Alright, my friends, are you ready for things to get a little steamy?
Bella wants the most out of her one night with Mr. Cullen. Will he live up to her expectations? ;)
Enjoy!
EPOV
I pour Bella a second glass of wine, urging her to relax. A faint smile passes across her lips in thanks as she dips a flake of lobster into butter and then lifts it to her open mouth. Her soft, red-stained lips close around the prongs of her fork, and another throaty moan escapes her. My cock reacts, stiff and jumping against the zipper of my slacks.
She's given me an insight into the woman underneath the sequined costumes and teased hair. Fury rolls through me when I think of the prick who literally broke her, subsequently ending a career she'd worked her entire life to earn. Later, I'll dig up his name and seek him out. It's only fair that he suffers the same injury she has. Except I'll make sure he never dances again.
After tasting the Risotto, Bella pauses to sip at her wine. Her eyes, chocolate accented by honey, appraise me. I have the impulse to flex, sit straighter, and roll my shoulders back, but I'm beyond such a base instinct. So, I remain relaxed, savoring a bite of Filet Mignon.
"Have you always lived in Las Vegas?" She asks, dabbing her napkin on the corner of her mouth.
I swallow and shake my head. "Yes and no. I was born here, and my parents had a residence in the city, but I've spent time in New York and Italy."
"Italy?" Her voice is wistful as her head snaps up in interest. "Is it as beautiful as the pictures? It's on my bucket list to tour all the major cities."
"Don't discount the countryside." I gesture to a grapevine portrait on the wall behind her. "Much of the beauty lies within the less traveled spots."
Her lip catches between her teeth, and her gaze switches between various paintings around the room. I have an urge to trap the plump flesh between my teeth instead. Later, I will prioritize the move if I can keep things progressing the way they are. "How long did you spend there?"
"A year in college studying abroad." I shift in my seat, seeking relief. Various scenarios in which I get her upstairs begin to take shape in my mind. Tonight will not end without her stripped bare, exposed, and stretched across my satin sheets.
She pushes her plate away and settles back in her chair but picks up her wine glass and continues to sip. Good. Lubrication will work to my advantage.
"Do you speak Italian?" She asks.
"Si, Bellissima. Cosa vorresti che dicessi?" I answer, asking her what she would like me to say. Her brows shoot up in approval as she uncrosses and recrosses her legs under the table. I make a note to break out my second language more often around her.
"Wow." Her voice is breathy, as I imagine it will be when my fingers caress her body. She takes a pull from her glass, her neck constricting as she swallows. I want to see those muscles work while she's on her knees with my cock shoved deep inside her throat.
While innocently sharing a meal with this fascinating woman has been refreshingly pleasant, my libido is beginning to rebel. She's sin and sex and showing off everything nice girls do when they want more than just dinner. My balls are aching to move the night forward. "Did you save room for dessert?" I ask, praying the answer is no.
"Oh, um…" She finishes her wine and places the empty glass on the table. "I think I overdid it on the Risotto."
Perfect. "Let's walk off dinner. I'll show you around the casino. We can always get something from the kitchen later. I know a guy." My flirtatious wink is rewarded with a blush, coloring the fair skin of her cheeks. This girl is too nice for me. I shouldn't corrupt her. Too bad I'm an expert at doing things I shouldn't.
Standing, I retrieve my wallet and slap down a five-hundred-dollar tip. Of course, the meal is written off, but I believe in rewarding my staff for good service. I hold out my hand until Bella places hers in it, and I help her up. She adjusts the skirt of her dress while I subtly ogle the few extra inches of her upper thigh exposed by the bunched fabric. When she's covered herself, my eyes drag up, hesitating on her cleavage, which sits tantalizingly displayed above the slight dip in the neckline of her dress. I find satisfaction in knowing the view is meant to tempt me.
Fuck, it better be meant to tempt me—only me.
