|What I Want
Author: Savage7289 PM
Edward's life for the past three years has lead up to this point- revenge. But he was going to have to rely on a decent amount of luck. He never expected his good luck charm to appear in the form of a beautiful, submissive PA. Want No More from EPOV.Rated: Fiction M - English - Drama/Romance - Edward & Bella - Words: 13,587 - Reviews: 282 - Favs: 731 - Follows: 240 - Published: 06-01-11 - Status: Complete - id: 7042713
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Title: What I Want
Summary: Edward's life for the past three years has lead up to this point, but to exact his revenge on the man who ruined his life, he was going to have to rely on a decent amount of luck. He never expected his good luck charm to appear in the form of a beautiful, submissive PA. Rated M for smut.
(Want No More, EPOV)
Disclaimer: All the Twilight stuff belongs to Stephenie Meyer. No copyright infringement is intended. I'm just finger painting with her pudding.
Originally written for the Fandoms Fight The Floods Appeal
What I Want
This has to work.
"Did you get in yet?" I snarled. Patience was not one of my best attributes. Jasper glanced over at me and pointed at the screen of his laptop.
"As soon as that bar reaches one hundred percent, I'll tell ya."
My hand reached up and scratched at the back of my neck. Felix was twirling his gun around, which made me a little nervous. I didn't like him and was already regretting having him here. He was good, though. I couldn't begrudge him that.
Nearly three years I'd been planning this. Jasper had been with me since the beginning, Felix only more recently. Three years since my life was turned upside down with a single phone call. I went from upscale business man to ruthless, outside the law avenger six months later. All because of the fucker on the thirtieth floor and his depraved sideline business.
I started pacing, and Jasper glared at me out of the corner of his eye. I tried to relax a little, but it had just been too long in the making. My head could just barely wrap around the fact that the day was here. This was it – my single best shot at bringing Aro down. We'd been everywhere else. The only place we hadn't been able to search was his actual personal laptop in his office. He carried the damn thing with him everywhere, rarely ever leaving it unattended except when he went to a particular board meeting on Tuesdays.
Today. The meeting would begin four minutes from now. If he stuck to his regular routine, he'd be carrying his cup of chai tea to the meeting room right now.
The blaring alarm rang out from all around us.
"Let's go," I said. Felix twisted the key to the elevator, and we all started on our way up from the parking garage. Jasper pulled the ear buds out of his ears and stood, holding his own laptop precariously balanced on one arm. It was the longest fucking elevator ride in the history of elevator rides.
Felix had his gun grasped in both hands, pointed directly at the elevator doors. I held mine loosely in my hand, the weight of it bothering me. I narrowed my eyes at my over-zealous body guard.
"Felix – this is a data capture," I reminded him. "No shooting, no hostages, no collateral damage. Remember?"
"Sure, boss," he said with a completely unconvincing grin.
I shook my head and growled incomprehensively. I had to get rid of this guy when this was all over.
The elevator doors opened, and there was no one in sight, thankfully. I tucked my gun back into the waistband of my trousers. It was uncomfortable, but still handy. The door to the stairs was open, as well as the door to the inner office. We waltzed in like we owned the place. For the next half hour, we would.
The inner office was large and expensively decorated, with black leather furniture, original artwork and a huge bookcase with a bunch of first editions the bastard had probably never read. I cringed a little, because the whole place wasn't all that unlike my own office had been, back in the day. Jasper walked through the door and around me, heading straight for the filing cabinet. I told Felix to stay outside and watch for anyone who might have either ignored the fire alarm or come back inside.
Stepping around to the other side of the huge mahogany desk, I took off my jacket and draped it over the back of the leather office chair. The laptop was sitting right there, in plain view. The only question remained – was the data on the hard drive, or hidden within the network?
"It's locked," Jasper said. I jerked my head to one side, indicating he should step away. I pulled the gun from my waistband and shot the lock on the cabinet twice. Jasper reached over and yanked at the cabinet door again, but it didn't budge. I walked over and pushed against Jasper's shoulder until he moved away. Then I leaned back and kicked the whole cabinet to the ground. The top drawer wrenched and bent and started spilling its contents on the ground. Jasper laughed, and I went back to Aro's laptop computer.
Twenty minutes later, I was ready to rip someone's head off. Probably whoever got closest to me. Jasper hadn't gotten anywhere with the passwords, and he was supposed to be the fucking expert. I yelled at him, and he stood up and pointed to the little machine, telling me to try it for myself. I sent him back to look through the paper files, though I knew there wouldn't be anything there. My hands grasped into my hair, pulling it a little and making my flinch at the pain. It didn't help.
The door opened, and I glanced up to see Felix waking back into the office. My first thought was to tell him to do what he was fucking told before I put a bullet in his skull, but that was before I saw the brunette in the high heels.
Silky dark mahogany hair was running down her back and just begging to be wrapped around my wrist while my cock reached for the back of her throat. Wide dark eyes that would look so good as she stared up at me with need and adoration while I ploughed into her over and over again. Beautiful, flawless cream colored skin over her cheeks, her neck hidden by a bright red scarf and white button down blouse buttoned way too high up for my tastes, for I could see nothing of the skin of her throat. Skin I wanted to taste, lick and suck on until I left my mark on her, claiming her as mine. Softly rounded hips were covered by a sleek skirt that dropped to just about her knees, but it was her legs and the fucking red high heels covering her feet that made my cock jump up and take serious notice.
Red high heels.
Little bitty thin straps wrapped around her ankles and made we want to find some kind of matching set for her wrists and spread her out on a four poster bed in a hotel room, secured tightly so I could do whatever the hell I wanted while she begged and moaned and writhed underneath me.
Get a grip.
"What the hell is this?" I asked.
"Hostage," Felix grinned, and I wanted to rip the lips right off of his face.
"I told you before," I snarled. "No hostages. Why the fuck do you think we had them evacuate the damn building?"
"Relax, Edward," Jasper smiled. "Felix is just doing his duty."
Leave it to him to try and diffuse the situation and totally fail. I flexed my hands a couple of times and took a long, deep breath. My eyes ran over her again, and I was just as impressed…and a little bit harder…as I had been the first time.
"Let go of her, Felix." He did as I said quickly, and I watched her hand go up to where his fingers had obviously gripped her too tight. She rubbed at the bruise forming there. Without glancing at Felix, I told him to get out. Her eyes followed him as he walked out the office door and shut it with a noisy clash. I beckoned her with my fingers. "Come here, baby."
She didn't even flinch at the term, which I found very interesting. She also didn't move, which pissed me off.
I didn't meet too many new people. When I did, I made it very clear to them exactly what my expectations were. As I have said, I'm not a patient person – I don't wait for people, I don't put up with anyone questioning me, and I sure as hell don't want to have to repeat myself. Either listen to me or get the fuck away from me.
"I don't ask twice," I growled at her.
She took a few steps closer, but was still way too far away. Too far away for what, I hadn't decided just yet. She was nervous, of course, and was having a very difficult time looking at me. I raised an eyebrow and glanced down at a spot on the floor near my feet. She finally took the hint and walked closer, her fingers twisting around themselves in front of her stomach.
