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Chapter 37

Your Wish Is My Command

Alec

What a night.

At first I sat with Dad in his room until 9 p.m. He had moved into one of the guest suites during the Volturi Congress. Diego was with us. The two of us sat at the table while Dad wandered up and down in front of us, cursing.

"I don't understand. It can't be that the two of you are too stupid to do such a small job! Bella is a human being. A simple primitive weak human being. It must be possible for you to get her out of the way!" he cursed for what felt like the hundredth time that evening.

"Dad, it's not that easy. She's too well guarded. I can hardly get to her. Besides, the others have said so many bad things about me that she's afraid of me. She's avoiding me. Carlisle and James supervise her meals, Demetri personally transports the blood to her chambers. She hardly ever leaves her rooms. If she does, it's only in the park, and she's never there without Demetri and James. Give us a hint how we could still try? After all, we still have to be careful that Alice doesn't see anything."

"You've learned enough tactics of concealment from me for that now. You can handle that. Alice is the least of your problems. Alec, I want to see YOU here on the throne and not Edward. He's so infatuated with Bella. When she dies, he'll abdicate and your path will be clear. After that, we clear Carlisle out of the way. It's a hundred years overdue. He's a pain in the ass. I want the power - for us, son, do you understand that? I'm fed up with Carlisle having a finger in every pie. Just you and me, you understand?" he asked me, his eyes sparkling with hatred for his brother.

He had leaned across the table toward me, put his hands on my shoulders, and looked at me urgently as he spoke.

"Dad, I want that too, don't I? But then let's just get rid of Edward and Carlisle. I think Bella is so hot. I want her, still!", I said.

"And THAT'S why she's still alive!" dad yelled at me. "Because you sentimental bitch can't bring yourself to kill her. My goodness, there are so many beautiful women. Go find another one. She has nothing that others don't have!" he hissed.

I saw it differently. But I had no choice. I had to kill Bella. Now that she was pregnant with Edward's children, even more so. The babies were a huge danger. A boy would also be a true heir to the throne. Carlisle would surely be as keen as Dad to rule alone. His grandson in Volterra, his son here. We had to kill Bella, and the babies even more so.

I sighed.

Dad yanked my hand in his to see what I was thinking.

"Yes, Alec, you got it. That's exactly how it is. Only we'll be faster than Carlisle and foil his beautiful plans. Now, you two, come up with something and get out of here. I want a shower!" he said, throwing us both out.

Diego walked silently beside me down the hall.

"What do we do now, Your Majesty?" he asked.

"I don't know yet either. We'll think of something eventually," I said.

"I always have my pistol with me. If Princess Isabella runs into me, I just shoot her," he said with a grin, opening his cloak and proudly pointing to his gun in his waistband.

Like a child playing soldier, he beamed. My goodness, did that annoy me.

"Yeah, right, just be mindful. Eventually the right moment will arise. I always have my knife with me too," I whispered mysteriously, opening my cloak and showing him my knife.

"Oh ..." he breathed in awe and I had to stifle a laugh.

What kind of a loser had Dad chosen? Well, he was useful as a doctor, that was probably the reason.

"But if we kill the Princess, won't suspicion fall on you in any case, Your Highness?" said Diego anxiously.

"It doesn't matter. Once she's dead, we'll ally with our Volturi guards. Caius and Felix are on our side and a few others, my dad says. Then we'll destroy Carlisle and Edward and probably those half-brothers. No one will dare accuse my father or me," I declared with conviction.

"That sounds good. If you're the King here, I'll be your first guard, right?" asked Diego hopefully.

"Of course, Diego, I couldn't imagine a more faithful guard than you," I said coaxingly.

First of all, I had to keep him on the right side of me!

"I am glad to hear that, Your Majesty. I will prove myself worthy of the honor..." he babbled happily.

"Night, Diego. I'll see you tomorrow morning at the congress," I said and left him standing there.

