All characters from Divergent belong to Veronica Roth as well as all characters from Twilight belong to Stephanie Meyer. I own nothing except my version of events.

A/N: I know, I know, I suck! I'm three days late posting. Life just got in the way, and like I've said before, I've got a lot of things going on and very little time to edit and write new chapters. But it's been so bad I didn't even get a chance to notify you guys I wouldn't be able to post this past Sunday on my profile.

To make up for it, I will be posting today and Sunday as well. Also, this chapter got way out of hand, it ended up a lot more emotional than I intended but the characters were basically speaking for themselves in my head. It's going to start getting a bit chaotic from now on so brace yourselves. It's also why it's been harder for me to edit these chapters, and when I do, sometimes I get away with words and they turn out a lot longer than expected. So here ya go!

Chapter 14 Hidden Truths

"So how's the Eric thing going?" Tobias asked, attempting to sound as casual as possible.

I pursed my lips to keep my laugh in at his failed attempt, Tobias was anything but casual. When he inquired about any one thing it was only because he cared to know the answer. And in this case, it was truer than ever. It has only been a few weeks since we'd come to a tentative truce to keep the peace. And in that time, Tobias still hasn't gotten used to the idea of his worst enemy fucking his best friend.

"It's going." I responded, figuring he would drop it like he usually did.

"What does that mean?" He asked instead.

I internally sighed, knowing the following conversation had the potential to cause only more friction between us. It was hard to get Tobias to understand that sex didn't necessarily mean love, or that it would lead to any other form of feelings. Sex could just be sex, it was that simple.

I turned in his arms and arched a brow. "It's sex Tobias. There's nothing else that goes on other than naked bodies moving together. I don't know what else you want me to say."

He huffed and grumbled under his breath. Even with how close I was to him, I was still unable to distinguish the words.

Annoyed by his grumbling, I got straight to the point. "Just tell me what the issue is already. The fact that I'm having sex with Eric? That you think I'm in love with him? Or that you're afraid I will fall in love with him?"

He frowned down at me and rubbed his face in frustration. "I just don't want you around him." He finally admitted, though I knew this already.

But him repeating the same problem without considering how hypocritical it was only worked to annoy me even further. I growled and got up from my seat. "And I don't want you to be with Beatrice until after initiation is over, which is pretty soon by the way, and yet I don't ask you to grant my wishes because I know she makes you happy."

"It's Tris." He corrected me in annoyance and then arched a brow at me in question. "And Eric makes you happy?... Really?"

"Mind blowing sex makes me happy." I corrected back.

He rolled his eyes. "It's never just sex, Bella. And you can't escape love forever. I don't know why you're so afraid of it. It's a beautiful thing."

I released an exhausted breath this time, and dropped down onto his couch again. "I did it with Edward, and then with Jared, and I will continue to do it with Eric now too. I'm only eighteen Tobias. I have plenty of time to find someone to love, someone who will put up with my shit no matter what. But I'm not ready for that now. And though I might not be ready for that kind of commitment now, it doesn't mean I won't be in the future. You know me better than anyone and you've always known I think differently than everyone else, especially you. So why are you suddenly so worried about me falling in love right now?"

"I'm not worried." He defended. "I just want you to be happy."

"I am happy. What I have right now is making me happy, so why are you still trying to convince me it's wrong?"

"Because it's Eric." He defended, as if that explained everything… and it kind of did, but it was getting quite annoying to hear it over and over again.

"What about him? He hated you before and that used to be the main issue, but now he doesn't bug you or Tris. He hasn't been vile towards the initiates and he covers for you when you slip up. He's still a dick but not towards you anymore. So how can you possibly still have a problem with him?"

"I just…" he started to say but trailed off, not wanting to finish his sentence, maybe in embarrassment? Either way, I gestured with my hand for him to continue, wanting him to let it all out in the open once and for all. He took a hesitant breath and continued, "I just don't want you to fall in love with him... I'd hate for him to become my brother-in-law some day."

I froze in shock. He can't possibly be serious, but by the look on his face I could tell he absolutely was.

Before I knew it, I threw my head back and laughed. I laughed so hard I fell completely off the couch and onto the floor, tears streaming down my face. Tobias had a tendency to worry about potential eventualities that had no merit whatsoever, and it was always up to me to pull him back from that ledge.

When I finally settled I opened my eyes, looking back at Tobias and watching as he struggled not to join me. He had well-functioning ears, so he knew how ridiculous it sounded once he'd said the words out loud, though he was still trying to stubbornly hold his ground.