"Let me see your arm," I said, reaching my hand out. She hesitated only a moment, and again a sharp look was enough to remind her just who was in charge here. I took her hand in mine, and felt the warm skin of her fingers before lightly tracing up her arm. I massaged the reddened skin in the shape of Felix's meaty paw. On a whim, I moved my hand up and took her chin between my fingers. She tried to lean back, but I held her in place. She didn't try very hard. "What's your name, baby?"
"Bella." Nice. It was Italian for beautiful, and that she was. I remembered just how long it had been since I entertained a lovely young woman, and my cock reminded me that he hadn't had a lot of action lately, either. This one was truly, truly beautiful, and I found myself wanting to reassure her everything would be all right. "Felix is an animal. He won't touch you again."
She nodded just a little, my grip on her chin keeping the movement subdued.
"I'm going to ask you some questions, Bella," I said as I dropped my hand from her face. I needed to make sure she knew what I wanted. "You are going to answer them quickly and truthfully. Do you understand me?"
What the hell. Either she understands or she does not, what's with answering my questions with questions? I wasn't lying on a couch, and she didn't seem like much of a therapist, though I wouldn't mind a little physical therapy with her. I felt the muscles in my hands and arms tense, and a mental image of her over my knee with her round little ass reddening under my hands danced around in my head and begged for attention.
"Are you asking me a question?" I glared at her.
"No," she whispered.
"Let's try this again, then," I cocked my head to one side. She had better get it right this time. Strangely enough, I wanted her to get it right this time. "Do you understand?"
"Good." I dropped down in the big, leather, high-backed chair and rested my chin on my hands. "What do you do here, Bella?"
"I'm Aro's PA," she said. I watched her throat bob as she swallowed hard. "Um…that is, I'm his Personal Assistant."
"I know what PA stands for." Was she taking me for some kind of idiot? No, she was only freaking out a little because she was being questioned by a known terrorist. "How long have you worked for Aro?"
"Three weeks," she told me. "My friend Alice got me this job when…"
Another thing I didn't like – answering the wrong question.
"Did I ask you about the hiring process?" I interrupted.
"Then don't talk to me about it."
As much as she was doing all the little things that annoyed the shit out of me, I still couldn't take my eyes off of her as a slow, deep red color overtook her face. The color went straight to my cock, and what was just a bit of a twitch was threatening to become a raging hard-on.
Get in control!
"Next question, Bella." I stared at her eyes, because they would be the best indication of truthfulness and because it kept my eyes from wandering back to her shoes. "Are you sleeping with him?"
"What? No!" A sharp breath escaped her mouth and her eyes widened. She was horrified at the idea, but not traumatized, which meant he hadn't been with her. Internally, I breathed a sigh of relief. If he had touched her, I may very well have lost my cool.
"Good," I said and turned back to the laptop, trying to take my focus of the beautiful young woman so close to me I could smell her. I mentally collected myself while I loaded another couple password key decoding processes. It didn't help. It didn't make any fucking difference at all.
I needed to damage something, and if something didn't present itself soon, I was probably going to take it out on my hostage. I looked over to her, finding myself ever so slightly calmed by her passive demeanor.
"Do you have a laptop?" I asked, fighting to control the tone of my voice.
"Um…yes?" She stuttered out her reply. My fingers tightened and tried to ball into fists.
"Are you asking yourself a question this time?"
"No," she replied. I could hardly hear her whisper. She looked down at the floor and reminded me of a properly chastised schoolgirl, which made my dick want to get up and do a little dance. The bastard had just calmed down a minute ago.
"So you do have a laptop?"
"Yes, I have a laptop." Her voice was a little steadier, and she at least met my eyes for a moment. So demure, so subservient, so fucking hot I wasn't sure if I should get her out of the room so I could accomplish what I needed or if I should get Jasper out of the room and start on accomplishing what I wanted.
"The desk outside this office."
"Go and retrieve your laptop," I commanded. "Bring it back here to me. Don't stray, baby, okay?"
"Okay." Again, she didn't flinch at the familiarity, and I had no doubt what-so-ever that she would do exactly what I asked.
"Want me to go with her?" Jasper asked. He obviously wasn't paying attention to her mannerisms.
"It's okay, Jasper," I said. "She's coming right back, aren't you baby?"
"Yes." She walked swiftly towards the door and out into the outer office.
"I know that look," Jasper mumbled. He tossed another folder into the rapidly growing pile at his feet and then grabbed another one to leaf through.
"What?" I barked.
"You gonna tap that?"
"Fuck you." I couldn't help but smile a little. Yeah, I could definitely see myself spreading her out over the desk with those heels perched on my shoulders. "Maybe."
Jasper just chuckled quietly to himself.
"I don't think there's anything here," he said as he nodded back at the filing cabinet. "There are a couple references to China and another to Honduras, but nothing concrete."
I looked back to Aro's computer and growled at the "Access Denied" message displayed on the screen. My fingers twitched, and I felt just a slight amount of sweat beading up on my neck. I reached back and wiped it away as pictures of Emmett's last birthday party ran through my head. I clenched my teeth.
All for you, big brother.
Bella walked back in carrying a pricy HP laptop, and my thoughts were again directed towards fucking the shit out of her. I felt myself grin.
"Good girl," I said under my breath. I meant for bringing the laptop and being quick about it, but also for the demure look she gave me as she met my eyes, and then looked to the ground. "Over here."
I made a point of running my fingers over the back of her hand as she handed it to me. Gooseflesh appeared on her wrist and then traveled up her arm. I wondered if her nipples got hard, but I couldn't tell in her loose fitting blouse.
My eyes dropped down to the laptop in my hand, and I flipped it back and forth between my hands a couple of times as I let the anger flow through me. Once it was nicely built up, I flung the computer across the room and into a painting of a couple of kids on a beach that hung on the wall. Fucking bastard Aro, parading his sick little pastime around in his office. Bella jumped a little and placed one of her hands over her mouth, probably trying not to scream as laptop bits scattered over the floor.
"Sorry about that," I said with a shrug. "I needed to break something, and I figure what I need is probably on this computer, not yours."
Jasper broke out into a ridiculous sounding guffaw. I was still annoyed, and I wanted to see what kind of information I could get out of the young PA. It didn't seem likely, but there was always the possibility she might be able to help me get what I wanted. I was more likely to influence her without an audience, though. At least, that's what I told myself.
"Go check on Felix." I gestured at Jasper to get the fuck out of the room. "Make sure he isn't trolling for more stragglers. He's pissing me off."
"Will do!" Jasper raised his eyebrow at me and sauntered out, being sure to close the door to the office completely as he left. Good man. I looked back up to the delectable office worker in the fuck-hot shoes.
"Sit." I waved my hand out in a ridiculously grand movement towards Aro's desk chair. For a moment, she just stood there with her mouth open a little, staring at me. I wanted to shove my tongue down her throat. Or maybe my cock. Either. Both. I tilted my head and gazed back at her, waiting for her to fucking obey me. If I had to ask again…well, maybe I would give her a good spanking.
Then she blushed again.
The blood flowing through her cheeks seemed to have a direct line to the blood flowing into my cock, which throbbed a bit. I could see her chest rising a falling as her breathing increased with her nervousness. Her eyes dropped again, but not to the ground. I was pretty sure she was looking at my crotch, and I wondered if she could see how hard she was making me. I wondered if she wanted a better look. The thought made my chuckle to myself, and her rosy cheeks darkened. Yeah, she did want a better look.