Taken aback by the possessiveness that rushes over me, I urge Bella forward, my hand finding purchase on her back. As we pass other tables, I allow my palm to dip so low it hovers right above the round globes of her ass, claiming her as mine. From my angle behind her, I admire her shapely curves. Years of physical activity enhance her trim waist, firm glutes, and perky chest. My imagination blooms with images of what hides underneath the fabric of her dress.
Unfortunately, I'm not the only male with eyes glued to her frame. I sneer at a group of businessmen whose heads follow Bella as she passes. The man closest catches my eyes and then swallows hard, spinning to face his colleagues. I consider dragging him to a back hallway and giving him a bloody lesson to teach him why you don't fantasize about another man's property. But I hesitate, knowing that may not go over well on a first date.
Christ. Is Bella my property? My mother might have my balls if she knew that thought crossed my mind. But fuck me, my possessive streak is overtaking my power to reason.
Bella timidly smiles when we enter the casino, and I take her hand in mine. Her small palm is engulfed in my grasp. She's delicate and fragile; every cell in my body wants to protect her. This is escalating to a dangerous place.
What if she can't handle me? My carnal needs are particular. I am not a gentle lover, giving over to instinct without considering the consequences. I've never had a complaint. But I've also never felt an attraction this strong. Bella has the ability to consume me, to make me lose all semblance of control.
Clearing my throat, I scan the casino floor, desperate for a distraction to calm myself before I take things too far too fast. "I know you haven't been in Vegas long, but have you visited any casinos yet? Done any gambling?" I lead her toward the flashing lights of the slots.
"No. Actually, I've never gambled in my life," she laughs, eyeing a triple-diamond slot machine.
"Come here." Smiling at her innocence, I tug her over and pull my rarely-used player's card from my wallet. I motion for her to sit and insert the card, which shows a five-thousand-dollar credit. "Do you know how this works?"
"Uh uh." She sucks on that damn lip again, and I catch myself fixating on the plump flesh for a beat too long before her eyes meet mine in question.
Breathing deeply and ripping my gaze away, I point to the instructions on the top of the machine. "It's a dollar slot, so one dollar is the minimum bet. There are nine lines you can play. The more lines you select, the higher your chance of winning. The more credits you bet per line, the bigger the payout. Watch."
I select to play all nine lines and push the button to activate the wheels. The lights from the machine reflect on the flushed skin of Bella's cheeks as the mechanism spins and stops, hitting two bars and a diamond. My credits climb by eighteen dollars.
"Okay, see what happened there?" I lean in, pointing at the numbers on the side of the machine. "I bet nine dollars but then won eighteen, so I'm up nine."
"Okay." She nods. "That's pretty simple."
Standing straight, I slip my hands into my pockets. "You want to try?"
"Um, do I need to get one of those cards?" She asks, looking around as if one will materialize out of thin air.
"You can use mine, "I laugh and point to the button. "Spin."
Her fingertips rest gently on the square of plastic as she takes a turn. She licks her lips in anticipation, her excitement growing as the machine stops on three double bars. The rapid dinging of the game has Bella bouncing in her seat as her smile stretches across her face.
"I won!"
"Yep, forty-five dollars." I grin, amused. "Go again."
We settle into the slot machine, a waitress soon coming over with a scotch for me and a Blood Orange Martini for Bella, a house specialty. She sips on the fruity drink while she wins pull after pull until she's up five hundred fifty dollars.
"I think I better stop," she says after finishing her drink. "Eventually, I'm going to start losing."
Retrieving my card, I tell her we'll cash out, to which her forehead scrunches, and she shrugs, having no idea what I'm talking about. "We're going to go get your money," I chuckle.
"But that wasn't my money. It was yours." She freezes beside me, her head shaking and eyes wide.
Pleased, I seize the opportunity to show her how well I can provide for a woman. "You were the one playing."
She stumbles in her heels, falling against me and prompting me to place my arm around her waist to hold her steady. Soft and warm in my grasp, I relish the feel of her. Scented like strawberry candy, she's sweet and delicious. Her lush curves and silky skin tempt me to lean in and bite the supple flesh of her exposed neckline. I have to grit my teeth to keep from tasting.