"Tobias-" I spluttered out, trying to rein in my humor. "That is never going to happen. Eric has zero feelings for me and I don't either. People need to be compatible in more ways than one to form some type of emotional relationship and Eric and I only have sex in common. Why are you worrying over shit like that?"

"But what if you do fall in love with him, Bell? It could happen. And it just seems like you're wasting your time on Eric when you could be spending that time with someone who really matters."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. "Again. I'm not interested in falling in love with anyone right now. Just accept it for what it is and move on already."

"Like you're accepting Tris?" He asked with a challenging brow.

"Hey!" I exclaimed, pointing a finger at him. "That's totally different. She is going to become my sister-in-law someday. That's a real case scenario. And don't push me, I'm trying to accept her as best as I can. You just want it to happen on your own terms and that's not how life works. We're two completely different people and she's still growing up. Your love makes you patient but I don't share the same sentiment."

"She's trying, Bella." He reminded me.

I sighed out in exhaustion, he had no idea exactly how hard I was trying to like her. He wasn't being fair. "I know she is, which is why I don't completely dislike her anymore… but I'm still working on the liking part. She could make it easier if she just removed that stick out of her ass, you know."

"Bella." He lightly reprimanded, but even he understood what I was trying to say. He could try to deny it all he wanted but his face told another story. I didn't push for him to agree with me though, because I knew he would never talk negatively about her. He was too in love with her for that.

"I'm trying." I said simply. "Now can we stop talking about Eric and Tris. Please?" I begged instead.

He looked like he wanted to continue to fight for Tris' honor, but he acknowledged the fact that I really was putting in the effort to accept her into our lives. He also knew that pushing me would only make things worse and so he finally relented, pulling me back into his arms and choosing to cherish our time alone together. Which was even more rare now with Tris in the mix.

"I've seen your scores on the serums. You're doing really well." He complimented.

I was grateful he was trying to get past our 'almost' argument. "I know, but trying to keep track of time while I'm in the sim is a pain in the ass."

"I bet. Tris is having a really hard time with that. She's barely gotten a hold of controlling her sim's that I haven't been able to teach her how to be aware of the time. She's struggling."

"It's too late to be worrying about time now. She's already at number one and taking longer now won't make a difference to her average scores for phase two. It might help for the final test but as long as she doesn't make it obvious that she's manipulating the sim's, she'll be fine."

He remained silent for a beat longer before he responded. "Speaking of time, why haven't you surpassed Tris to gain first place? It would be so easy for you."

I shrugged my shoulders in indifference. I knew that was true but I didn't have a need to take first place. It wasn't a priority of mine, after all, I was still technically trying to blend in... or to blend in as much as possible, "I don't want to call more attention to myself."

"So letting Tris take the fall because she has less control over the serums seems right to you?" He asked, but it sounded more like an accusation than anything else.

And if that's what he thought, then… did he know me at all?

I knew how important Tris was to him, and so he should know I would never do anything to intentionally harm her. If anything, I've been helping him protect her as best I could. I wasn't purposefully letting her take the fall… It wasn't my fault that she couldn't control the sim's as much as I could, and it was unfair of him to accuse me of such a thing in the first place.

But I soon realized that wasn't the real reason why he'd asked.

I pulled away from him completely. "Are you asking me to take the bullet for her?"

"No." He said immediately, noticing I'd recognized the question for what it was. "That's not what I'm trying to say."

"Then what are you trying to say?"

"Nothing… I just… didn't understand why you wouldn't want first place when it would be easy for you to." He said in an excuse, a lame excuse at that.

"I don't need first place. I don't have anyone depending on me to take it like you did. Second place is fine by me."

"If you say so." He said, almost trailing off at the end.

I tried to settle back into the couch but I couldn't find the peace I had previously attained by being in his presence. There had definitely been a double meaning in the accusation. We both knew it and now we were both trying to pick up the debris left from that landmine. But I couldn't bring myself to forget the way he'd said it… and what that meant for me.

"I gotta go." I said standing up suddenly, avoiding eye contact with him.

"Hey, I didn't mean for it to come out the way it did." He said almost desperately, grasping on to me in an attempt to keep me with him.

I gracefully maneuvered out of his grasp without making it obvious. I hesitated before I answered and forced a smile onto my face. "I know but I really do need to go. I promised Alice I'd go shopping with her for our initiation ceremony and I'm about to be late." I said, walking to his kitchen to get a nutrition bar.