She finally took the few steps forward and turned to sit in the chair, giving me a brief view of skin between her skirt and her blouse as it rode up a little. Once she sat back, I couldn't see it anymore, so I went ahead and pushed her closer to the desk.
"Sign on," I told her. She had to have a password that would work, even if it wasn't his. If she could just get in, Jasper could probably hack his way to what I needed. Her eyes widened, and she started down at the keyboard. I could see her hesitancy; even hear it in her hitched breaths. She probably had some notion of company loyalty – probably signed a fucking policy to that effect. Of course, she also had an international terrorist standing next to her, whether she knew it or not. I leaned against the chair's arm and bent down to give her some words of…encouragement.
For good measure, and to make sure she heard me, I took a lock of her hair and pushed it back behind her ear. She tensed at my touch, and I could see the shiver run through her body this time. Her fingers turned white as they dug into the armrests. I was going to have to be careful. She was already frightened, and I needed her on my side.
"Bella, I know what you are thinking." My lips were almost touching her ear, and I had to resist the urge to suck her lobe into my mouth. I did resist. Barely. "You are worried about your loyalty. You are concerned that you may be betraying the trust of the man who hired you. I'm telling you Bella, he is not worthy of your trust."
"And you are?" She took a sharp breath, and I figured she hadn't meant to say it out loud. She had a point, though. I couldn't explain why, but it was abruptly important to me that she understand that I was not the bad guy here, despite appearances.
"Most certainly," I said. "Though you have met me under some rather…interesting circumstances, I assure you trusting me is more likely to be in your best interest than trusting Aro."
"Why do you say that?"
Because he's a pervert. Because he kidnaps little girls and sells them into slavery. Because he murdered my niece. Because I want to get my hands on him long enough to make him feel all the pain he's inflicted on my family. Because my brother's dead. Because everything he has done has turned me into what I am now.
"Because he is a vile, evil man," I finally snarled. I had to get myself back under control. I was going to scare the shit out of her if I said much else. I couldn't say all that without ripping the fucking room to shreds. I took a slow, deep breath. "I'd kill him myself, but I'm afraid that would be far too easy for him."
She didn't move. She sat completely motionless except for her rising and falling chest, which was exactly what I needed to distract me from the memories in my head. Emmett's phone call – Abby was missing. The look on his face when the police came to the door to tell him she was dead. My sister-in-law completely losing it and ending up in a psyche ward. The blood all over his bedroom and the smoking gun still in my brother's hand…
She shifted just a little in the chair, and the gap between two of her blouse buttons widened, thankfully distracting me from my morbid thoughts. I could see just the slightest hint of cleavage. My fingers warmed with blood, begging to reach out and feel the softness of her skin, and my cock wanted to join them. She was the only way I was going to get what I needed, with or without showing me her tits.
"I am going to use a word that I don't use very often," I said softly. I leaned over her and placed my hand on her shoulder. Her eyes met mine, wide and full of trepidation. "But this is important. Bella – please, type in Aro's name and password."
"For which folders?" She said without hesitation. God yes that was what I needed to hear. My brain quickly processed her words. Folders…different folders with different passwords. Some containing his legitimate business and others with the names of his contacts – the information I truly needed.
"Multiple accounts for accessing different information?" I asked, and she nodded. "How are they organized?"
"Um…blue and green – those are the ones he usually wants. Red and yellow, orange, gray, pink …"
Pink. Oh that dirty motherfucker. I covered her lips with my finger, and didn't miss that her mouth opened slightly when I did.
"That's the one," I told her.
"He never goes into that one."
How does the PA know what the bastard accesses and what he does not?
"How do you know?"
"He never asked me for the password," I said. "He can't remember any of them."
No, he wouldn't ask for that one. If he was going to memorize any password, that would be the one. Little girl pink. He was far too sick for words, and I had to force my body not to just run right outside and blow him away. No – I wasn't going to do that. He wasn't going to get off that easy. The fucker was going to pay for everything he has done. Fucking pay. In blood. In pain.
"That's as good a confirmation as I am going to get. Enter the password for the pink folder, Bella."
I stared at her slim, slightly shaky fingers as she slowly typed in the user name and password. I thanked her and on a whim, I touched my lips to her cheek. My tongue traced over my bottom lip as I experienced the small taste of her. I immediately wanted more, but there wasn't time now. I had been waiting for this moment for far too long. She moved away immediately when I told her to, and it didn't escape my notice that she learned quickly. Fear can do that to you.
Once she was out of my way, I stared down at the computer screen.
Even the fucking desktop theme was pink. My hand clenched for a moment before a deep breath brought me back to the present, and I immediately started scanning the files and folders for what had to be there. It had been so long, and I had gone through so much, it just had to be there. It had to be there for my own sanity.
I hit a folder and its contents sprang before me. Holding my breath, I double clicked a text file. It was here. It really was fucking here.
Bank account numbers.
Everything I needed to give to the man who was going to verify Aro was what I said he was, and then turn him into a symbol for pedophiles across the globe.
I silently thanked any god that might be listening that the default view was only file details, and not a picture preview. I had some assumptions about what might be in those pictures, and I wasn't about to look. Jasper would have to verify what was there. My fingers dipped into my breast pocket and I inserted the thumb drive into the USB port on the side of the machine. As I started copying everything, I sat back and looked up to my beautiful young hostage. She made it all happen. I couldn't help but smile.
"You have no idea how long I have waited for this moment," I told her. The taste of the soft skin of her cheek was gone from my lips, so I reached out to get another taste, this time of the back of her hand while she turned a beautiful, bright crimson. "My good luck charm."
I swung my legs and pushed the chair back so I could take a really good look at her without an audience. I started with the heels – thin little straps wrapped around her delicate ankles and buckled off to the side. The heels were easily three inches, and they made her legs look absolutely lovely. Long, slender and dressed in nothing more than the shoes and her professional style skirt. I wanted to run my hands over them. I wanted to run my hands up them, under that skirt, and into the promise land.
She moved nervously from one foot to the other while I kept a steady gaze on her, moving my eyes from her feet all the way up to the scarf that was still pissing me off. I wanted to see her slender neck and the bare skin of her throat. I wanted to know for sure if she was taken or not. There was no way she wasn't surrounded by men, as young and beautiful as she was. I needed to know. I needed her to…
"Take the scarf off." My voice surprised me a little. I hadn't completely meant to say it out loud, though I certainly wanted her to do it. What I want, I get. Usually. Obviously, I had surprised her a bit as well.
I could almost hear her heart pounding. If I could see under her scarf, I could probably have figured out just how excited she was by the pulse in her neck. If I could see under her scarf, I'd know if she was already taken or not.
"The scarf on your neck," I said cautiously. I didn't want to scare her, but I really, really wanted it off. If she was marked…well, that would be the end of it. Maybe. "Take it off."
She asked the question, but even as she did, her hand was moving to the knot sitting against her shoulder. She tugged at it a couple of times before it came loose and she dutifully held it out to me. I glanced at it a moment, considered asking her how she felt about being tied up with it, and looked for the tell-tale signs on her skin of recent activity. I still couldn't see anything with the damn blouse she had on, which was buttoned all the way up to the top.