My cashier counts Bella's winnings with shaking hands, her eyes darting to me every few seconds as if she can't believe who's standing before her. Bella catches on, giggling into my shoulder when a few hundred dollar bills drop to the floor after the cashier loses her grip. She apologizes profusely. I'm in a good mood tonight, so I roll my eyes and wave her off.
Bella is adorable, fanning the bills out in her hand, gawking at them in awe, and muttering, "I've never seen so much money."
"It's only five hundred dollars, Bella." I nudge her, teasing but amazed that she can be astounded by such a minimal amount. It will be easy to catch her in my trap if she's like every other woman I know. Lavish gifts, luxury clothes, and cars- the things no girl can refuse.
She'll be declaring herself mine by morning.
"You don't understand." She stops walking, blocking the couple behind us. "This will pay half my rent this month. Last month, I had to beg my landlord for an extension." Scoffing, she folds her arms. "He's such a jerk he even offered-" She pauses abruptly, cheeks tingeing red.
Jaw tight and eyes narrowed, I bend to her level. Is there a second asshole I'm gonna have to take out for her? "He offered what?"
"It doesn't matter." Waving me off, she wanders toward a set of poker tables.
Hell no. If some jackass is harassing her, I will take care of it. I grab her arm and turn her to face me. "He offered what?"
"Uh…" She fidgets in my grasp, not meeting my eyes. "He said if I gave him a blow job, he'd forgive the late rent."
"Fucking Christ!" My free hand rakes through my hair as the other squeezes into the flesh of Bella's bicep. What kind of fucking degenerate is she renting from? A degenerate with a death wish, that's who. "What's his name?"
"You're hurting me." She swallows hard, fixated on my bruising grip. Shit.
Dropping her from my hold, I tighten my fists, ready for a brawl. Not now. Bella doesn't need to see this side of me… yet. But her scumbag landlord is about to become well acquainted with Edward Masoni Cullen.
"I'm sorry." I dip my head to kiss the red marks on her skin. "A man like him deserves punishment. Tell me his name, and I'll make it clear that it's unacceptable to proposition female tenants."
Bella's eyes bounce between mine, reading me for traces of insincerity. But she's savvy, smarter than I've given her credit for. As if she sees the demon within me, she stumbles backward. Her breath becomes ragged as the pulse point in her neck beats rapidly. "I-I don't want to hurt him."
I should assure her I'll do nothing more than talk to the bastard. I should convince her I'm a nice guy. The type that women show off to their friends at Sunday brunch. If I were a better man, I would work to change my ways and become the partner she needs. But I'm just a monster wrapped with a shiny bow.
"He wanted to hurt you." All emotion drains from my tone as I slip my hands into my pockets and shrug.
Her ruby lips pout but remain closed as she folds hundred-dollar bills between her fingers. I have seconds to pull us to steadier ground. I'm on the edge of losing her.
"I'm sorry," I murmur, moving in close, hands fitting into the curves of her waist as my lips descend to her forehead. "The thought of anyone abusing you that way. I can't handle it."
"You barely know me." She tilts her head up, big eyes searching mine.
"Yet I've never been so drawn to a woman in my life," I admit, lowering my face, my lips ghosting above her cheekbone. "Come upstairs with me, Bella. We can order dessert. I'll show you my view of the strip." I'll strip you bare and make you cry out my name.
"It's late," she says, but her body leans against mine, and her lips brush my chin as she speaks.
My smirk is wide when I counter with the line passing through the lips of every man in my city, "It's Vegas."
"Okay." Her agreement is soft, but it's all I need. Tucking her tight against my side, I retrieve my key card from my pocket and guide Bella to the private elevator lobby in the back of the casino. Her brows raise in awe as a hushed "wow" escapes her lips.
