A/N: Could this be a spicy chapter. Yes it is! Please enjoy lolol

Favorite Crime - Olivia Rodrigo

It's bittersweet to think about the damage that we'd do

'Cause I was goin' down, but I was doin' it with you

Yeah, everything we broke and all the trouble that we made

But I say that I hate you with a smile on my face

Oh, look what we became

All the things I did

Just so I could call you mine

All the things you did

Well, I hope I was your favorite crime

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She doesn't speak to me again. The tension coupled with my growing hunger is making me agitated. When I finally pull up to our little cabin in the Canadian wilderness I breathe a sigh of relief. I need to go for a run, get fresh air. I park quickly, just in time for Bella to stomp up to the door. Of course she's still fucking angry. I fly up the porch, taking her by surprise, as I open the door.

"I'm going for a run. Get comfortable, make a list of whatever you need. Whatever you do, do not step a foot outside this cabin until I come back do I make myself clear."

"Crystal Edward." She sneers.

I have no destination in mind when I dart from the house. I'm confused about Isabella's reactions, emotions. Is she jealous of me giving another female attention? Or is she upset that, in her mind, she can easily be replaced and I won't let her go? My thoughts drift going back to my reasonings. Is it as simple as needing to feed from her? Her blood is exquisite, the most delicious nectar I've ever had. But there are other humans out there. There will always be more blood, someone else to feed from.

I think about Lauren then, the girl from the gas station. She smelled delectable. Her blood would have been just as satisfying as Bella's. Would it really have? The monster croons. I growl at the darker urges rippling below the surface. While Lauren would have given herself to me willingly, would have let me feed and fuck her wildly, I know it's what I crave from the tiny brunette I'm holding hostage. But why? I hiss internally. More than anything I crave Carlisle's wisdom, his advice, but he would be ashamed to call me his son. I've strayed too far off the path of righteousness.

I rub my face roughly before looking up at the darkening sky. I guess I should head back. I run slower on the return trip. The trepidation hits me hard as soon as I cross the threshold of trees. I skid to an abrupt halt. I can't fucking do this. I haven't had companionship in years. I haven't been around anyone else for a significant amount of time, since I left my family almost 7 years ago.

Now, suddenly, I need to spend every waking minute of my existence with this girl. I have to care for her, keep her alive? It seems an impossible task. One of my own making of course. With a deep sigh I try to shake off the anxiety.

"Bella you still up?" I whisper as I walk through the door.

I take a quick look around to see her sitting up on the couch watching the shitty cable television.

"Hey, you're home." She mumbles looking up at me with sleepy eyes.

"Yea. I'm home." If my heart still functioned it would've skipped a beat.

I plop down next to her, my body instantly melting into the plush cushions. Bella suddenly looks at me with a frown.

"You look hungry." She murmurs.

I hum in response, closing my eyes and leaning back into the couch. My body stiffens unexpectedly as I feel Bella's finger rubbing the dark circles under my eyes. They pop open to stare at her. She's giving me a soft look as her fingers continue their exploration.

"I am very hungry." I rasp.

She leans in closer, our faces millimeters apart. "Would you like to eat Edward?" She breathes.

I groan as my thirst and lust spike. I grip her face, crushing our lips together. She loses balance and somehow ends up sitting in my lap. I grunt at the full weight of her on my swollen cock. Her answering moan sends me into a frenzy. I grind against her at a feverish pace. Her hands make their way into my hair and she begins tugging roughly at the strands.

"Fuck." I grit out.

What the fuck are you doing? Fuck. Feed. A low hiss escapes me as I fight against the beast inside.

I pull away from her gloriously soft lips to start lapping at her neck. BITE BITE BITE.

"Bella, I need to drink. Right now." I pant.

"Yes, drink from me Edward." She moans.

Jesus fucking christ. She doesn't even know what she's asking of me, what she's offering me.

I'm conscious enough to bite as gently as possible. Her whole body jolts against me. If I thought I was frenzied before it's nothing compared to the straight delirium I feel now.

My hips thrust up against her savagely as I gulp her down. My cock has never been harder. Bella rides me just as enthusiastically. Her moans high pitched.

"Taking too much." She groans.

I seal her wound without hesitation. My hands drift down and grip her ass, grinding her against my cock in earnest.

"Oh fuck Edward!" She cries out.

My orgasm hits me with no warning. I crush her body as close as I can get her before cumming with a roar. My cock jerks without end.

"Mmmm." Bella whimpers as her body slumps against me.

Those sleepy lust filled eyes widen instantly.

"Oh my fucking god." Her voice is filled with disgust and shock.

She scrambles off my lap and rushes from the room, leaving still on the couch with jeans full of cum.

What the flying fuck just happened?

Idk who's more confused me or Edward. Poor Bella is in complete shock at her actions.