"Undo the buttons on your blouse."
Her eyes went wide, and her mouth opened a little. I looked away quickly, realizing how my words must have sounded. I didn't want to frighten her – truly I didn't. I did want her naked and spread out for me on the desk – maybe bent over the arm of the chair…maybe even in the back of the helicopter after all of this was over – but I didn't want to scare her. I closed my eyes and tried to shake the random, cock-stroking thoughts from my head. I looked back up and smiled, laughing softly at the stunned look on her face.
"Just the top three buttons, baby."
And there she was – doing exactly as I asked of her. I could see her pale, blemish-free skin as the fabric fell away from her throat.
"No boyfriend." I could have breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn't seeing anyone. At least, if she was, he was a fucking moron.
"No…um…how…?" she stammered back.
"No hickeys," I replied with a grin.
"What does that have to do with anything?"
Everything, baby. Any man with any sense would be making sure every other man in the vicinity knew better than to lay a hand on you.
"If I was your boyfriend, I'd be leaving marks all over you," I murmured. "Just to make sure every other man who got near you knew you were mine."
Her mouth dropped open again as her hand tried to move back up to her neckline, probably to cover herself back up, but she didn't go through with it. I was about to tell her to button she shirt back up, when her vibrating phone made itself known at her hip. She didn't move.
"Are you going to answer that?" I asked pleasantly.
"Maybe you should at least look and see who it is," I suggested.
"I know who it is," she said.
"Do you, now?" I had to smile again.
"It's Rose," she told me.
"And Rose is…?"
"The receptionist." She never even glanced down at her hip as the thing kept on buzzing in its little clip-on holder at her waist. "She knows I'm up here."
I was mildly curious, but not enough to delve into it. If the receptionist was out with the general populace of the building, that meant she could be near Aro, and I had the need to gloat.
"By all means," I told her with a wave of my hand, "answer the phone before it goes to voice mail and she assumes the worst."
Her hand was shaking a little as she pulled the phone up and flipped it open. She greeted her friend, and sounded amazingly calm, given the circumstances. I could hear the mumblings of a woman's voice on the other end, but not the words. Bella looked to my eyes and I just watched, wondering exactly what she would say.
"I'm…um…in Aro's office…I know, but…"
While she blabbered, I stood quietly and took a step forward. I reached up and placed my hand over hers and pulled the phone away.
"Hello there, Rose," I said sweetly.
"Who is this?" the woman's voice growled at first, and then softened. "She's just a kid – don't hurt her."
"Tell me, is Aro near you?" I asked, ignoring her comment.
"He's standing a few feet away from me," she said.
"Hand the phone to him now, without a word, or I'm going to start removing body parts from your friend here."
"Fuck!" she hissed. At the same time, I heard Bella gasp. My eyes met hers, and I saw the panic in them. Shit, I really hadn't meant to do that. I wasn't a monster, and I didn't hurt innocents. Of course, then I had to think about the definition of a monster and realized I did kind of fit the bill, regardless of my motivations. Still, I wanted her to know she was safe – I wasn't going to hurt her. I would never hurt her.
Shaking my head sharply, I placed my finger over her lips, silencing her gasps. I touched her jaw and stroked her cheek softly. She shivered a little. I won't hurt you, baby…
"This is Aro…" The son-of-a-bitch was actually talking to me.
"Aro, so nice to speak with you again," I said. I had to move away from the distraction that was the little PA and sit down in his chair again. I took a deep breath and watched the progress of the file copy on the screen. More than halfway done. I rested the heels of my shoes on top of the bastard's desk.
"Cullen, you little shit," Aro's voice growled back at me. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
"I've been enjoying the company of your PA," I responded innocently. "She's been very informative, with a little persuasion."
I winked at her. Couldn't help myself. I heard Aro snort in the background.
"I'm a little surprised, actually. She's a lot older than your usual tastes. She's probably out of high school, at least, you sick little fuck."
"Listen to me, you vigilante little cocksucker! You've got nothing! Nothing on me! No matter what you think, there's no one who gives a shit that's ever going to listen to you!"
To save my hearing, I had to pull my ear away from the speaker.
"I sure hope you walked away from the crowd," I said when he was done yelling. "You're not exactly subtle."
"I'm not stupid, you little prick." I had to concede him that point. If he was stupid, I would have had all this information years ago. Maybe if I had, I wouldn't be as wrapped up in everything I was now. If he was stupid, maybe my life wouldn't have turned out this way. Didn't matter though – what was done was done.
I looked back to Bella the PA as she shuffled back and forth a little on her bright red shoes. Her teeth were sunk into her bottom lip as she alternated from staring at the ground to glancing up at me through her lashes. She seemed so young, though she had to be twenty or so. I wondered if Aro liked her in those shoes, and the thought pissed me off. If he had done anything to her, I might have to forget my plan and just put a bullet in his brain.
"She's extremely attractive," I said into the phone, but I could tell by the look on her face she knew I was talking to her. "Is that why you hired her, Aro? Are you trying to tap this sweet young thing? Have you laid a hand on her at all?"
"Give it up, Cullen…" I ignored the rest of his sentence as I focused on her. Her head shook back and forth hard enough to make her hair spread out over her shoulders. I smiled up at her, glad to have her confirming it even as Aro's sneering voice denied it as well.
"Good," I mouthed to her, and she blushed for me again. Time to get down to business. I looked away from her and watched the file copy process as I barked into the phone. "I've got the files, Aro, and this is just the first step. When I'm done with you, you are going to wish I had just pulled the trigger."
"You know we can make a deal, Cullen," Aro said quietly into the phone. "Whatever you think you have there, it won't be enough. You'll never be able to trace it back to me."
I could hear the panic rising in his voice. Whatever was contained here, it had to be exactly what I needed, and he knew it.
"What's it going take, Edward?"
Give me my niece back.
Give me my brother back.
Give me my life back.
"You know you have your price. Just name it."
I had to laugh, though there wasn't anything funny about it.
"Not a chance! Now hand the lady her phone," I yelled. After barely hearing his promises to make me regret was I was doing, the receptionist was back on the phone. What the hell was her name? Oh yeah. "Rose, I want to thank you for allowing that piece of trash to use your cell. I would suggest you have it cleaned. I wanted you to know your friend is safe - she won't be harmed in any way. Sorry for the earlier threat, but I really needed to talk to him."
I shut the phone, dropped my feet back to the floor and stood up, handing the cell back to Bella, who immediately started babbling.
"So…um…you have what you came for? Are you going to let me go now?"
"Let you go?" Images of her wrapped up in my arms with my lips sucking against the skin of her neck pelted my head. "I didn't realize I was holding on to you."
I took a step forward and watched her eyes drop to my lips. I licked them, and her eyes dilated slightly.
"I rather like the idea though," I said quietly.
"Holding on to you."
"What's stopping you?"
Now there was an interesting question. I wondered if she was actually playing with me, but the way her fingers twisted together I knew it was only nervousness.
"It didn't seem like the most opportune moment," I replied with a shrug. "Technically, you are my captive, though I have never actually told you leaving wasn't an option, and you have never asked to be released."