I ran into my chambers and took off my cloak. Then I plopped down on the sofa.

Isabella's cardigan hung over the backrest.

I had found her in the park. Pink.

I took it and smelled it.

She smelled so delicious. I envied Edward this happiness, yes. He didn't deserve she. Such a wimp. I imagined Bella. So beautiful. Her long hair blowing behind her as she walked through the garden, her infectious laugh, her clear voice. A gorgeous woman. I wonder if she was still awake.

I got up, got the receiver and turned it on.

I had had a transmitter in her chambers for weeks and had been able to eavesdrop on her to my heart's content ever since.

"Faster," I heard Bella moan.

Shit, they had sex again.

I listened.

She cried out and her scream of pleasure went straight into my cock.

"I love it when you cry out like that," I heard Edward whisper excitedly.

I could only nod in agreement. That sounded super horny.

"Yes, but now go faster," she demanded, and he laughed.

Then I heard both of them moaning and the sounds that arose all around from the force of his thrusts.

At one point she whined and said in agony, "You wretch," and he said, "Yes, I'm enjoying it!"

Shortly after, she cried out in her climax and Edward loudly moaned out his orgasm.

My penis was huge in my pants. The woman turned me on so much. This voice and now Edward was inside her. Fuck, I wanted to be inside her and make her moan.

I rubbed through my pants over my shaft.

I needed relief.

So I turned off the receiver and grabbed the phone.

Carmen, the willing little hooker, came forward immediately.

"Get your pretty ass up here to me. I need you now," I said and hung up.

I undressed and neatly put my things away when she already walked in.

"In such a hurry, my Prince?" she asked, her eyes already shining with anticipation.

"Boah ... shut up and come here," I commanded.

I couldn't stand her screechy voice!

She came closer smiling and I pulled her into my arms, attacked her mouth and penetrated hers with my tongue. She moaned and opened herself for me. During the kiss I pushed her dress off her shoulders, exposed her breasts and embraced one with each hand.

Beautiful plump breasts.

I pinched inside and twirled the buds between my fingers and she moaned excitedly into my mouth. I let go of her and now sucked alternately on her nipple tips, nibbled on it and enjoyed it.

But my cock still needed redemption.

I imagined Bella. Her fine soft bright voice, her sweet little hands on my chest, her pink lips on my skin. This made my erection even harder.

I spun Carmen around with a flourish, threw up her skirt and pushed her down in front of me.

"Hold on to the table!", I commanded.

I pushed down her panties and immediately slid my fingers inside her.

Nice and moist and ready.

I rubbed her briefly and she moaned enthusiastically.

Then I pulled out my fingers, took my penis and immediately pushed it into her, very deep.

Yeah ...

She whimpered and I set off.

"Yes, fuck me," she cried.

"Shut up," I yelled.

God, she was destroying everything with her screeching.

Bella, Bella, soft, quiet, gentle whispering 'Faster, Alec!'.

I sped up and came, squirted off and pulled out.

That had done well.

Carmen rose, turned around and looked at me expectantly.

"Yes, stay here. I'll give you more in a minute," I said, annoyed.

She beamed enthusiastically and went into the bathroom to wash off. After a while she came back and stopped in front of me.

"Take off your clothes," I demanded, and she slowly undressed.

She had a beautiful body, but Bella was more petite.

"Suck me to make me hard again," I suggested, and she sank to her knees, bent her face over my penis, licked it, and took it into her mouth.

I watched and it excited me.

And that's how we romped it all night.

That was completely to my taste. Well, also to Carmen's. She had never complained before. She was always ready and grateful.

Unfortunately, I forgot the time and discovered at some point that it was already after 9 a.m.

Crap ... and at 9 a.m. the last Volturi meeting had started. Dad would be pissed at me. He hated tardiness. But I couldn't go like that. I stank of sex and had fuck-hair.

So I threw Carmen out and took a quick shower. I put on new clothes and the cape.