"Ok." He said, frowning slightly at me as he watched me prepare myself to go. "Bella," he called before I pulled the door open. "You're still my number one." He reassured me softly.

I refused to look back, my eyes instantly tearing up at his words, his more than obvious lie cutting me deeper. "Ditto." I replied as calmly as possible, before slipping into the hall. I took the stairs at almost a run, but my body shivered uncontrollably, unable to continue my descent. I eventually dropped onto the steps in shock.

I knew he'd meant what he'd said. He wanted me to take first place. He tried to fix it when he'd realized he'd made a mistake but it'd been too late. I wasn't his first priority anymore… I was his second. And so he'd blatantly lied to me for the very first time in our lives and I couldn't deny that he'd somehow broken my heart at the unintended admission.

Because he was still my first.

Tobias and I had always been close. Since day one. As if our souls had been intertwined long before we'd been created. And now… now it was… different.

The worst part of it was that I couldn't even blame him for it. Love did that to people. It shifted your way of thinking and made you desperate to protect the one thing you needed the most in your life.

I understood.

The logical part of me knew it wouldn't be just me and him for all eternity. Like I've always told Tobias, that's not how life worked. I was a realist to my core, often making me seem pessimistic, but life wasn't always Dauntless cake and getting tattoos. Real life meant change. Our lives always evolving from time to time as we aged and grew. Sometimes they could be good changes, while other times they could be bad. We just had to find the joy within life as best we could...

And that's what I should focus on now.

With that in mind, I stood up. Shutting down my chaotic thoughts and emotions to focus on the present. I hadn't been lying about Alice waiting for me. The ceremony was in a couple of days and she wanted something a little extra for herself. I didn't see the point and so I wasn't planning on getting anything for myself. But with splitting my time between the serums, Tobias, and Eric, I hadn't been spending as much time with my friends as I should. It was becoming harder to keep my private life hidden and I was getting tired of it all.

I made it down to the chasm and headed towards the market knowing Alice would be waiting for me. I was walking down the walkway when I caught a glimpse of a tall blonde head and I shifted my expression to a more neutral one.

Eric was walking with Tori, one of our other leaders, engaged in conversation. I didn't bother to listen either. I honestly didn't care. Eric and I made eye contact for a split second before he passed me, taking the opportunity to graze the back of his hand with mine. I unwittingly smiled and shook my head. Remembering all the other times he'd repeated the same action whenever we crossed paths. Like he couldn't resist touching me whenever I was near.

"Finally you show up!" Alice said dramatically as if she'd been waiting for me for hours though I could see her already with a new purchase in hand. Clearly not needing my presence to make a decision concerning her choice in clothing. "I thought you were ditching me for some dick."

I rolled my eyes and took my position next to her. "No dick is worth more than your friendship, Alice." I informed her.

She smiled brightly at me as she turned to continue to browse through the racks of clothing, a sea of black and gray with specks of color here and there.

I idly looked through the same racks, pretending to be interested too when I really wasn't. It was hard to pretend to be normal when my mind was going a mile a minute. I think Alice noticed it too because after trying to engage me in conversation for who knows how long, and coming up empty, she finally stopped trying. Instead, she started using me as a shopping bag to carry her selected clothing items to try on. I didn't even mind in the slightest. I knew I was dropping the ball in the friend department. The least I could do now was to be as much use as possible.

We moved into the dressing room, but after receiving the fifth "That's hot" comment, she stood in front of me with her hands on her hips to demand an answer.

"What's up, Bella?"

I blinked back into reality, tilting my head up only to find her face full of concern but with such an open expression that communicated she was more than willing to listen. Suddenly, I felt so unworthy of her friendship. I didn't even deserve to be in her presence. And I don't know if it was because I felt like I might be losing my best friend, my brother since birth, but suddenly I desperately wanted to hold onto Alice before I had the chance to lose her too. I wouldn't be able to handle it if I did.

"I've been keeping a lot of things from you, Alice, and I can't do it anymore." I finally admitted openly.

Her once concerned face deepened even further. She remained quiet for a moment before she responded, "I know."

I wasn't even surprised at her answer. I should be though, right? But Alice had always been bright and incredibly perceptive from the start, I should have seen this coming. "I want to tell you." I said, looking up at her in my seated position. "Everything."