"I guess I kind of assumed…"
"You know what they say about the word 'assume,'" I said with a smirk.
"So…I could go?"
"Hmm…you could." I nodded, hating the idea of both letting her leave and telling her she had to stay. "You could also buy into the whole Stockholm Syndrome thing. If you did that, I might find an opportune moment."
"Stockholm Syndrome?" She obviously hadn't seen any of the movies.
"Never mind," I said dismissively. The whole idea was ridiculous, anyway. "Stupid psycho bullshit that only really occurs in movies. We're not in a movie."
"I can't argue with that," she replied, and something in her tone surprised me. I would have expected sarcasm, even venom, but there was none. If anything she sounded…disappointed. It gave me an edge…probably too much of one.
"If we were in a movie," I dropped my voice low, "then this would be the part where I would make my move on you. Maybe shove you up against the desk and show you the way I'd mark you if you were mine."
"That sounds like an interesting movie."
What was she trying to say? Was the idea actually interesting to her? Did she want me to make a move on her? I mentally processed every movement she had made since she entered the office – slow, cautious, meticulous. Once she got the idea, she did everything I told her to do. I would have thought it all out of fear, but now…now I was seeing something different.
"Is that a movie you would like to see, Bella?"
"I'd rather not choose," she replied, and her eyes dropped to the ground in the most submissive gesture I had ever seen. She blinked a few times before taking a deep breath and looking back to me again through her long, dark lashes. I was instantly as hard as a rock, my dick pressing painfully against the Glock shoved down the front of my trousers. She wanted this. She wanted me, and I wasn't about to deny either her wishes or my own. I knew what I wanted. I always knew what I wanted.
I grabbed her by the waist and brought her up tight against me before devouring her mouth with my own. My tongue reached between her lips, and she didn't hesitate to let me in as her arms wrapped around my neck. Her mouth tasted like heaven, and I wanted it all. My fingers gripped her back through her thin blouse for a moment before I reached farther down, my hands finding purchase on the glorious mounds of her ass. I wanted to grind myself into her heat, but she wasn't tall enough, so I lifted her effortlessly – she weighed practically nothing – and dropped her ass onto the edge of the desk. I never broke contact with her lips but pushed against her roughly.
My hands gripped her sides, moved up her ribs, over the edges of her breasts, then around her arms and up her neck until I had her face in my hands, holding her head to mine. I pushed her backwards with my body, and her hands dropped from my shoulders so she could brace herself against the desk. I caressed her tongue with mine before kissing and licking her chin and down to her throat. I was going to mark her, label her, and show everyone what was mine. My hand found her breast and cupped it, running my thumb over her hardening nipple as she gasped warm breath into my hair. I sucked at her skin – hard – feeling the warmth of her blood underneath her flesh. When I opened my eyes, I could see the reddish-purple mark blemishing her skin. I licked the spot and pulled back.
"You're going to have to button that blouse all the way up later," I told her. I wasn't going to hide what I was doing – she knew I was claiming her. My lips went back to her neck, and I didn't miss the way she tilted her head to give me better access. She wanted this. She wanted me to claim her.
Friction was what I needed – just a little friction – then I was going to bury myself in her as quickly as fucking possible. I could hear her arousal in her breaths and feel it in the rapid beating of her carotid artery under my lips. I could practically smell how wet she was, and I wanted to taste her, but I wanted to be inside of her worse. I grabbed her ass again and pulled her forward.
It fucking hurt as the barrel of the Glock slammed against my cock. I yanked it out of my pants and tossed it aside. She wasn't going to grab for it. If there was anything I had learned over the past few years, it was how to judge a person's character. She wasn't going to stop me. My mouth reached for her throat again and shoved hard between her legs, my dick now meeting nothing but her hot wet core underneath her panties as her skirt rode up her thighs.
"I want inside of you," I snarled, sounding more base than I had meant to, but she was driving me crazy, and I wanted her to know it. "Since you walked through that door, I've had trouble thinking about anything other than having you naked and riding my cock. I don't even have a fucking condom, but I might just be willing to take the risk."
"My period just ended yesterday."
I had never been prone to it, but her words nearly caused me to faint. I kept my grip on her ass and ground into her again.
"Are you sure?" I asked as I licked up the side of her neck and tasted the shell of her ear.
"I'm sure it ended yesterday," she said.
I swear, if she didn't start answering the right fucking questions, I was going to go insane. Obviously I was going o have to be perfectly fucking clear.
"Are you sure you want me to fuck you without any protection?" I breathed warm air against her ear and felt her shiver. As badly as I wanted her, I wanted her to know that I was not only serious, but I was safe. If she wanted it – if she was willing to take the chance – then I was going to give it to her. "I'm clean, but you only have my word to go on."
"I believe you." Her voice was breathy, but her tone was deadpan, and it sent a chill down my spine. I considered the position she was in, and Stockholm Syndrome aside, she may very well have been thinking she had to give me what I wanted, regardless of her own feelings on the matter. Her body told me she wanted this, but I needed her mind as well.
"You don't have to do this," I told her, and I tried to convey my sincerity with my eyes. I didn't want her to think I would force her to do anything. I had to make sure she understood that. "You understand that, don't you? This is your choice, if you want it. You will not be harmed regardless of your decision. I swear to you, I will make sure you are home safely by the end of the day, no matter what you do. Do you want to have sex with me, Bella? Because I really want to lay you over this desk and listen to you scream my name when you come, but only if you want it, too."
"Yes," she said without hesitation. "Um…does it have to be on the desk?"
I couldn't help my laugh as I realized that was her only trepidation – she didn't want to be fucked on a hard wooded surface. Fair enough. I gestured towards the black leather couch on the other side of the office.
"Would that be better?"
I lifted her up, and her legs circled my waist as her arms wrapped around my shoulders. I carried her to the side of the couch and gently lowered her down. I needed to see more skin. I needed to mark her again.
"Unbutton your blouse," I heard myself mumble. And for the sake of elucidation, I made sure she knew exactly what I meant. "All the way this time."
Her lips pressed together tightly, stifling what must have been a laugh. Her hand made quick work of the buttons on her blouse, even though they were shaking a little. When she completed the last button, she dropped her hands to her sides and I immediately pushed the fabric from her shoulders. Light tan, silky fabric with a touch of lace around the edges met my eyes. I wasn't surprised, but strangely intrigued by her simplicity, her innocence. My finger slipped under the strap at her shoulder, then ran down the edge until it traced over the top of her breast.
"Simple, beautiful, no pretenses," I murmured. Though it wasn't easy, I lifted my eyes back to hers. "You are exquisite."
Her teeth bit into her lip and her eyes danced away from mine. She had no idea what was to come next, and she needed me to tell her. I wouldn't have thought it possible, but my cock got harder.
"Unzip you skirt," I told her as I stepped back a bit. She hesitated for a moment, and I lifted an eyebrow at her. Her cheeks turned pink, but she reached behind her back and I heard the sound of the zipper being lowered. She placed her hands at the waistband, but I stopped her. I was going to teach her exactly what I wanted – one step at a time, baby. I'll tell you what comes next. Her eyes met mine, and I could see her confusion.
