Control is never achieved when sought after directly. It is the surprising outcome of letting go – James Arthur Ray

Chapter Thirty Nine


I didn't want to leave the hotel the next morning, didn't want to go back to the house, didn't want to deal with what came next. I just wanted to hide in the little world that we had created together. But I knew that couldn't happen. Not yet, anyway. We had things we had to deal with first.

Edward and Alice was still gone to who knew where, doing who knew what, and something told me that, whatever it was, it was going to come back to bite us.

I knew that Edward had no intention of letting Bella go; I was sure he was plotting and planning ways to get her back, using any means, not caring who he hurt, and that included Bella.

Alice was thinking of ways to destroy Bella, and maybe all of us. She was turning out to be one evil little bitch. After all the years I had spent with her, I wondered how I had never seen the darkness she harbored inside of her. As they say, love is blind. It was also stupid.

The main issue, however, that I was not looking forward to dealing with was explaining Bella's death. Carlisle had come up with an idea, but I had no idea what it was, and something told me I was not going to like it much. But what choice did I have? Charlie was like a rabid dog going after a bone; he was never going to give up without closure, and Bella would never be at peace without giving it to him.

As much as I wasn't looking forward to this issue, I would do anything to make Bella happy.

"You're very quiet this morning," Bella said when we were almost home.

"Just thinking about some things," I told her, trying to force a smile on my face. It wasn't as easy as it should be, not after what we had shared last night. I should be grinning ear to ear and floating on a cloud, but I wasn't, and for that, I wanted to dismember a few members of the family.

"From the frown on your face, I can tell that it's nothing good. I hope it's nothing to do with last night," she softly said, staring down into her lap.

"Of course not, darlin'," I assured, reaching over to take her hand into mine. "I was just thinking about what lies ahead for us."

"Canada?" she asked hopefully, with a small smile. At least one of us had their head in the right place. We should be heading for the border and forgetting about everything else, but I was never one for letting things go.

"Eventually, but first we have some unpleasant things to take care of."


"Edward and Alice."

"I thought they left," she questioned, not with fear, but concern.

"They have, but they will be back, and I doubt some distance will have changed anything. I just have a bad feeling that what happened with the two of them was the calm before the storm."

"I'm not worried. As long as I have you beside me, I know everything will be just fine."

I wanted to believe that was all it would take to make everything alright, but experience told me it was going to take more then that.

When we finally got home, Carlisle and Esme weren't there. Rose and Emmett had returned earlier, and Emmett was trying to destroy something in a video game while Rose flipped lazily through some fashion magazine.

"I didn't think you guys were ever going to get home. Come on Bella, play with me," Emmett demanded in a grating whining voice.

"She has better things to do then play with you," I told him, having no patience for Emmett today.

"What? Like playing with you?" Emmett laughed, though it wasn't funny. "From what I heard, she already did that last night. It's my turn now."

The words were barely out of his mouth before Rose smacked him on the back of the head; Bella's cuff landed only a second later.

"Bitches!" he hollered, rubbing the back of his head. I was seriously starting to wonder if all the slaps were causing brain damage. Any one who knew Emmett would find it hard to discredit that theory.

"What did you just say?" Rose hissed, her hand just twitching to slap him again.

"Bella, you use to be so sweet and nice, and then you start hanging out with my shrew of a wife. And just like that, you head to the dark side," Emmett bravely, or stupidly, said.

"Oh, you are going to wish that the only thing I did to you was smack the back of your head," she informed, launching herself at him. Emmett moved just in time, and Rose hit the couch running. And so the chase began.

Emmett clearly was viewing this as a game and/or foreplay, and was laughing and taunting Rose. I could feel her anger increase at a steady rate, and all I could do was shake my head, and hope for Emmett's sake that she left him in enough pieces to fuse back together.

"Come on, let's go upstairs and wait for Carlisle to get home."

Bella followed behind me, laughing all the time at Emmett and Rose, who were destroying the house.

"Esme is going to kill them," she said as we closed the door to the bedroom. Of course, it looked like nothing had happened in there. The room was painted a smoky grey, with all new dark wood furniture, soft white bedding and lots of fluffy pillows. There was also a new comfortable-looking oversized chair with a reading light.

"I think she secretly likes it when we destroy the house. That's when she can redecorate," I told her, bouncing on the bed to check the firmness. Perfect.

"Well, with Emmett around, she'll never be bored."

"At least he's good for something."

"We all have our own special talents."

"I have a few."

"I wasn't talking about your ability to control people's emotions. I was talking about those little things that make us, us."

"I wasn't talking about controlling emotions either. I have quite a few special abilities... I showed you a few last night," I told her, feeling her lust spike as her mind went to the many things I had done to her.