She nodded, silently putting everything she had in her arms back on the racks and then proceeding to take the items off of my arms too to do the same. She grabbed me by the hand and silently guided me out and back through the hallways of Dauntless. I hypnotically walked beside her, knowing she was taking me to the one place we were guaranteed privacy.

Once we arrived at our hiding spot, I burst open, telling her everything from the start, even while I was in Abnegation and everything that had followed after the start of initiation. I told her about Eric and then I paused before dropping the big bomb. But I figured if I was coming clean about my past, I had to come clean about everything.

"I'm Divergent, Alice." I finally admitted.

"I know you are, Bella, but I don't care." She said without missing a beat, but then she hesitated for a moment before she continued her thought. "I think I am too."

I blinked back at her in shock. First because, how could she have figured out that big secret about me? I thought I had been successful at hiding the real me. And secondly, because I was utterly confused. Alice had the average amount of fears and her time had also been in the average time frame as the rest of the initiates. It just didn't make any sense.

"Why do you think that?" I asked her.

She remained silent for a moment, trying to get her thoughts in order. "I'm… I don't know. I guess I'm kind of aware that I'm in a simulation, but it's like… my actions are trapped in the sim and I can't do anything about it."

"You mean, you can't change what happens in your sim's?" I asked.

She shook her head, "No… Can you? Is that why you only have two fears?"

"No. The two fears are just because I'm a stone cold bitch." I said with a little self-deprecating laugh. "But I can modify them a little. Not the scene entirely. I'm aware I'm in a sim and I can change the lighting and how I go about things, but my fear is what it is. I can't change the root of my fear or anything too crazy."

"Oh." She said, sounding a bit confused as to why our experiences were different.

I also didn't know exactly why they were different, but I figured it had to do with the fact that my parents had told me early on of their suspicions about my divergence. They also instilled in me, very early on, that I needed to figure out how to go around it to make myself appear more normal. It was crucial for me to figure it out if I wanted to get into Dauntless without suspicion.

"If you are or you aren't. I accept you too, Alice. Besides Tobias, you're my closest friend here. I'd accept you however you came. You accepted me from the beginning, helped me improve when you thought I didn't know anything, and that meant more to me than you will ever know. I'm sorry I lied and I'd understand if you were mad, you should be. I betrayed your trust and kept a lot of things from you, which I shouldn't have after you've proven to me time and time again just how genuine your friendship is. I'm sorry."

She sighed and sat down on the ground, patting the spot next to her for me to sit. "I'm not mad, Bella. I get why you lied and I knew from the start you were hiding things from me. I just didn't know how much. I mean, Four is like your brother… I honestly didn't see that one coming. You guys hide it so well. When you almost died at the wall I'd seen his concern for you but I'd chalked it up to him not wanting to get in trouble with Eric and Max."

"What about the Eric thing?" I asked, biting my lip.

This time she laughed, covering her mouth to at least muffle the sound. "Oh that one I knew from the start. I actually thought you two were having sex a lot sooner than you actually did. I have to say, I'm surprised it took you guys this long. Your sexual chemistry is palpable, it's like a neon sign right above your heads."

I chuckled lightly at that. She wasn't wrong. In fact, I was surprised too that I had been able to resist him for that long. "I'm glad you know everything now. It's liberating. Once Tris learned of the truth, I felt even worse about lying to you. It wasn't fair for Tris to know while I kept you in the dark. It just didn't feel right."

She nodded and threw me a grateful smile, privileged that I thought she deserved to know more than Tris. But then she suddenly tilted her head to the side curiously and asked, "Does Eric know?"

I blinked back at her stupidly. "God no, why would I tell him?" I asked in confusion.

She frowned at me for a second as if analyzing my face for something. I didn't know for what exactly. "I don't know. I guess because like you said, Tris knows about you guys so why can't he know too?"

"Because the nature of our relationships are completely different. Tobias is actually in love with that twat and I'm just in lust with Eric. He means nothing to me in the grand scheme of things. I just figure if Tobias can risk our necks for Tris then it shouldn't matter if I play a little with some danger too." I said with a dismissive shrug, "At least it'll be worth it that way."

She hummed quietly, like she was thinking over my words and she looked like she wanted to say more but changed her mind at the last second. "Thanks for telling me your secrets, Bella." She finally said, grasping onto my hand with a smile on her face.

I smiled back at her and held her hand tightly. "And thank you for being patient with me… and for not slapping me in the face like I thought you would when you found out the truth about me."

