Dine&Dash Chap9 (Part 2)

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Dine and Dash

*~*~* Chapter Nine – Unthinkable, The Promise *~*~*

 “Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart.” (Louise Erdrich) 

I'm now in my room seated at my workstation, stripped down to a pair of denim shorts and a grey fitted t-shirt because I'm feeling so hot from anxiety that it's making me nauseous.

I flick the switchblade in my hand slowly, and chew the life out of my nails when in almost no time at all, I hear a door creak open downstairs. I freeze and grip the knife in a firm hold as my room door follows.

"Jesus fucking Christ Edward! Some warning please!" I scream and throw a handful of pencils at him from my desk. Son of a bitch! My poor heart will never bloody forgive him!

He laughs under his breath eyeing the switchblade in my other hand. "You were going to butter me to death?" he deadpans, with a quizzical look.

"Ha!" I choke out as the adrenaline slowly eases away. I'm so relieved that I'm not alone I seriously want to hug him but I stop myself not sure how I'm supposed to act around him since you know… yesterda— Ahhh and now I'm smiling again? You’d seriously think I wasn’t even me anymore, that’s how much I’m smiling these days.

He looks dangerous and glorious, all shrouded in mystery covered head to toe in black. "You've clearly never tasted my cooking." I retort.

His eyes dance with amusement as he steps up to me and gently removes the blade from my clenched fist.

"Nice," he appraises the knife flicking it fast between his fingers, then his eyes lift to me, his head still lowered his brow cocks in question, "Thought nothin' was wrong?"

"It's nothing." I let go of a huge breath. Honestly! From the very core of my being! I'm thrilled that I'm not alone. I want to hug him but I don't. "Can we please just go?"

His face hardens right before my very eyes. His jaw tense and eyes cold. I'm seeing the gangster in him unleashed and it makes me back pedal immediately. He grabs my arm holding me firmly in place.

"Isabella what's wrong?"

My eyes grow to saucers at my full name. "Edward noth—"

"Bella, I swear to God if you lie to me—," he cuts off his words but the threat is ringing loud and clear in the air. "Tell me what's fucking wrong."

It's no longer a question. His eyes are fixed and I can visibly see how much of effort he's putting into keeping his temper at bay.

My pulse hammers loudly causing my lip to quiver slightly when I answer. He looks to it then directs his eyes back to mine only a fraction softer than before. Telling me he's not backing off so get the fuck on with the show.

"I was walking home and I saw something," I go for vague hoping he'll miss it.

He doesn't. His look tells me to go on, his veins creeping angrily along his neck up to temple. "If you don't tell me I can't fix it." he practically hisses.

"There's nothing to—"

He shuts his eyes, agitated. And I decide against completing that sentence.

"I'm just overreacting, Edward." I grab his hand, hoping it'll have the same effect it did yesterday but it doesn't.

His eyes fly open burning brightly, the storm in his jade oceans are in torrent and his body is rigid and stiff, holding himself back. I bite down my panic and try and figure out a way to down play everything but still be truthful.

"I just saw this guy while I was walking home and it freaked me out a bit. He didn't even do anything," I shake my head with fervor to emphasize my point, not realizing that I'm shooting my mouth off, "But he just shocked me cause he appeared out of nowhere in the forest. And he was running like he had the devil on his tail. I think he'd been there for a while—"

"Bella describe this guy?" His voice cuts in.

I shut up and stare at him slightly confused at the curiousness burning in his eyes. That sure as hell wasn't the reaction I was expecting.

He places his hands on my shoulders lowering himself to my eye level his voice drops to a soother level. "What did he look like babe?"

There's a 180 for mood swings if I ever saw one. "Er?" I swallow not knowing whether this is a question I should answer.

"I'm not going to do anything." He promises in a way to calm me down. His eyes are intense trying to get me to open my mouth.

"I didn't see too much." Chewing on the insides of my cheek I try and gather any valuable information I can for him because he looks like he really wants to know. "He was tall, 'bout a foot or more taller than me," my head cranes up from Edward’s chest to his messy hair, "kinda like your height. He was breathing really heavy, like he'd been running for a while. He was covered in dirt and rain too. I couldn't see his face too well cause he had a hood on. I think his eyes were dark?" I rake my brain for confirmation on that because I could've very well have imagined the green flecks in them that I'd seen due stress or my near fatal case of Edward-on-the-brain.

He's paying careful attention to every word out my mouth, his mind a thousand miles away, a calculating expression on his face. "Anything else?" he coaxes looking at me patiently for more information.

"OH!" I gasp.

His eyes turn darker then, he's paying closer attention for something he hopes to hear that will help him with whatever mental dilemma he's got going on in his head.

"He had a tattoo!" I say remembering it.