"I want to do that," I informed her. I pushed her hands away and gripped the top of the skirt before slowly pushing it down her legs as I dropped down in front of her. I lifted her feet one at a time and chucked the skirt off to the side. My fingers grazed over the edge of the straps of her heels, up around her ankles, and then up the back of her bare leg. I brought my hand back down again, reveling in her smooth, pale skin. I focused on the strap of the heels again and smiled to myself.
"Hmm…I think we'll leave these where they are."
"You want me to leave my shoes on?"
"They're fucking hot," I said. There was no doubt in my mind. "Yes, I want them on."
My hands went back up her legs, and my eyes went over the tan lacy panties that matched her bra, then to her face. She blushed again, and seemed embarrassed by it. I didn't want her embarrassed.
"That blush is also fucking hot," I said. My hands positioned themselves on her hips, and I used her for balance as I stood again. As tempting as it was to dive my face straight into her pussy, I wanted inside of her more. I leaned over close and whispered in her ear.
"I want to see your breasts, baby. Take off your bra for me."
No hesitation this time. I left my hands on her hips as I leaned back to get a good look at the glorious feminine flesh revealed as the garment dropped down her arms and piled on the floor at her feet. They would fit in my hands perfectly, and in my mouth exquisitely. I licked my lips in anticipation as a low growl escaped me.
"Exquisite," I murmured. I couldn't wait any longer, and took them both in my hands at once. I lifted them, feeling their weight in my palms and grazing the nipples to watch them harden. A little sound escaped her mouth, and I could see the reappearance of gooseflesh over her skin.
She raised her hand to my neck and pulled at the knot of my tie. I had been so intent on getting her naked I hadn't even thought about my own clothes yet. I froze the movement of my thumbs on her and let her loosen the tie and pull it over my head. She then went for the buttons of my shirt and pushed it off of me. I had to let go of her tits for a moment so it could follow the path of her bra to the ground at my feet, but I grasped back on to them as soon as the cuffs came loose.
With wide eyes, her fingers lightly traced the outlines of the muscles on my chest and abs. She felt the line of hair in the middle of my stomach, pointing the way to the part of me I really wanted her to touch. Her lips disappeared under her teeth again, and her eyes narrowed a little as her brow furrowed.
"Edward?" her voice was barely a whisper. I grunted back, waiting for her to say whatever it was she was going to say. The pit of my stomach tightened, and not in a good way. Something about her posture had changed – she was having doubts. Nervous now, not just anxious. "Um…there's something I should probably tell you."
Fuck, this could not possibly be good. I tried to make light of it.
"If you just remembered you have a boyfriend, I'm not going to be pleased."
"No…it's not that," she said as she shook her head violently. She paused for one of the longest seconds I had ever experienced before she took a deep breath. "I'm still a virgin."
There was no way in hell I had possibly heard her right. It had to be a joke of some sort. No one offers their virginity to some guy she just met because he took over her office building. There was just no way.
I took a step back and released her – trying to not to notice how luscious her tits looked as they dropped from my hands and bobbed up and down a little. My hand went up to tug at my hair as I looked down at her. She looked…crushed.
"Bella?" he questioned. "Are you serious?"
"Are you asking questions again?"
"No…I mean…yes, I'm serious."
"You're a virgin." I had to repeat the words, because they still didn't make any sense to me, and I was still hoping she was either joking or I had misunderstood. She nodded, dispelling that little myth, and I ended up grasping my hair in both hands, yanking at it a little with the hope it would help me think. I was back to square one – she thought I was going to hurt her if she didn't comply. Why else would anyone agree to such a thing? She probably thought I was going to fuck her and then kill her. "You think you have to do this, don't you? You think something's going to happen to you if you don't."
"No!" she yelled, and I was a little startled by the sound. Her eyes blazed at me for a moment, and she looked me directly in the eye. "I want this. I do. I don't think I have to…I want you to be the one."
"You want to lose your virginity to me?" I had to get the clarification. It was just too surreal. It was just too good to be real.
"Yes," she said definitively. No doubt, no question in her tone this time.
"A guy you just met, and only met because you were taken hostage."
"If I had met you in a coffee shop, I'd still want it."
My head was spinning, and I needed to get a grip and get it back into check. I needed something to focus on, but with her exposed tits right in front of my face it was hard to think of anything else. I felt my tongue dart out over my lips.
"You don't want to," she said suddenly. She nodded and her eyes looked down to the floor again. She blushed, but the color wasn't the same – not enriched with excitement and desire, only embarrassment. Holy shit, she thought I was rejecting her. I had misread. How long had it been since I misread someone?
"Oh I most certainly do," I told her. I made my own point perfectly, blindingly clear. "I'd love to be the first man inside of you. I'm certain how much I want you just tripled. I'm just finding it a little hard to believe you want it."
"I do," she repeated, and my cock stiffened again. "I want to…please."
"Please?" As her word fell from my lips I moved closer to her again, feeling drawn, like it was me who had no choice in the matter. It was both a comforting and alarming feeling. I traced my fingers up the outsides of her arms and over her shoulders until I cradled her face between them. I kissed her again, roughly – my sudden need for her skin on mine shocking us both, I presumed. I wrapped my arms around her and brought her body up close to mine, and my mouth trailed kissed over her jaw and to her ear.
"Say please again," I demanded. "I want to hear you beg me."
She complied with my wishes, the sound of her pleas…her words of desire…there was nothing I could do but give into her.
"How could I possibly deny that?" I asked, though I wasn't sure if the words were for her or me. It no longer mattered. My breathing was labored and my cock straining to reach for her undoubtedly tight, virgin pussy. I hadn't fucked a virgin since I had been one – clumsy and nervous in the back of my father's Mercedes – making the utmost of the high school post-prom cliché.
I yanked off my belt and released the button and zipper of my pants. Feeling strangely lacking without my hands on her, I grasped her again around her torso and pushed her back against the leather couch. I kept my arms around her tightly to keep her from falling as her knees buckled with the impact. I lowered her slowly onto her back, my eyes never leaving hers. My hands came back from around her and I ran the back of my knuckles over her cheek. I wanted to ask her how old she was, where she went to school, and how the fuck she ended up working for a bastard motherfucker like Aro. Not now though – right now, I only wanted to become her first lover.
Maybe her last, too.
My knee found its place between her thighs, and I gently pushed them apart as words spilled unbidden from my mouth.
"So beautiful," I mumbled. "So trusting. Trapped underneath me…just waiting for me to sink into you. You don't even know what it will be like."
I ran my thumb around the edge of her panties and realized I just couldn't wait anymore. I needed to touch her – feel her under my fingers – find out just how wet she already was. I slid my finger under the elastic band, barely touching her clit before reaching further down to the entrance of her pussy.
"Jesus…so ready…" I moaned out at her, closing my eyes for a moment. "You're so wet, Bella…you really do want this."
One hand pulled her panties down her legs, while the thumb of the other found her clit again. I put some pressure there while she bucked her hips up against me. I placed my palm against her hip and held her firmly against the couch cushion, immobilizing her. I wished I had brought her little red scarf over with us, because I could have tied her hands together – maybe just placed them over her head – but I wasn't about to stop long enough to retrieve it now. I smiled at the thought and took one of her pebbled nipples into my mouth, sucking hard as she gasped. My fingers explored her pussy while my thumb focused all its efforts on her clit.