She laughed again and playfully shoved me with her shoulder. "I'd never do that. Unless you refuse to give me the grimy little details of your sexcapades with Eric. I'm dying of curiosity." She admitted.

I giggled and shook my head, typical Alice. "Maybe next time. I actually have an appointment with the devil now. I was thinking of skipping it, but now that you know, I don't have to make up a lame excuse to get away."

She smiled brightly and slapped my ass as I stood up. "Go get some, girl, and make it extra dirty so you'll have a good story to tell me next time." She said encouragingly.

I laughed and shook my head as I left our spot.

Earlier, I had made up my mind to skip meeting up with Eric tonight because of what happened with Tobias. I'd been too upset at the time and I wouldn't have been able to pretend like I was into what we were doing when even with Alice I had cracked. But after talking to her and feeling like I had at least strengthened one of my friendships. I felt better. I was still hurt over Tobias' words, but I was able to push it back to the recesses of my mind. Enough to pretend like it never happened… at least not for today.

I slipped into Eric's apartment and he immediately looked up at me from his position on the couch, throwing his tablet to the side as if it were a piece of trash.

"Hey." He managed to say, before I straddled his lap and engulfed him in a kiss. He immediately moaned into my mouth, his hands automatically going to my ass and squeezing me into him.

This was just what I needed. To get lost in Eric's touch.

It was short-lived however, because he pulled away sooner than I had hoped and tilted his head at me in question. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" I asked instead.

"Earlier you looked… sad and you still do." He said with worry in his tone, lightly brushing a strand of hair that had fallen onto my face behind my ear.

I laughed at his words. "Don't be silly. I was shopping with Alice and I'm a little tired but it's nothing a really good fucking won't fix." I teased instead, though my mind was whirling over the fact that Eric had caught my mood so easily. It was… surprising and completely unexpected.

"Bella-" he started but I didn't bother to let him finish, climbing off his lap to get down on my knees. I pulled the waistband of his sweatpants down, just enough to grab onto his erection. He instinctively closed his eyes, throwing his head back in pleasure. I smiled. Happy I'd successfully shut him up. I tugged on his hard muscled thighs to sag a little lower, his body immediately responding to my request.

Eric looked down at me and I took the opportunity to give him a show, wanting to distract his mind even further. Really just for shits and giggles now.

I stuck my tongue out and delicately slid it underneath his member. It twitched at the action and he moaned, his eyes closing for a split second before he forced them open again when my tongue pulled away, immediately feeling my absence.

I smiled up at him, ready to tease him some more. "Have you dreamed of me like this Eric?" I asked, sliding my hand around the base of his member to pump him slowly. He groaned at my touch, "Do you want to fuck my mouth?"

He nodded without hesitation.

"Tell me, Eric." I commanded like he usually did when he was playing with my body.

He nodded again, "Please, Bella."

Oh that wouldn't do…

I released him all together, sitting back on my heels and making his eyes snap open at the loss of contact. "Please, what?" I asked instead, needing more than just begging. I needed him to want me desperately.

His eyes found mine and I tilted my head and arched a brow, waiting for him to get his shit together. His eyes were dark and hungry, but I could sense the quiet desperation underneath. I could tell he really had dreamt about me in this position. It was understandable. In the past, it had always been him on his knees. No matter how much I've wanted his cock in my mouth, to feel him spurt his juices down my throat. I'd never given into my cravings.

I didn't regret making either one of us wait until it felt right, but I was also glad that the time had finally come.

"Please let me fuck your mouth, Bella."

Loving the way he begged, I didn't ask for more, bending forward to lick the precum off his tip. His eyes were riveted, darkened with desire. Watching in anticipation for me to fully take him into my mouth for the very first time.

I teasingly slid my tongue along the softness of his skin before I took pity on him and engulfed him in one go.

He moaned and grasped onto the armrest of his couch with a death grip as he desperately tried to capture my every move. I pulled my head back, letting him almost slide completely out of my mouth but before he did, I sucked on the head, letting the tip of my tongue prod gently at the opening.

He threw his head back on a loud groan, his thighs flexing hard, almost vibrating with the tension he was holding onto.

Breaking his self-control he sat up, weaving his fingers into my hair and pushing his cock into my mouth. I let him guide me then, seeing he was now done with my teasing and let him do as he pleased.

