sound of Edward fastening his belt and zipping his pants.

"Emmett will never hear of this from me; you have my word." Edward sought to assure me.

"Thank you"

I never bothered to cast a glance his way, my attention consumed by the act of adorning my body. The urgency to head downstairs, feigning nonchalance, eclipsed any acknowledgement of the recent encounter. Bella's request stirred a dormant desire within me, a dark longing that I couldn't ignore. It was a dangerous game we played—a secret pact sealed with a stolen glance. And as I carried out her bidding, I couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction, a twisted sense of righteousness that coursed through my veins. In that moment, I knew I had surrendered to the allure of the forbidden, and I reveled in the intoxicating power it bestowed upon me. In the depths of my being, I couldn't help but acknowledge the tantalizing allure of my own debasement. Surrendering myself to him, devoid of any emotional tether, I embraced the role of a clandestine seductress, a willing participant in this twisted dance of pleasure.

"I'll have a staff member remove and destroy the sheets. And I would prefer you not speak to Bella for the duration of the party."

I merely nodded, keeping my back to him, for what he said was only fair. He wanted to protect Bella from what had transpired, and I could accept that. Edward wasn't being an asshole about what had happened; he was just being himself and safeguarding those he loved, and I respected that.

"He can never know."

"My business is my business." Edward's voice was deep and commanding as he closed the distance between us.

Edward's touch seared through my flesh, igniting a fire within me that only he could quench. Unbeknownst to him, my body still throbbed with a delicious ache, a constant reminder of the way he had ravished me, awakening desires I never knew existed. It was in that moment, as his hand pressed upon my shoulder, that I turned to face him, my eyes smoldering with a mixture of longing and surrender. Deep within, I yearned for him to claim me once more, to make me feel both cherished and debauched—a delicate balance between pleasure and sin.

My gaze remained fixated on the tantalizing knot of his shirt tie, a subtle invitation to explore the depths of his desires. I dared not meet his intense, smoldering gaze, for fear of succumbing to the wicked allure that danced within his eyes. With a trembling voice, I posed the question that held the power to ignite a fire within me—a question that, if left unanswered, would torment me forever.

"Is it always that intense?"

Instead of deigning to respond, Edward averted his gaze momentarily, his actions speaking louder than any words ever could. With a tender touch, he cradled my cheek, leaving a solitary kiss on my forehead, before abruptly departing the room, leaving me in a state of desolate solitude.

In a matter of fleeting moments, a pair of my staff stealthily infiltrated the room, their eyes averted, refusing to meet my gaze. With a palpable sense of trepidation, they commenced the meticulous task of disrobing the bed linens, eradicating any lingering remnants of our clandestine liaison. Just as I was on the verge of issuing my orders to have the room meticulously dusted and thoroughly aired out, they swiftly interjected, revealing that Mr. Cullen had left behind a set of unwavering directives. It appeared that the mattress demanded a thorough steaming, the bedroom yearned for a refreshing breeze, the linens were to be promptly replaced, and the room itself was to be vigilantly guarded throughout the duration of the party.

Amidst the diligent flurry of the staff's labor, I sought solace within the confines of my closet, yearning to regain my composure. Moments of respite were scarce, but I seized this fleeting opportunity to dab a hint of perfume upon my skin, meticulously reapply my lipstick, and finally descend the staircase to join the gathering of guests below. After the passage of approximately thirty minutes, I discovered myself positioned on the opposite side of the room from Bella, who appeared to be engaged in a fit of laughter alongside Alice and Jasper. As our gazes collided across the dimly lit room, a pang of remorse coursed through me, like a serpent slithering through my veins.

With a single, deliberate nod, I conveyed a silent message, laden with unspoken truths, and eagerly awaited her response, like a predator anticipating its prey's next move. Bella's initial display of unease was fleeting, a mere flicker in the depths of her eyes. Yet, in a twist that sent a jolt through my veins, she swiftly regained her composure, defying all expectations. Rather than succumbing to the sting of his betrayal, Bella responded with a poised nod, a subtle acknowledgment that spoke volumes. With a graceful pivot, she redirected her attention towards Alice and Jasper, seamlessly rejoining their conversation. I sensed that her response was merely a facade, a calculated attempt to conceal her true emotions. Deep down, she couldn't possibly remain unfazed upon learning of my involvement with Edward. If she truly remained unruffled, then she was undeniably extraordinary. No, she would reserve her tears for a later moment, when she finally granted herself permission to experience the full weight of her emotions. She, much like myself, was utterly unprepared, caught off guard by the lingering ache he had inflicted upon my very being.