"What was it?" he asks earnestly, now a brilliant gleam in his dark green eyes.

"It was on his hand! His finger!" I explain.

His grip tightens and a lopsided grin forms on his face. And I feel a smile creep across mine because I've apparently said something worthwhile! Wow I'm turning into an idiot! What the hell Bella?

I lose the smirk and continue in a mature manner. At least I try to. "It was odd, three random thin rectangles."

His broad, rough hands cup my head cradling it between them, as he lowers his head smacking his lips to mine once, hard, eagerly and backing up to look me in the eye.

"Babe, I need you to not tell anyone what you saw 'kay?" his voice is intentionally soothing. I gape at him with an O formation on my mouth. Why? "No one at all."

"O—kay?" it comes out as a question because I'm more than a little flabbergasted. Then I take a breath and set my face like I usually do with the Wolves when I cover for them, and nod my head in confirmation.

He looks at me a little longer making sure I understand then he kisses me lightly on the forehead and it sets my body on fire because it's so different. Of course I'm going to question him about it. Later. For now I wanted to wait till he was more settled in his mood.

"Good girl. C’mon," he slips an arm around my waist holding me against his side as we walk out my room.

Absentmindedly he slips his free hand into his back pocket and flips open his phone. He dials without looking at the screen and holds it against his ear waiting for a beat before talking in Italian to whoever's on the other end, I figure it's either James or Jasper because from his tone I highly doubt he's talking to Rose. When he's done he grins at me and kisses my forehead lightly again before I get into the car parked down the drive.

"Hey is this one new?" I ask noticing that this isn't the car he fetched me in yesterday.

He sniggers backing us out too fast for it to be safe. Well at least that's what I think. He looks all too in control as he does it. "This one's mine," he answers flipping us round and burning rubber down the road.

I run my hand over the dash, it's smooth and vibrating from the feral hum of the engine under my palm. I can feel his eyes on me the entire time. My eyes dart to him and I'm surprised that he's looking ahead at the road while he shifts gear and is still somehow super aware of my every move.

"I like it." my voice is husky and honest, and I'm not sure if I'm answering him or me.

He smirks, "Me too."

He accelerates and I watch him, taking note of every detail like I'd be brokenhearted if I miss any of it.

"Whose car was the other one?" I ask because today I want to hear him speak while we're driving.

I watch his flashing eyes as it scans the road, the predetermined movements of his body as he maneuvers us at high speeds like its second nature to him. My eyes are drinking in everything and I know he can feel it, his Adams apple bobs as he speaks and I feel my heart tighten. His voice deep and velvety, his eyes dark and mysterious, never looking away from the road as he shoots amber light after amber light making it across a heartbeat before it switches to red.

"That one I was working on for someone. Consider it mine on loan," he grins, a wicked glint in his eyes telling me there's more to that story.

"Did you boost it?" I ask before my filter can kick in. I mentally smack myself and look at him from the curtain of my hair to gauge his reaction.

There's blatant amusement burning in his eyes. "No," he says and I can tell he's putting some effort into not laughing.

I'm just happy he's not upset.

"Not that one." His grin turns devilish at that and I gape at him. He licks his lips and chuckles under his breath. "These things have got to stop shocking you." Swooping down he crashes his lips to mine and slips his tongue into my mouth, the car stays perfectly on course. My hands instinctively fly to the wheel even though my head stays locked to him. He tastes like cinnamon, mint and smoke. He pulls back and smirks lopsided at me. "You're the first person who's ever gotten this close to driving  my  car." He sounds incredulous.

My eyes fly to my hands and I pull them off quickly. His hands clamp down on mine holding them against the wheel.

"I like it," he forces my hands under one of his and reaches for my seatbelt, releasing it.

I hear the strap slide fast back into place along the door but I can't take my eyes off our hands.

 "Get on."

I look at him wide eyed, not catching what he means. "Huh? 'Get on' what?"

He looks to his lap and I blush six different shades of red. My eyes practically fall out their sockets. He laughs under his breath.

"My lap Bella. We'll work on  that  later." He explains his eyes dancing with amusement when I flush brighter. His free hand wraps around my waist dragging me along him until I'm thrown on his thighs.

"Edward! Are you crazy? We're gonna crash!" I'm yelling at him but he appears completely unfazed.

Leaning back in his seat, his breath blowing warm against my neck making my hairs stand on end. I can feel every inch of his toned body stretched against mine. It's highly intoxicating and I have no idea how he expects us to get out of this alive.

"Just relax Piccola (baby)." He whispers quiet against my ear.