"There's more?" she whispered with a gulp.

"Oh, baby, you haven't seen anything yet," I smirked, pulling her down on top of me.

"Jasper, we can't. Emmett and Rose will hear us."

"You're going to have to get over that, fast. That, or learn to be quiet," I told her, kissing her deeply. She moaned.

"So much for staying quiet," I teased.

"Let's see how quiet you can be," she challenged, raising herself up until she was straddling me. She slowly started grinding herself on me. I bit the inside of my mouth to stop the moaning. Fuck, I sure loved a good challenge.

I closed my eyes and focused on being silent as she continued to rub herself up and down over my hard shaft, which was getting harder and harder by the minute.

If I didn't get a release, at least from my jeans, I was going to explode, and it seemed that that was what Bella was aiming for. Instead of unsnapping my jeans, she went to the buttons of my shirt and began to slowly undo them. She carefully parted the flannel, and I waited for her to touch me. Instead, she just stared at me for the longest time.

When she finally did touch me, it was butterfly touches ghosting over my chest, around my nipples, moving down until her fingers lingered right above the snap of my jeans. I tried to will her open it, but she was serious about torturing me. She moved back up my chest, this time kissing me softly as she went, all the while rubbing herself up and down my ever-increasing hardness.

I licked my lips in anticipation of her finally kissing me, but instead she sat back up and started to unbutton her own shirt. Unlike the slow torment that she used on me, she had her shirt and bra off in a second.

"No touching, no talking," she scolded when my hands went up to touch her. I let my hands fall in defeat, and was rewarded with her touching herself instead.

The sight of her caressing her own breasts was almost too much for me to take; I was seconds away from exploding in my pants. Her little game had been fun, but now it was time to show her who was really in charge.

In a second, I had her flipped and under me. It only took another second to remove both her jeans and panties and my jeans. Hovering right at her entrance, I stared down at her, only to see an evil smirk on her face.

"What are you grinning about?" I had to ask.

"You thinking that you are in charge," she said. As the words were leaving her mouth, she once again had me flipped over, straddling me. "I own you, Whitlock," Bella informed me as she slid down on my throbbing cock.

"Fuck!" I yelled out.

She just smirked that evil grin again as she slowly raised herself off me until only my tip was in. Then she slid down once again, encasing me completely. She continued this slow torture, over and over, again and again, until she had me begging.

"Faster Bella," I moaned.

"Say it."


She stopped completely.

"Say it."


"So polite, Mr. Whitlock, but that is not what I am looking for," she purred, still not moving.

I stared up at her, trying to rake my foggy brain for what it was that she was looking for me to say, and then it hit me. Evil... She was evil and I loved her.

"You own me, Bella. You fucking own me," I conceded. That seemed to be just what she wanted to hear.

She began to move again, her pace much faster than before, and I could feel that she was right on the edge of losing herself. I tried to wait for her, but I just couldn't. I exploded, and a second later, Bella came with me.

We laid together for awhile, her on top of me, me stroking her hair. It was only when I heard Carlisle and Esme come home that I moved.

"Shower with me, and then I need to go talk to Carlisle."

"You mean to say that, after we shower, we are going to go talk to Carlisle."

"Where did this Bella come from?"

"I don't know. I think she was always there, but something set her free."

"You mean someone," I smirked.

"Stop thinking so much of yourself. Remember, I own you."

"I'll never admit that to anyone else."

"We'll both know, and that's all that matters."

"We know too," Emmett shouted from somewhere across the house. Bella doubled over laughing.

"I'll make you pay for this," I told her, chasing her into the bathroom.

I tried for a repeat in the shower, but she was having none of it. I wasn't sure if it was because she was worried about Carlisle and Esme hearing us, or if she was just was in a hurry to talk to him about what was happening next.

We found Carlisle in his normal spot: his office. Esme was downstairs, scolding Emmett for breaking numerous pieces of furniture.

"What about Rose? She did it too."

"Emmett, are you really trying to blame all this on your wife?"

"Yeah. She was the one chasing me all over the house, trying to beat the crap out of me. You should be consoling me. I'm wounded."

"Please, Emmett."

Bella and I just smiled at each other, probably thinking the same thing: payback.

"Welcome back," Carlisle said before we could say anything.

"Thank you," Bella replied.

"I take it the night away was a much-needed trip?"

"Very much, but now that we are back, we are anxious to move on with our lives, and that means taking care of Charlie."


"You know what I mean Bella."

"I know what you mean, and I have given this a lot of thought, and come up with what I think is that only thing that is going to convince Charlie that Bella is dead," Carlisle paused for a moment. "Bella body is going to have to be found."