The end of my finger went in a slow, deliberate circle around her entrance while my cock strained in my boxers and screamed to get some attention. I let my fingertip slide in just a little while I watched her face, her wide, beautiful brown eyes staring up at me while her chest rose and fell with her rapid breaths. She was so fucking gorgeous, and my cock was going to be the first one inside of her beautiful pussy. I pushed in just a bit more, moving around in a circle and stretching her a little. She felt tight, even to my finger, and my cock couldn't wait to feel her walls gripping down on it. My thumb hit her clit again and her neck arched as she cried out.
I felt my lips turn up into a smile as I slid my finger farther inside of her, circling her twice before I pulled back and dropped my mouth back to her breast. I ran my tongue in a slow circle, matching the pace of my thumb against her clit. She moaned my name, and I had to stop myself from just impaling her.
"That's it baby," I murmured against her skin, then pulled her nipple back into my mouth, loving the taste of her sweet skin. I let a second finger join the first inside of her, and I felt her muscles starting to clamp down against them. She was close already. Her hips tried to rise up again, but I kept them down, using more pressure from my thumb and hand while my fingers slowly slid deeper into her. Her legs started shaking as she panted. Her fingers gripped my shoulders, the nails piercing into my skin, and it felt really, really good.
"Come on, baby," I growled against her breast. Her whole body was tensed, poised on the edge and ready to just fall over into oblivion, but she still just held on tight, gasping for breath. I licked around her nipple again before raising myself up and looking back into her wide open eyes. I released her hip and entwined my fingers into her hair, pulling it a little as I stared down at her – commanding…begging. "Come on – let go. Come for me Bella."
"Oh God," she breathed through slightly parted lips. She bucked up hard against my hand as her back arched. "Oh God…Edward! Edward! Edward!"
She kept yelling my name, over and over again, and even though I knew they could undoubtedly hear us from the outer office, I didn't give a shit. She could scream out my name all fucking day, and I wouldn't get tired of hearing it.
"So fucking beautiful," I said as she dropped back to the couch and tried to regain her senses. My smile wasn't containable as I watched her stare up at me, either in post-coital ecstasy or maybe just shock – I wasn't sure, but it sure looked good. "I could watch that over and over again."
I couldn't wait any longer. Not another fucking minute. I shoved my pants and boxers to my ankles and kicked them off unceremoniously. My shoes and socks followed. I couldn't fuck with socks on – I have no idea why, it just always seemed weird. I glanced back up in time to see her eyes widen and her throat bob as she swallowed hard. She was staring at me…well, at my cock.
"Is that going to…fit?"
I tried not to laugh out loud, and almost succeeded.
"Yeah, baby. It will fit."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive," I took her face back into my hands and kissed her softly. My now freed cock sought out her flesh, brushing against her bare thigh.
"It's…big," she mumbled, and I had to laugh. I wasn't sure if she actually meant to say it or not, but I couldn't help but enjoy the sentiment.
"You're great for the ego," I told her, kissing her again with light, feathery touches of my lips. I grunted as she unexpectedly reached down to touch me, her fingers grazed lightly over the head and then traveled down my length. I held still for a moment – relishing the warmth of her touch – but I eventually couldn't help myself, and flexed a little into her hand. Her fingers pulled away, slowly running up over my stomach and chest before she gripped my shoulder again. I placed my lips against her cheek and positioned myself between her legs. My hands ran down the outsides of her thighs, gripped the backs of her knees and bent them up, giving me better access to her warm insides. I could see her pink folds displayed before me, reminding me I had to be gentle – no one had been there before me.
The thought made my cock twitch in anticipation. I dipped my fingers back into her, making sure she was still ready for me.
"I'll be gentle with you," I swore to her as I ran my thumb across the flesh underneath her eye. "It's still going to hurt…a little. You know that, right?"
She said she did and wasn't particularly apprehensive about the idea, though her muscles were still tense and unyielding. I slowly removed my fingers, dragging them up and over her slit before I grasped my dick in my hand and mentally reminded myself to go slow with her. Her thighs clamped down on my legs as I ran my cock over her pussy lips, leaving the head slick with her wetness. I centered on her opening, and leaned over her, my lips brushing the soft skin of her cheek before I found her ear.
"Relax, baby," I said. I sucked on the flesh of her earlobe and then tongued across her jaw before I reached her mouth again. Her lips were trembling, and I pulled back to take a good look at her. "Look at me, Bella."
Her chest rose as she took in a deep breath and slowly let it back out again. Her eyes met mine, still wide, but not showing any fear. I cupped the side of her face with my hand, braced my weight against my legs, and slowly pushed into her.
The heat of her – the tightness, wrapping around me and squeezing down like a fucking warm, soft vice on my cock, sucking me in just as well as any mouth ever could. I strained to keep my eyes open and not just give into the feeling and slam into her as hard as I could. I focused on her – making sure she wasn't in pain. My lips brushed over hers over and over again as I slid forward, inch by painstaking inch, until I felt it. The thin, barely there membrane was so slight, I could just barely discern its existence. I only knew it felt different over the head of my cock, and I paused in my movements.
"Still okay?" I asked. I hadn't realized I was breathing so hard until I tried to speak. She nodded and shifted a little, pushing me up against the barrier again. "God…you are so tight…baby. Are you ready?"
She didn't have to beg for this. I could hardly stop myself as I tensed my stomach muscles and thrust into her, burying myself to the hilt in her tight, wet, no longer virgin pussy. It was incredible, fantastic, insanely exquisite, and completely and totally perfect. From underneath me, I heard Bella yelp and felt her tense all around me. It was enough to bring me around.
"Oh…shit…fuck," I moaned and squeezed my eyes shut and tried to think of anything that would stop me from just blasting her with a load of semen instantly. "Did I hurt you?"
"Just a little," she admitted.
Okay – that wasn't so bad. I could already feel her relaxing around me, her fingers no longer gripping my skin as tightly as they were before.
"Are you all right now?" I asked.
"I think so."
I forced myself to not yell, but fuck it all, if that wasn't going to literally send me to an early grave.
"Damnit, say yes or no, Bella," I growled at her. I could hardly breathe, let alone speak coherently. "I am having a hard time controlling myself here. Damn…ugh!"
Forcing my breathing into a slower pace, I moved back slightly before easing forward, feeling her body grasping and pulling me in further. I could hear myself moaning, my lips still close enough to brush hers without effort, but my mind was in a complete daze. Maybe it was the lack of condom, maybe it was because she was so, so tight, and maybe it was because she was a sweet, young woman giving me her complete and total trust when she obviously had no business doing so. Whatever the reason, I could hardly contain myself. It was so vastly different from any other woman I had ever fucked; I simply didn't know what to make of it.
Moving as slowly as I could, I pulled back and pushed into her again, feeling the resistance of her body and, little by little, breaking through it. My tongue reached back into her mouth, and she groaned against my breath as her hands gripped my hair and held me to her. Keeping pace with my increasing thrusts, I fucked her mouth with my tongue while my cock explored her warm pussy.