His hands slide mine against the smooth wheel of the very powerful machine we're in. His arms are a steel cage of firm toned delicious muscle on either side of me as they rest on mine at the wheel. Under my ass and along my leg I feel the tough hard muscle of his thigh move as he presses down against the clutch. My heart is pumping blood wildly and I want to moan so badly but I bite down on my lip and stare at the road as we speed through it. My breathing catches when he pulls me tighter against him so that he can maneuver my hand down to the gear shift. He locks his fingers around mine and exerts just the right amount of force so that I can smoothly feel the car shift into fourth. If anything, it feels infinitely more powerful under me now. His breath at my neck, his gaze burning, his body guiding mine, it's erotic. I can feel my eyes dilate, wetness pooling between my legs, my head rolls back onto his shoulder, my gaze locked on the road. My breaths come in gasps and I automatically tighten my grip against the wheel, his hands stay light on mine allowing me to do as I please.

His breathing is heavy but controlled against me. I can feel him watch my every move, his emerald stormy orbs scorching my skin, making me break into a hot smoldering sweat. He licks his lips and I feel his pointed tongue graze the overly sensitive skin of my neck, lapping up a bead as it trails down in a cold line. I shiver and squirm against him involuntarily and his knuckles turn white against the wheel taking control of it while I slip.

He chuckles, his breath dancing against the wet skin making me moan. "Hold on baby." He instructs in a hoarse whisper. "You got it. Look ahead."

My eyes follow through with the command, I grab the wheel tighter and I feel him press down on the accelerator beneath me and we fly across the road just as the light goes red. The car lifts off the ground, jolting us as it touches down again, rocketing ahead with immaculate ease.

I squeal crazily in his lap, smiling and laughing my head off, it feels so thrilling! Exhilarating! I wonder what sex feels like because people like having it so much it's probably the same right? I feel him grin against my neck, breathing in deep. I feel the wetness in my underwear again. I wonder if he feels what I feel, not the wetness, the  want  that's coursing through me. He feeds of everything I do. Then slowly start to understand that I've maybe, just maybe, that I've got it wrong… It's him… It's like he wants me to feel what he feels...

"You like driving," I pant. It's a statement not a question because I don't know how to deal with what I’ve just realized about us. It thrills me and scares me at the same time. He feels the same, he just wanted me to recognize it as well.

"Baby I like a lotta things," he responds, pushing me against his body harder with a hand flat on my abdomen and spinning the wheel under the open palm of his other one.

I slide against him as we make a sharp right, his hand back on the gear shift from my waist. We cut across the road, tires squealing and he chuckles when I laugh cause I'm thoroughly ecstatic when he places my hands back on the wheel once we're facing a straight road again. His hands guide mine and I lean back. Growing accustomed to  more  than just the car…

~.~.~D&D~.~.~

Adrenaline is pumping wild through my body when we pull up to Nell' Ombra. With a huge grin on my face I turn back to look at him. He sniggers, amused by my obvious glee induced high.

I JUST DROVE EDWARDS CAR!

ON HIS LAP!

As we jump out I realize the restaurants closed. I look at him confused and he shakes his head, telling me not to ask or not to worry, I'm not sure. It's my hand that reaches for his this time as we round the corner, walking into the area he parked at yesterday. He locks his fingers naturally with mine. I see rows of cars and bikes inside now that it's better lit. There are also people inside. The ones I can see are all dressed similarly.

I notice James, Jasper, Caius and Laurent near the entrance of the underground parking. There's a cloud of smoke around them from whatever they're smoking and Laurent disappears on his bike with a package tucked into his jacket just before we make it to them.

"The fuck— She just touched the Charger?" I hear James laugh boisterously, his attitude intrigued. He morphs his face into exaggerated disbelief before tilting his head and grinning devilishly. He whistles low. "The brother with no strings, and a chick's gunning his ride! Jazz man, I need another hit of the new fucking shit, player I think I just lost my muthafucking mind!"

Jasper takes a long pull and releases the smoke through his nose in two heavy streams. "I see it too, Cacciatore. Shit must've fucking blown my mind," he speaks evenly, matching James tone as he hands him a blunt but his blue eyes continue to stare me down, laughing under his breath when I shield myself from him by partially ducking behind his cousin.

Edward doesn't seem to care about anything. He flips them off casually with the hand not in mine and reaches for a beer from Caius where he squats on the ground fiddling with something mechanical looking.

"My job complete?" he asks in a deep voice after swallowing deep.

Again I'm transfixed with his Adams-apple. His entire presence is commanding when he looks at them, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. The hair at the back of my neck stands on edge as I look up at him from my hiding place.

"We're  through." James answers, leaning against the wall one foot braced against it, he gestures to the three of them. "All up to Emmett and Laurent now."

Edward nods satisfied with that answer. "Good. We're fucking on tomorrow. I want no fuck ups."

The others nod in understanding. He slips his hand around to draw me forward. "C'mon."