The elevator doors close, and the sweet scent of ripe berries surrounds me. My dick takes notice. Its reaction to the perfume is Pavlovian. But I can't move us forward too fast. Bella is a woman who needs to be seduced- one who doesn't give herself to every man who comes sniffing around.
My arm rests around her waist, the palm of my hand stroking gently against her hip bone. Taking a chance, I lean down and skim my nose along her cheek, settling my face in the soft strands of hair that rest on her clavicle.
"You smell delicious. Perhaps you're dessert in and of yourself," I murmur, breath hot on her skin.
A gasp escapes her and morphs into a moan as I push back her hair and ghost my lips along the sensitive points of her exposed neck.
My name tumbles out in a sigh while her body sinks into my side. "Mr. Cullen."
"Mr. Cullen?" I chuckle at the formality, but my cock rises to attention, enjoying the dominant nature of being addressed by an official title. "I think we can move on to a first-name basis, Bella."
The hand that rests on her hip ventures upward toward her rib cage and under her breast. Through soft pants, she groans out, "Edward." The erotic undertones in her voice cause a ripple of need to pulse down my spine while my heated blood rushes south, making me hard as stone.
The elevator doors open, and I take her by the hand, eagerly tugging her forward, unconcerned about the tall stilettos on her feet. I'll catch her and carry her straight to my bed if she falls.
Making quick work of unlocking my door, I usher her inside and kick it closed. Like a vampire attacking its prey, I approach her from behind and latch my lips to the pulse point on her neck. As I suck, her knees wobble, and I have to wrap my arm around her middle to hold her upright. Her backside grinds into my erection, and a groan rips from my chest. I'm tired of playing with my food. I want dessert now.
But Bella breaks free, seeking a reprieve from this lust-filled interlude. "Oh, wow. Your view!"
I don't bother adjusting myself. She should know what I want from her and what I plan to take. For now, I'll entertain this distraction. She'll be in my bed soon enough.
"You can see most of the strip," I say, pointing across the landscape.
"Can they see us?" Her gaze follows the crowd migrating in and out of my casino as her finger traces along the glass.
"It's a one-way window, reflective from the outside." I've given her enough time to admire the view. My hands grip her hip bones, guiding her until her back presses against the cool glass. "We could do anything we wanted up here, and no one would know."
She swallows, doe-eyes searching my face as a flicker of uncertainty flashes over her features. That won't do.
My thumbs circle the sides of her abdomen at the spot inside her hips while I move in close until my mouth hovers over hers and her soft breaths wash across my cheeks. "Does that excite you? The idea of all those people moving past, unaware?"
Gently, so I don't spook her, I catch her bottom lip between mine. The flesh gives, following as I pull and release.
"Y-yes," she stammers, causing my mouth to hitch in approval. So, my little lamb has an exhibitionist side. Perfect.
I grind my hardened length into her abdomen and kiss her again, firm and demanding. I'm pleased when her mouth opens to me, and she accepts my tongue, giving me hers in return.
It's not enough.
Base need and instinct take over my rational thought, driving me to grip her ass and lift, urging her legs to wrap around my waist and her center to grind against my dick.
Fuck, that's incredible!
I buck against her as she begins to move, her pelvis circling and her head falling back. Lifting her higher, I bend to access the globes of flesh spilling from above her dress. The excitement of learning how each part of her body tastes stirs a feral want inside me as I bite the edge of her dress and pull, desperate to uncover the soft skin.
"Off. Now," I growl, pulling back and setting her feet on the floor. My hands fish around the back of the dress for a zipper, and I become increasingly frustrated when I cannot find a way to remove the garment from her body.
"There's no zipper," she explains, pulling downward on the skirt. My chest puffs with pride when I see how frantic she is to strip for me.
Impatient, I grasp the blue fabric at the sides of her bust and pull, the seam giving under my fingers and the dress falling at her feet. I step back, gazing over her form in black lace G-string panties, a strapless bra, and four-inch heels. She's a wet fucking dream come to life.