"God, Bella!" I practically screamed her name. I released her mouth and went back to her throat to mark her skin again, my mind calling out to make her mine – no one else would ever touch her – only me. "So fucking tight…so good…"
I slid nearly out of her, the head of my cock poised just inside of her before slamming back in. She cried out, and her fingers dug deliciously into my scalp as I started really fucking her, rolling my hips as the end of my cock reached the deepest point. She cried out again and again as her muscles tightened around me, massaging my length as I held myself up against her clit. Her whole body shuddered underneath me and she stopped breathing for a moment.
"Oh yes…Bella." I covered her lips with mine again, my words spilling from my mouth and into hers. "Fuck, that feels good...I could feel you coming on my cock…fuck…so fucking tight…"
I could no longer hold back, and my hips bucked into her nearly uncontrollably. My hands covered her body – over her shoulders, her breasts, tweaking her nipples as she cried and moaned with pleasure. I explored her arms, her legs, and her stomach. I couldn't get enough of her. Leaning back, I grabbed her knee and pulled her leg up over my shoulder so I could penetrate her deeper. The bright red strap around her ankle could be seen in my peripheral version, and it was nearly my undoing. Her cries turned into deep, guttural moans as her neck and back arched. I started growling into her ear – telling her how good she felt, cursing, begging. I could have even told her I loved her, I had no idea. Then I was apologizing, because I couldn't possibly hold out any longer and I was going to come in her.
"You are so tight, Bella…baby…I can't…soon…ugh…ugh…"
Her pussy tightened all around my cock, and I reached around her shoulders to pull her body up against my chest as I slammed into her over and over again. My balls tightened, my legs tried to give out, and a moment later she was screaming my name again as I poured into her.
I couldn't hold myself up anymore, and I dropped down onto her in a lump of muscle-less flesh. I nestled my forehead between her breasts and reveled in the feeling of her arms wrapped tightly around me while my cock softened inside of her. After a moment, her grip lessened and her hand found my hair again, gently stroking through it instead of pulling at it. I couldn't remember the last time I had felt so at peace. I was fairly certain it had been about three years ago.
With a moment of mental clarity, I realized I had all my weight on her.
"Fuck…I must be crushing you." I shifted, trying to relieve her of some of my weight, which caused my dick to slip out of her. Damnit. I had rather liked it there.
"No," she said. "It's okay, you feel good on top of me."
I knew I wasn't going to be the one to complain about our current position.
"You feel pretty fucking fine underneath me." I looked up at her and smirked as I let my eyes travel up and down her naked form. "The view from here is incredible. I could get used to this."
She snickered and covered her mouth with her hand. Her eyes dropped down, taking a good look at me before smiling a little and biting down on her lip.
"The view from down here is pretty nice, too," she said. I grinned at her like an idiot, and she wriggled underneath me. Just having her eyes on me was bound to get me hard again, but the added bonus of her jiggling tits was phenomenal. Though I really didn't have time for it, I shifted my hips into her anyway and cocked my eyebrow suggestively. I could feel how wet she was still, and I didn't think it was just from ejaculating inside of her. I had been the first man inside of her, and I already wanted more of her. What were the chances of her being here, in this office, just waiting for me to sink my cock in her?
In this office, working for Aro. The thought made me queasy. Her fingers traced over my jaw, tickling a little.
"This monster you work for, do you have any idea what he's really doing here?"
"I don't know what you mean," she responded.
"He's evil, Bella," I told her. My eyes focused on one of the marks I left on her neck, and I bent down to kiss at it. I was hard, and ready to take her again. I didn't mind telling her as well as showing her. "Damn – I want you again."
"I'm all right with that." I could barely hear her, but her eyes held everything I needed to know. She wanted more. I wanted to give her more.
"You aren't sore?" I asked.
"I'm okay," she said. "I want you again, too."
My lips moved up to her ear, wanting to taste more of her. I couldn't help but think about all the other places I wanted to taste her as well. I wanted her coming all over my face while she screamed my name again. I wanted to tie her up on that four-poster hotel bed and fuck her from behind. I wanted to hold her against me afterwards, give her a bath, and feed her fucking strawberries with my fingers.
I wanted more.
And it hit me.
If she walked out of here, down the hallway to the elevator and out of this building, I'd never see her again. Within a few hours, I would be on my way to Jamaica, where I would deliver the information collected on my flash drive to a former CIA agent who specializes in torture. Once he had his proof, he would take care of the rest. Then I would disappear for a year, maybe two, before I could start putting my life back together, assuming that was even possible now. If she left, I wouldn't be able to contact her again. I might be able to keep tabs on her surreptitiously, but I'd never lay eyes on her again. It would be far too risky.
She probably had a family – parents, siblings, friends, school chums, and co-workers. I didn't fucking care. I wanted to take her with me. I wanted to give her everything she had ever desired. I wanted to buy her a fucking yacht to live on, or a penthouse in Tokyo, or a cabin in the mountains – whatever she wanted. I wanted to take her to posh hotels and expensive restaurants and symphonies. Hell, maybe I'd buy a piano and fucking play for her. I wanted her with me.
I needed her with me.
As far as she knew, I was nothing but a fucking terrorist.
I was going to have to convince her otherwise.
"I know I said I'd make sure you were home safely tonight," I murmured into her ear, "but how would you feel about maybe coming with me instead? I really need to finish up work here, and I think if I fuck you again now I'll never get it done."
"Where are you going?"
"I can't tell you," I said with a shake of my head. If she refused to go, anything she knew about me would put her in danger. Shit, she was already in danger. Aro might fucking kill her for the password she gave me. There was certainly a market for girls her age, too. There's no way he'd just let her be. He might think she saw what was in there. "I will tell you we won't be coming back – not anytime soon, anyway."
"And you want me to come with you?"
I want you to. I need you to. It's not safe for you now, and I don't want to scare you.
"I want to show you what Aro's done," I said instead. "I want you to understand. I also want to take you to posh hotels all over the world and see you naked and laid out for me in as many beds as possible. I want to give you everything. I want to make you mine. I can't do that if you stay here."
I wrapped her up in my arms, and my dick pressed hard against her thigh. My hips tilted forward, trying to find more friction between her legs. My mind was swimming again – unable to do anything to cope with the heat and smell of her except by taking her again. I grabbed her leg and pulled it up over my hip, positioning myself.
"Never mind the work," I moaned, pressing the tip of my cock to her entrance.
"Okay," she said.
What the hell did that mean? Okay, I could fuck her again? Okay, she would leave with me? You were an okay lay, but I need to go home now?
"Okay…what?" I asked, hating the way my voice gave away my uncertainty. I stared into her eyes, needing the answer now and wishing I could read her mind.
"I'll go with you."
"You will?" I nearly prayed I had heard her right.
"Yes." There was no question in her voice this time. Not only was there no question, but her eyes softened as her body relaxed in my arms. Her expression told me everything I needed to know – she was giving herself to me. Completely and totally.
"I'll make it all worth your while," I promised her. "I'm going to cover you in diamonds during the day and fuck you senseless during the night."
"I'm not so sure about diamonds," she replied, squirming as my tongue tickled her ear. "But the last part sounds like exactly what I want."
She was going to get what she wanted; I had no doubt of that. I pushed into her, my groaning words running from my mouth straight to her ear, soft and warm.
"Want no more."
I would give her everything, because it was…it is…exactly what I want.
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