"Your mouth is so warm... so soft." He moaned out. I would've smiled if I were capable, but seeing how my mouth was currently occupied, I saved it for later. "Yes, Bella, fucking yes." He groaned, his tip hitting almost the back of my throat. Lucky for him I could do that without gagging.

He didn't know that though and I found it kind of rude that he hadn't made sure I was alright with it. I grasped onto his hands and I pulled away from him as punishment, standing in front of him.

He blinked his eyes open in shock and went to protest until I pulled my bottoms down in one go and dropped down onto his cock.

"Oh god." He groaned, as I grasped onto his shoulders for balance. "How are you this fucking good?" Eric asked breathlessly, grasping onto my hips and helping me bounce on top of him.

"Practice?"

He growled in response, not at all happy with the idea of me doing this with someone else. He sat up, his strong muscled arms wrapping around me to force my body against his. "No one can make you feel as good as I can, Bella." He informed me.

He honestly didn't have to tell me, I knew that already…

But fuck if I'd ever admit to that.

The day Peter and James had gotten the boot, Zeke had tried to engage me in sex at the party. I was still mad over Eric's questioning of my past sex life and I wanted to prove that he wasn't in control of me. That I didn't care about what Eric thought or wanted. I wanted to go through with it, just to prove a point. But I couldn't do it. I didn't know Zeke all that well, but I just knew he wouldn't compare, and therefore I'd refused the offer. That night I drank myself stupid. Trying to drown that thought from my brain with alcohol but nothing helped. Not the drinking, not the flirting I engaged in, not the dirty dances I partook in hoping someone else would grab me with the same desperate need that Eric did. No one could compare. He was what I needed now.

I was consoled by convincing myself that it was just a phase I needed to go through before I settled down in the future.

Good sex wasn't enough to make a relationship.

And Eric and I only had sex in common, nothing about ourselves as people shared any interests. I could repeat it over and over again and it wouldn't make it any less true. But even as I tried to reason with myself as best I could, I could also sense a part of my brain sarcastically biting back.

Did you ever give him a chance, though? Aren't you the same selfish bitch that denied him everything but your body from the start?

Ok, so maybe I had, but I highly doubted Eric even wanted a chance…

Not that it mattered because after my conversation with Tobias he'd made it clear he would never accept Eric in my life anyway.

I could feel my stubbornness kicking in at just the thought. Why the hell should I care?

Tobias knew I didn't like Tris and he never once cared about my thoughts or feelings when he purposely built a relationship with her behind my back. So why would I care if he approved of Eric or not? His opinion shouldn't matter… It didn't matter. It's not like I was still his first priority anyway, I bitterly thought.

I suddenly felt a hard pinch on my nipple and I instinctively flinched, blinking back and finding Eric's eyes watching me in anger.

I'd been trapped in my mind for so long I hadn't even noticed when he'd taken his shirt off, or mine for that matter. My mind had been jumping from thought to thought without a break until he forced me to come back into reality.

In retaliation he pulled me off of him, laying my back onto the coffee table in front of his couch. He spread my legs wide, forcing my heels to stay at the edge.

My head fell over the other side of the table and immediately arched my back at the feel of his tongue licking over my wet folds, darting out viciously and making me hold onto my hair at the intensity. "Oh god!" I screamed, my legs starting to shake as I felt the tension shooting to the pit of my stomach.

Sensing my impending release he pulled away, flipping me onto my stomach and pulling me down until my knees hit the ground and roughly pushed his way into me. Trapping me in between his hips and the table.

"Just me, Bella." He growled threateningly before pulling almost all the way out, only to slam back into me.

I was jarred forward, the table in front of me scraping across his floor. He held onto the table on either side of me to prevent its forward movement in order to keep me confined. I grabbed the edges of the table, tightening my grip as I heard his forceful grunts behind me. His harsh breaths blowing my hair forward, aided by his forceful thrusts.

One of his hands let go of the table to grab my arm, pulling me back and forcing my back to hit his chest. He curled his hand around my neck, his fingers grasping onto my chin and forcing my head back to make eye contact. "I'm fucking you, Bella. Remember that." He growled, his eyes penetrating straight through to my soul. Then he surprised me by biting my shoulder.

I screamed in both pain and pleasure. My orgasm crashing into me so strongly it took over my body completely.

I felt him stiffen and get impossibly harder before his movements became erratic and he moaned in absolute pleasure, shooting his come straight into the farthest depths of my body. I could feel his heartbeat against my back, beating so wildly I thought it was trying to escape out of his chest and into mine. His taut body covered me and his other hand let go of the table to wrap itself around my waist, his other hand was still holding my head back but tightening slightly like he was trying to unite our bodies as one.

