Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer would make Edward do what I'm making him do in this story...hence, Twilight isn't mine. I do own two dogs though that I have dressed up as pumpkins for Halloween.
A/N: Welcome to my new story...it's a bit of a departure from my usual stuff, but I hope you enjoy Revengeward as much as I'm loving writing him. Today being Halloween made it a seemingly fitting day to start a story like this. With all of my other WIPs and projects, this story has no set update schedule, other than a plan to update once every week to two weeks. Banner for this story can be found on my profile here and in my group on FB (lvtwilight09's lovers) so if you want, come play with us over there.
Massive thanks to my team (theonlykyla, reyes139, and XquisiteProdigy) whose excitement over this plot bunny made me want to write it even more. If you guys are looking for anything to read, go and check out their stories, they all write amazing stuff!
Tonight, my final practice, was perfect. It seemed like everything was falling into place. That unsuspecting little whore didn't know what hit her. She didn't hear me coming, and she certainly didn't see anything until it was too late. She didn't even get the chance to scream. My knife slicing through her throat like butter made sure of that. She won't be missed either. After all…what's one less prostitute?
I pull my coat back on, covering my blood stained shirt and tuck my blade away in my messenger bag. As I walk home I run through my mental checklist of everything I need to prepare to make sure things are ready in time. I make it back to my building, and climb the stairs up to the third floor. Walking to my apartment door, I open it and slip inside. I drop my bag on the floor and hang my coat up on the hook. Turning around, I'm greeted by a sultry moan that slips out of my wife's mouth.
"Fuck baby, you know how much I love it when you come home messy," she murmurs as she approaches me. "How'd it go tonight?"
"Perfect. Not even a whimper before I took her," I whisper back to her as I lean in and kiss her. I groan into her mouth as her hands palm my already throbbing cock through my jeans. Practice always gets me excited, but my wife…she's the one who drives me wild, the one who makes me feel like I have a steel rod in my pants.
"And I can help you when we go back home, right baby?" she asks, interrupting my thoughts of all the depraved things I want to do to her.
"Absolutely babe. I want you there with me. This is as much for me as it is for you," I reply, grinding my hips into her, letting her know that more than just my work is for her.
She licks up my cheek and whimpers.
"Fuck…I love it when I can still taste them on you…so fucking hot." Her words are breathy, and looking at her I can see that her pupils are dilated. Her heat is lined up perfectly with my dick and I can already smell her arousal through those skimpy boy shorts she's wearing. Glancing in the hallway mirror I can see the blood spatter that is on my cheek, smeared by the path her tongue created. I pull her up in my arms and she wraps her legs around my waist as I carry her into the bedroom.
Once there, I toss her on the bed, a low growl rumbling out of my chest as I see her tits bounce. I kick off my shoes and get rid of my pants and boxers as quick as possible, all the while watching as she strips off her clothes for me…first the boy shorts and then her shirt, exposing those perky breasts I'm dying to get my mouth on.
I reach up to remove my shirt. It's still damp so I know the blood from my kill tonight has seeped through to my skin, but she stops me.
"Leave it. I want you to mark me with it," she tells me, her voice thick with her desire. I know exactly what she wants. The first time I came home dirty like this, she tried helping me clean up and undressed and bathed me. Up until then, it was one of the most of erotic experiences I had had. We ended up fucking so hard after that, that we needed to get a new dining room table the next day.
Since then, the messier I come home, the more turned on she gets, and I'll do anything to make her happy.
Making my way onto the bed, I straddle her, my leaking cock so close to where it wants to be. I can already feel her wetness dripping out of her, which only makes me want to pound into her even more.
"Do you trust me?" I ask her.
I nod, and rip my shirt off of me and grab the bloodiest part of it. I drag it down her body starting at her neck and leaving a red trail down the center of her body between her breasts and all the way down to her pussy. I toss the shirt aside and lean down. Sucking her nipple into my mouth and biting down roughly on it, causing her to cry out.
"Oh shit! Just like that baby…be rough with me."
I know how much she likes it when I manhandle her and so I offer the same attention to her other breast before moving my head to the top of the red line on her body. She writhes beneath me as I lick down the line straight to her core and flick her clit with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth. Her hips buck up as she whimpers and moans. Her hands are in my hair and roughly tugging and pulling, guiding me where she wants me. I thrust two of my fingers into her and start pumping in and out as I continue to eat her pussy. I groan as I taste her, her arousal mixing with the blood on my tongue…it's absolutely delicious and nothing else can compare.
"Shit…fuck…so close," she pants out, tightening her grip on my hair. Her hips are moving faster as she fucks my face, and I curl my fingers inside her, sending her over the edge.
"FUUUUUUUUUUCK," she cries out as she shatters, her back arching off the bed as her hands fist the sheets . I continue sucking and licking and before she can even come down, I flip her over, pull her hips up to me and slam into her, sending her into a second orgasm, causing me to groan as her walls clamp down on my cock.
I scoot us further up the bed so that we're closer to the headboard. She's whimpering and panting, trying to catch her breath, but I'm nowhere near done with her…not yet.
Leaning in, I whisper in her ear. "You better hold on baby. I plan on fucking you to within an inch of your life."
She pushes her hips back into me as she grabs onto the headboard, and I place a kiss on the back of her neck.
I pull almost completely out and slam back into her, loving the feel of her wet heat surrounding me.
I start thrusting, pounding into her quickly and roughly, my grip on her hips tight and sure to leave bruises come morning. Her head drops forward, her grip on the headboard tightens, causing her knuckles to turn white.
"That's it baby," she moans. "Fuck my pussy, fuck it hard."
God how I love when she starts talking dirty to me. My hand reaches around to her front and starts working her clit and her moans and groans get louder and louder.
"That's right you dirty little slut. You like it when my dick pounds your pussy don't you. You love fucking my cock. Tell me how much you like it." I growl out. "I wanna hear it, moan for me like the whore you are."
"Fuck…yesss, so damn good," she moans out.
My pace never slows as I keep driving into her, my one hand working her clit and my other grabbing her hair and pulling on it. The slapping of skin, our animalistic grunts, and the banging of the headboard against the wall are the only sounds in the room.
I can tell she's close, and with one pinch of her clit I send her over the edge and I follow shortly after, crying out her name as I empty inside her.
The both of us collapse on the bed, a sweaty, out of breath mess of limbs. I pull her close to me, gently kissing up and down her neck, eliciting a purr from her as she snuggles into my embrace.
"I love you Bella, so much," I whisper into her ear.
"I love you too, Edward."
We just lay there for a few minutes, enjoying the closeness and the silence.
"Come on baby," she tells me after a while. "Let's go shower and get to bed. We have a busy day ahead of us tomorrow."
She worms her way out of my hold and heads towards the bathroom. I can't help but just stare as she gives me a spectacular view of her ass as she goes.
Hearing the water in the shower start, I climb out of bed as well and head towards the bathroom.
I stop and look at the calendar hanging on our bedroom wall, the dates with the words 10 year H.S. reunion weekend written in red sticking out. Two more days until that reunion…two more days to get out final preparations together…two more days until we get our revenge.
A/N: Is Revengeward creepy enough for you all? Bella's a few fries short of a happy meal herself too it seems. Hope you all liked it and are wanting more. Let me know your thoughts on my crazy little duo I have here.
Until next time,