Great, twenty past nine.

I groaned and made my way to the convention hall.

As I passed the stairs leading to the basement, I heard music coming from downstairs.

Where did music come from?

I was curious - always have been.

So I ran down, peeked around the next corner, and saw a guard in front of the Princess bathhouse.

A guard from Bella. I recognized that immediately. So she was in the bathhouse. Hmm ... how many more Princesses would be in there? If I could find out? Maybe this would be our fucking chance! I didn't see Demetri. He couldn't be in the bathhouse, only the ladies and eunuchs were allowed in there. The bathhouse was Princess-territory. So there was no way Demetri was in there.

I dialed Dad's cell phone.

"Yeah, where are you?" he hissed into the receiver, and I heard a general buzz of voices behind him.

"I have a good opportunity here. Is Demetri with you in the hall?", I asked.

"Yes, he is," Dad said.

"Fine, if I dial you again, don't answer, but get out of there just in case. Then it worked and she's in heaven!", I said.

He understood immediately.

"Good luck," he said, and I heard the grin in his voice.

I put the phone away and strolled toward the guard.

"Hi ... Prince Emmett sent me. He wants me to find his wife. He needs something from his room. Is Princess Rosalie in the bathhouse?", I asked the guy.

"No, Prince Alec, only Princess Isabella is in the bathhouse," the fool replied, and I thanked him kindly, because that's what I wanted to know.

"Then please tell James right away to give me a call. I need to discuss something with him," I said kindly.

"Oh, Royal Highness, I'm sorry. James isn't here. Laurent is the Princess's escort today," he said.

And I thought, Chakka! James would die for his Princess and was a good fighter, Laurent on the other hand was a loser.

I let my mood change from smart mode to threat mode.

"Let me in," I said coldly to the door guard.

Immediately he drew his gun.

"Never," he said, shifting into fighting stance.

I pulled out my knife.

"You bet!"

He was going to shoot me.

So ridiculous.

I rammed the knife into his heart, pulled it out and rammed it into his torso again. He crashed against the door, screamed and wailed, and actually hit me with the gun.

Funny guy. How could Laurent be so stupid as to put a human being here as an opponent against me?

Bored, I fought with him a bit until he collapsed and lay on the floor. A pool of blood quickly spread around him. I cleaned my knife on him, drank a little of him with relish and then put the knife back in my pocket.

Laurent. That would be a bit more of a challenge, but I knew that he didn't really stand a chance against me either.

Then I opened the door and stepped into the bathhouse.

The beautiful music came into my ear. (Deuter - Petite fleur)

It smelled good, was pleasantly warm. There was a high level of humidity. I immediately grasped the situation. Bella was standing in the middle of the rearmost pool, looking over in fear. Laurent was crouching behind the entrance and was in a fighting stance.

I jumped on him without warning.

At first I pushed him to the floor, onto the tiles. But he resisted and tried to choke me. We rolled across the floor.

He was damn strong for a vegetarian. But he was rapidly weakening.

I kept the upper hand. Finally I sat on top of him and ripped out all his limbs and threw them into the next pool.

Bella screamed.

Oh, the poor one ...

Laurent also screamed ...

I had to laugh.

I'm verry sorry about that, Monsieur Laurent. Unfortunately, I'm going to 'ave to 'aaack you into pieces a liiittle beet, I grinned in my mind. Little Frenchman.

Then I let go of him.

Tada ... the goal of my dreams was now very close.

Slowly I rose, left Laurent lying there and walked leisurely towards Bella.

At the stairs I stopped for a moment and examined her.

God, she was so beautiful.

I put my cell phone on the floor.

"How long I've waited for this," I said, walking slowly, step by step, down the steps into the pool.

My cloak and clothes soaked up the water and it smelled deliciously of magnolia, the way Bella always smelled.

The little sweet pink flower.

I looked at her continuously.

So beautiful.