Meanwhile my hold on the table loosened and I hanged limply against him, not being able to fight him… or even wanting to. But my mouth was still free to do as it pleased.

"You're such a dick." I complained when my breathing somewhat evened out, lowering my chin to bite the closest finger. I wanted to make it sound angry but I know I'd failed completely.

"Ow." He grumbled, pulling his hand away from my teeth and chuckling darkly behind me. "Don't pretend you don't like it rough, baby. If I remember correctly, you're the one always begging me to go harder." He reminded me playfully, his lips now more gently kissing along his bite mark.

I flinched away at the pain, but he continued to hold me against him, switching from kisses to barely there lick's against my sensitive flesh. His hands moved over my body until they reached my breasts, messaging them delicately. I wanted to be angry at the mark he'd left. I knew why he'd done it, and it was petty of him to do. But unfortunately, it had also been the catalyst to a mind-blowing orgasm so how could I be mad at that?

So instead of fighting him, I released a sated but tired sigh as I dropped my head back onto his shoulder, knowing he wasn't going to let me go until he was ready. I wasn't necessarily complaining because I absolutely loved his hands on me.

I almost wined in complaint when I took notice of his clock on the shelf in front of us announcing the current time. It was getting late and I needed to leave soon.

After sometime he leaned back, giving me enough room to stand up. I took the opportunity to escape, but as soon as I stood up he suddenly grasped onto my hips, holding me still to place open mouth kisses on my cheeks. "Bend over." He whispered erotically, the heat of his breath on my behind turning me on again.

I wanted to do just that, the needy tone in his voice convincing my body to do as he pleased. My brain on the other hand knew that if I complied I would be trapped here for another while longer. "Eric." I whined, "I have to go."

"Just one more orgasm." He pleaded with me, "Bend over for me, baby."

Funny how he was begging me to give me more orgasms instead of the other way around.

Not being able to resist one more trip to the high heavens I did as I was told. Bending over and placing my hands on the coffee table in front of me.

"Fucking Beatiful." He said, grabbing onto my thighs to lift me slightly off the ground in order to spread my legs further apart, spreading me wide open for him. The tip of his tongue lapped out, collecting the trail of his cum that had dripped down between my legs. It continued with its trajectory up, passing over my clit and gliding up until he puckered his lips to suck at my entrance.

I swear I almost fell flat on my face. Lucky for me his grip on my thighs tightened in order to prevent that.

"You taste like the both of us." He said almost dreamily, his breath hitting me in the perfect spot, making me shiver in need.

"Eric." My voice shook as I called his name. He leaned forward lapping at me again before he went in for the kill, shoving his tongue so deep inside I had no fucking idea how he managed it. "Oh god! Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't stop!…." I chanted on and on, using my hands to push myself back into his face but I started to whine when it became too much, I was still too sensitive from my last orgasm.

Good thing I stayed for another one. I should've known Eric would somehow manage to make it better than the last.

I was so close already I could practically taste my orgasm as it began to quickly flow through me. My thighs tightened in his grip and I prepared myself for the release, but Eric surprised me when he suddenly nudged his nose against my rose puckered bud, adding pressure in a place no one had dared to go before. I was shocked for a split second, long enough to drop hard onto my knees on top of the table, but his nose, tongue, and body quickly followed after me. I shook at the new sensation until I realized the unexpected pressure he'd added made me feel not just at the edge of my orgasms but completely shoving me off the cliff and sending me deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole, much like it always did when Eric did something to shock my system into action.

I screamed as my orgasm rocked into me fiercely. I frantically tried to crawl away from him, desperate to alleviate the intense feeling he forced into my body. It was just too much. But his grip on me tightened harder, not letting me get away from the delicious torture he was inflicting. He was going to leave bruises, that much I was aware of, but his moans were so deep and erotic that they filled me even more. Making my orgasm last until I lost the strength in my body completely, taking every bit of energy from me in what felt like seconds. I involuntarily twitched in his grasp and he finally took pity on me, removing his face from my most sensitive place and letting me sag down onto the table.

Slowly he turned me over but I couldn't even open my eyes, I could feel him placing gentle kisses all along my skin. His hands massaging my thigh muscles to sooth me, slowly cajoling me back into reality.