"Bra," I demand with a nod of my head. There's a subtle shake of her hands when she reaches behind herself to release the hooks, but the undergarment drops, revealing those perky pink nipples and creamy flesh. "Fucking gorgeous."
It's impossible to keep my mouth from latching on or my tongue from running over one of the raised peaks. Bella groans and slips her fingers in my hair, gripping tight and pulling me closer as I switch to the other side.
More. Fuck me, I need more of her.
Tired of foreplay, I bend and lift, throwing her body over my shoulder as she releases a squeal of surprise.
"What are you doing?" Her hands push against my back, seeking support. "I can walk."
I lay a spank against the firm roundness of her ass, causing another yelp. "Don't talk back."
But, Christ, this girl is full of surprises, and when she mutters a chastised, "Yes, sir," I'm so fucking horny I consider dropping her and burying my cock to the hilt right there in the middle of the dining room.
"You're testing my control, Mia Bella." My voice is gravel- strained with the effort it takes to cage my animalistic tendencies.
Blood and sex. The triggers for the demon inside me.
I close my bedroom door with an aggressive slam, pent up and ready for release. It takes me only seconds to cross the room. Bella bounces off the mattress when I throw her body down. Her chest heaves in trepidation or expectation. I can't tell. I don't care.
By coming here with me, she committed her consent to whatever I may do.
Fuck. I've got to calm down before I scare her away because this thing with her is meant for repeat performances. It's meant to be something bigger than just tonight.
"E-Edward?" She asks, shoes dropping to the floor and thighs rubbing together. Perched on her elbows, she watches me walk to the chaise in the corner of the room to discard my jacket.
"Mia Bella," I mock, claiming her as mine.
Her head turns, following me as I cross to my nightstand, removing my cufflinks. "What does that mean?"
I smirk, ignoring the question. She'll find out soon enough. "Spread your legs. You're not allowed relief until I touch you."
Mouth dropping into an "O," she listens, spreading wide, knees bent, and heels digging into the mattress. A dot of moisture has collected on her panties, showing me how wet she is for me.
Toeing off my shoes, I drop my tie next to the cufflinks, then climb onto the bed, positioning myself over her, not quite allowing my weight to rest onto her center. I lick the seam of her lips as her hips buck, looking for friction. But that won't do. It's time to train her. In my bedroom, she must concede control.
My fingers wrap around her chin and cheeks as I growl a low "No."
"What?" Her brow dips, but her hips still, and I reward her by rolling mine against her center. Lashes fluttering, she groans, seeking more friction as I lift my hips again.
"No, Mia Bella. In this room, I am in charge of your pleasure. I will tell you what to do and when to do it. You will not come until I say you may. You will not touch, suck, or grind unless you have my explicit permission. Am I clear?"
I expect shock, perhaps disdain for the rules I fuck by, but she surprises me when nothing but a dark want, a need to be sexually dominated, sweeps through her expression. "Yes, sir."
For that, she earns another thrust of my hips. I earn a breathy moan that will fill my dreams for years.
My hips continue their torturous grind-and-stop pattern as she fights to remain still beneath me, only allowing herself to move when I make contact. Drawn to her perfect breasts, I pinch at a nipple, intrigued to see how hard I can make the erect bud. She whimpers, her head thrashing to the side with the torturous pleasure I inflict on the sensitive spot.
"Edward, please!" Her back arches, and she shoves her neglected breast toward me, desperate to equalize the sensations.
But that's not how this game works. So I push her body into the mattress and lean down, brushing my lips against the excluded nipple so lightly it's barely felt. She cries out in sexual agony, and I chuckle, intoxicated with power.
I push back completely, sit on my heels, and take a moment to admire the woman sprawled before me. Her thighs rest wide on either side of my knees, giving me access to her most delicate parts. The scent of her arousal lifts in the air, making me dizzy with desire. Her taut abdomen constricts and releases with her breaths, the jewel in her navel sparkling in the dim light. Full breasts tempt me to spend the night stroking and licking. Swollen lips and hooded eyes give her the appearance of a seductress offering to fulfill my most intense desires.