"Isabella," I whispered in my most tender velvet voice.

I loved her so much.

Slowly she backed away from me to the edge of the pool.

I followed her just as slowly through the entire pool.

Tracking the prey was funny ... She looked so great. So delicate. Her pale skin in the white water. The reddened cheeks from the warmth of the water ...

"Alec, please, what is this?" she asked me anxiously.

It turned me on a little bit. I liked it when women were afraid of me.

"You're beautiful," I said.

This flawless skin, bare shoulders, beautiful hair.

"You're beautiful too, but that wasn't the question," she stated.

I stopped directly in front of her.

My breath touched her skin and she got goosebumps.

I excited her?

"Alec, what do you want from me?" she asked in a whisper.

God, that erotic voice.

I slowly raised my hand and opened her hair clip with which she had pinned up her hair. The hair fell down and into the water. Tenderly, I took a strand between my fingers and twisted a curl in between, eyeing it.

So soft, fragrant and wavy.

"I wanted you, sweetie, always. But you didn't change your mind, unfortunately. My dad wanted you too ... dead. Now that I can't have you and you're married as well as pregnant, you're a danger to us and unnecessary. I will destroy you ... Unfortunately," I added with a sigh.

It was such a pity about this enchanting woman, but unfortunately there was no other way.

"But first I'm going to kiss you once ... Finally," I said and with a jerk I grabbed her by the upper arms, pulled her to me and pressed my cold lips to her beautiful hot ones.

At first she stiffened and looked at me with wide eyes. Shortly after that it changed. She opened her mouth for me, I noticed in amazement. So she wanted it too, because she also pressed a little closer to me. Oh God, that was beautiful. She smelled so good and the feeling of happiness flowed right into my heart.

She returned the kiss tenderly, gently touching my tongue with hers, so I loosened my grip a little and she actually put her hands around my nape. She closed her eyes, sank into our kiss and trembled slightly with excitement.

While my tongue played tenderly with hers and our tongues caressed each other, I put my left hand on her hip, my right in her nape and pulled her even closer to my body.

Her naked bosom pressed against my cape. So erotic.

She had to catch her breath and I let go of her mouth, kissed her ear, her neck, showered her narrow shoulders with soft kisses.

"You taste so good and you smell just divine, Isabella," I said, thinking: So much better than that cheap Carmen. Father was wrong. Bella was unique, there was no one like her. I would get her the stars from the sky ...

I stroked her breast, soft and tender.

"So beautiful," I sighed.

Could I just kidnap her and run away with her? She was just too cute to die!

I pondered.

...?

A lone tear broke loose and ran down her cheek.

Hmm ...

I licked it up.

Why was she crying now? Shit, she was just playing with me? She didn't like it at all? Too bad, too bad, I thought.

"Thank you for the kiss," I said softly. "If you had taken me, I would have given you all that too and much more," I said, and breathed another tender kiss on her forehead. "Too bad about you," I said.

Then I reached into my cloak and slowly pulled out the knife.

Such a pity. I liked them so much.

"I love you," I said, ramming the knife into her chest.

Right where her heart was. The blood immediately poured out of the wound. What an aromatic scent. Hmm...

It spread like ink in the water.

Beautiful red ink.

The phone rang, interrupting this devotional moment of mine.

How annoying.

Then I pulled the knife out again.

She cried out.

I was so sorry that I had to hurt her.

The next moment I heard footsteps and voices approaching. I shot out of the pool, grabbed my cell phone and disappeared through a window in the locker rooms. In the process, I licked the knife.

She tasted truly royal.

I ran through the garden.

First of all, let's get out of here. They would definitely suspect me because I hadn't been to the meeting yet and I couldn't show up anywhere that wet. We first had to provide me with an alibi with the help of Diego or something.

In the run, I pulled out my cell phone.

There was a text from Dad.

They rushed out. Run!

.

She's dead, run too!

I typed back quickly.