What was reality anyway? I don't think it existed in the state I was currently in, nor did I really want it to if the alternative was this unadulterated ecstasy coursing through my body.

"I hate you so much." I finally managed to whisper out. I could feel his body shaking in quiet laughter, though he didn't stop his movements. "How the fuck am I supposed to walk now?" I don't even know how I'd managed to find the strength to lean up onto my elbows to look down at him.

"You don't have to. You can stay here and sleep." He offered.

I rolled my eyes and threw him an annoyed look, this wasn't the first time he'd asked me to stay.

"Sleep?" I scoffed, "There is no sleep involved when we're together. You'll just fuck me in the dark."

"You act as if you would mind in the slightest, as if you wouldn't enjoy waking up in the middle of the night with my cock inside that tight little pussy of yours." He informed me, nibbling on my thighs as he looked at me. "You want my cock filling you up just as much as I want it to."

"You're so annoying." I grumbled, sitting up now that my energy was almost completely back. I lifted my leg over his head to roll off of the table, getting up on my feet to go hunt down my clothes. He always threw them all over his apartment, forcing me to go looking for them before leaving. I knew he did it on purpose, wanting to prolong the amount of time he had to watch me butt ass naked in his apartment.

"And yet you keep coming back." He said with a pleased smirk.

"You give me orgasms." I said with a shrug, as if that explained everything, and to me it did. If it weren't for the mind blowing orgasms he gave me there was no way in hell I would risk my reputation for this. I slipped on my underwear and reached over the chair by his breakfast bar to get my leggings. Taking a quick scan and finding my top nowhere in sight, I walked behind the island, internally smiling in triumph as I found my bra and my shirt together. "I hate when you do this, by the way." I informed him, though I knew he knew this already. He just liked to make my life difficult. When I stood back up I found him already standing on the other side of the island, still completely naked and casually leaning his chin on his hand as he watched me with a self-satisfied smile.

"I can't resist a free show."

I rolled my eyes, throwing my bra at his face. He just chuckled, happily watching me put my shirt on without a bra when I didn't bother taking it back. We both knew I'd be back for it soon anyway.

He caught my hand as I walked by and pulled me closer, lifting me up and placing me on top of his breakfast bar. He easily lifted my shirt up and captured my nipple in his mouth and hummed.

"Eric." I growled angrily, but couldn't resist but to slide my hands into his hair, it's practically instinct at this point. "You said just one more..." I moaned in defeat.

He didn't bother to respond, too busy doing his work. I closed my eyes. I hated that he had the power to shut me up so easily, it was disturbingly frustrating.

I tried to look for where I'd left my dignity but I couldn't seem to find it as easily as I had my clothes… he always managed to make it disappear whenever his mouth was on me. It was so warm and wet as it expertly moved all over my body, as if it were created to please me and only me. It was more than I'd ever imagined it to be, even now as he wrapped his tongue around my nipple I'm left speechless. Just waiting in anticipation for his mouth and tongue to go lower once again. He might not be on his knees but it was close enough.

Well, that is until I felt him lift me off the counter to take us to his bedroom. I pulled away forcing my nipple to fall out of his mouth with a painful pop. In retaliation I grabbed onto his own nipple and twisted it.

"Fuck!" He yelled in pain, but chuckled as I shimmied down his body forcing him to let me go. We were both rubbing our own nipples as I headed for the door. "Stay and I'll make it feel better." He threw a last ditch offer.

I rolled my eyes and huffed, opening the door and sliding out of it as I heard his laughter echo from inside. I made my way down the stairs, shaking my head at the absurdity of my own life. I was thankful he wasn't completely aware of how hard it was becoming to resist him. I was sure one of these days I would stay with a promise of endless orgasms.

I was addicted.

I thought that after fucking him once maybe that would abate my need for him, but it wasn't the case at all. If anything, the more I fucked him, the more addicted I became. Wanting him to be inside of me every second of the day. It wasn't enough that even during testing he was fucking me into the chair instead of implementing the serum like he was supposed to. It wasn't enough that I came to his apartment almost every night before going back to the dorms. It wasn't enough that he pulled me into his secret hiding spots around the compound at every opportunity to pleasure my body. It happened so frequently he'd conditioned my heart to beat wildly and my pussy to drip with need everytime I walked by a dark corner. I wanted to be angry at him but I enjoyed it all. When I was with Eric, all common sense flew out the window, evaporating into the wind as if it had never existed. It was absolute insanity. Even my stubborn ass had to admit to that...