No longer willing to wait, I trace a finger along the seam of her panties, following the crease of her inner thigh. "What are you hiding under here, Bella? What will I find if I rip these tiny panties off? Will you be wet for me?"
"Oh, God. Yes! Yes, I'm wet for you." She's unashamed and watches my movement with rapt fascination.
"I know you're wet," I chuckle. "You stained your panties. Right here." My fingers punctuate my words as they slide across the damp lace covering her folds.
"Please!" She sobs, begging me for more.
"Please, what?" I move forward, my body once again hovering above hers so I can whisper my next question after licking the shell of her ear. "What is it you want me to do, Bella?"
"Touch me!"
It's a request I'm happy to oblige. Hooking my fingers around the sides of her panties, I pull, the fabric tearing with a satisfying rip. Keyed up and desperate for a preview of what's to come, I plunge two fingers inside her slick warmth, her channel tight, stretching at the intrusion. Fuck, it will be heaven when she surrounds my aching cock.
My thumb brushes against her clit, and she groans as she rocks in rhythm with my fingers. It's an intoxicating sight, her chest flushed as she writhes under my ministrations.
Too bad for her. I'm not ready to let her come.
I pull my hand away, my fingers glistening with her juices. Crying in protest, she reaches for me, grabbing my wrist and pulling it back to her core. It's fucking adorable, but I don't give in. My fingers instead move toward my mouth, where I suck and lick them clean, reveling in her sweet ambrosia.
"Did you just-" She gazes at me wide-eyed as if she can't believe such debauchery was possible.
It makes me want to push her further. "Taste yourself, Bellissima." I swipe against her pussy once more, then lift my fingers to her mouth, offering her the tips. She hesitates, and I urge her into action by tracing the pad of my middle finger against her bottom lip. Her tongue darts out to take a first taste before she opens and lifts her head, sucking on my long digits until they are completely clean.
"Delicious, aren't you?" I ask, aroused beyond comfort. She gives me a shy smile and a nod. That's my filthy girl. "I think I need another taste," I tell her as I crawl backward until my face lines up with the wet, pink folds of her pussy. "So fucking pretty. Bella, you have the prettiest pussy I've ever seen."
She blushes as I admire the open petals, usually hidden by a thin strip of hair she keeps neatly trimmed and waxed.
I'm salivating, a starved man being offered a five-course meal. My tongue darts out, licking from her entrance to her clit, making her hips buck wildly and her head thrash to the side.
"No." I pull back, reprimanding her. "You will stay still while I tongue fuck you. If you behave, I may let you come." I end my warning with a slap to her core that has her jump in surprise, then pant in arousal.
With my face buried between her legs, I begin to work, licking and sucking at the tiny nub at the crest of her center while my fingers find their way inside and pump out a steady rhythm. My free arm wraps around her right leg and pelvis, holding her still. When I switch positions using my tongue to push in and out of her entrance and my fingers to circle her clit, she becomes incoherent with arousal.
"Don't fucking move," I growl and suck her clit between my lips again, using my tongue to roll it while my fingers curl inside her. Her inner walls begin to flutter, and I know she's close. "You wanna come, baby?"
Her desperate scream of "please" is garbled behind the hand that she's biting in an attempt to listen to my orders and keep still.
She's at her limit, and she's been such a good plaything that I have to reward her. "Then come."
I latch onto her clit, curl my fingers, and she's gone. Her walls clamp down hard as I buck my hips into the mattress, imagining how it will feel to pulse inside her. Her entire body stiffens, and she moans her release, a hand reaching down, gripping my hair as I lap along her slit while she rides the waves of bliss.
"Edward! Oh my God, Edward," she pants, delirious with satisfaction. Wiping my face, I grin. The night has only begun.
"Get on your knees, Bellissima," I order, standing and pointing her toward the cream-colored carpet. "It's time for you to return the favor."
A/N: Holy hell, these two! And the night's not over. Part two to come next week ;)