Edward Cullen

Rosalie, in her perception, believed I had stormed out in a fit of rage. However, the truth of the matter was far more complex, for as I departed from her presence, an inexplicable force seemed to seize hold of me, rendering me immobile just beyond the threshold of her bedroom door. I departed, concealing the evidence of our carnal encounter within the confines of my trousers—a used condom, knotted and discreetly stowed away, brimming with the remnants of our intimate union. I had just partaken in the forbidden embrace of another woman, an act of treachery that had the potential to dismantle the sacred bond of matrimony, leaving my wife and I teetering on the precipice of irreparable ruin. Being with Rosalie felt wrong—a twisted dance of taboo desires that gnawed at my conscience.

She was my sister, after all. Yet, as I witnessed her surrendering herself, assuming a position of vulnerability that defied all reason, I found myself teetering on the precipice of a decision I never thought I would face. There was an undeniable certainty that enveloped me in the aftermath of my betrayal. The knowledge of my infidelity weighed heavily on my conscience, leaving me with no choice but to embark on a relentless pursuit to locate Tanya. If Bella were to learn of my tryst with Rosalie but remain oblivious to my involvement with Tanya, she would undoubtedly misconstrue the significance of my liaison with Rosalie, erroneously assuming a depth of emotion that simply did not exist. As I made my exit, Rosalie's eyes betrayed a glimmer of emotion, one she would sooner perish than confess. I discerned her unmistakable sense of being exploited and discarded, though the truth was far from such a callous reality. Love and desire eluded us both, an absence that hung heavy in the air between us. Yet, when our paths converged, an undeniable force took hold, compelling me to seek her pleasure and witness her eyes surrender to ecstasy as they had at the initial time she succumbed to climax. I found myself irresistibly drawn to the prospect of spending the night with Tanya, fully aware that succumbing to Rosalie's charms would be nothing more than another fleeting encounter. Yet, by embracing both women, we had collectively agreed to invoke the hall pass, thereby absolving any lingering concerns that might arise come morning. In this way, life would seamlessly resume its course, unaffected by the events of this fateful night.

Tanya materialized at the party precisely as I descended the staircase, our gazes locking in an instant of palpable tension. She swiftly stiffened, her body language betraying a desperate urgency to evade my presence before I could fully descend to the lower landing. I sensed the telltale signs of her unraveling, her nerves fraying at the edges. Instinctively, I understood the depths of her desires and the primal yearnings that lay dormant within her. And in that moment, as I firmly clasped her delicate wrist, a flicker of certainty danced in the recesses of my mind, whispering of my own wants and needs. And though she feebly protested, Tanya's objections were swiftly quashed as I maneuvered her towards the entrance, guiding her outside towards my weathered Volvo. I found myself unable to join her amidst the revelry of the party, for if our clandestine encounter were to transpire, it had to be concealed within the depths of a location that would never cross anyone's mind to search for either of us. As I guided Tanya into the passenger seat, a wave of shame washed over me, tainted by the dark corners of my mind where forbidden desires lurked.

In that moment, all I could envision was being the beast Bella wanted me to be.

No matter what I was returning home to my bride and this entire night would be gone from my memory.


Let's get this story up to 30 reviews good or bad who cares it's a good read. Yes Edward cheated but instead of focusing on that try and answer these questions for me instead.

1. Why did Edward cheat?

2. What do you picture him doing with Tanya?

3. Did Rosalie surprise you by not clinging to Edward and refusing to grant him a kiss? What did you think of them filming the action?

4. Should Edward have cheated? (serious question no hating)

5. In the next chapter what do you think each of these characters will get up to? Edward, Bella, Tanya and Rosalie.