"Hi Bella." Jasper calls as I pass, his head lazily lolling back and craning against the wall to follow us.

James shakes his head, chuckling at his antics but does the same thing when I pass him. Sobering his expression, a feigned straight-face, but with mirth heavy in his dangerous equally blue eyes. "Hi Bella."

It's intentionally menacing with a hidden mixture of teasing. I grab Edward a bit tighter and he chuckles, as do they, even Caius joins.

I wave a salute hello with the back of my hand over my shoulder and continue walking. As we dip further down I see a few more people.

"Open her up!" Edward yells ahead of us and I see Demetri, yeah I think that's his name, swing open the door leading up to Nell' Ombra and step in, followed by a few more people.

"Why's the place closed?" I ask him softly.

He leans his head down to mine, "We're not opening till late tonight."

"Why?"

Still leading us forward he grins and answers, "Today's an off day. We'll close shop till I take care of some shit."

"Be more vague please." I look at him scrutinizing and he grins.

"There's a job. A big one.  My  kind of job," he places emphasis on the word. "Most of the prep is done. Two of my guys just need to smooth over a couple of details and ‘til they get back Nell' Ombra's the safe house. Shit's gonna get real either tomorrow or the day after." He looks at me noting my reaction. "That's all I can say for right now 'kay?"

I've got a practiced blank face and mute nod for occasions such as these. I've used it on the Wolves too many times for me not to have perfected it.

He squeezes my hand as we walk up the stairs. "Good girl. No work tonight. It's all fun."

I take huge breath to calm my nerves at his low tone when he said that. As we step through the door I see the people that walked in before us. Tanya's one of them. Without thinking I turn and my steel, hard gaze collides with Edward's uncaring one.

"She's here with Kate," he speaks into my hair kissing the top as if reading my mind.

Great! Now who the fuck is Kate!

My eyes grow large shocked at my own thoughts. Whoa Bella, claws in girl! I nod at him like its no big deal. He doesn't buy it but he doesn't voice it. Still gripping my hand he walks ahead of me into the establishment pulling me with him. All eyes zero in on us. I keep my eyes on his back as we walk, our bodies close. It's a comforting gesture.

The girl on the sofa next to Tanya is the picture of a trophy girl, kind of like Evil Blondie herself. Scantily dressed, proper make-up and manicured red claws for nails, she's dressed the same as a lot of girls in the area. She's pretty and from the looks of it she's close to Tanya. I find that weird because from the way she eyes me, her plucked arched brows rising to her hairline, I can tell they're both after the same thing. Most of the females are in fact. From the way she watches me it's clear she's heard of me. And it's not hard to tell she wants what I'm currently holding onto… Edward. I can see it clear as day in the way her eyes dart to him and her head tilts to the side. She raises her glass to her red Maybelline glossed lips and darts her eyes away bitterly at what's going on before her dark blue orbs, she downs the entire contents in a gulp and then glares at me.

So that's Kate then.

What I wouldn't give to scratch her eyes out. And I will,  gladly, if the opportunity ever presents itself! I wasn't affiliated with the Grey Wolves all my damn life and friggin helpless. I knew how to throw down when push came to shove. A girl I could definitely take. Especially that one!

Music's blasting, drinks are moving across the place, there's a guy perched at a table he's covered in piercings and leather, tattooing something on Jaspers arm, while in almost every other corner are guys rolling or smoking insane amounts of weed or doing some other shit. The place is insane.

Edward continues walking, dragging me to his office and shutting the door loudly behind us. I'd laugh if I had a moment to breathe because the in the blink of an eye he slams me against the door. His mouth is hot and hungry against mine before I can scream. Unyielding and burning with passion. I moan into his kiss and he growls pulling me hard against him. I can feel his rock hard dick straining against his jeans under his baggy t-shirt. He growls at me snapping his teeth at my lips.

"You fuck up my control you know that." He hisses into my mouth almost angrily.

I feel an inferno burn between my legs, it's uncomfortable and I need more. More of him. I love that he's like this. For some foreign reason after seeing the way Kate, Tanya and a few of the other women look at him I  needed  him like this. I'm self admittedly jealous and I simply freaking love that Tanya and fucking Kate are on the  other  side of this door locked out from our world.

I wrap my arms around his neck and lift to my tip toes so I can lick his pink moist lips. He hisses in warning and I laugh huskily against his jaw. He knows he does the same thing to me. "So you have control issues and now it's my fault?" I drawl my tease.

He lifts his head back and laughs low, his hands slide to my ass grabbing the flesh and hoisting me up against him. Telling me loud and clear my jab about his controlling nature did not go unnoticed. "Baby, you've got no idea." He squeezes my ass possessively.

I lean my forehead against his, enjoying being with him like this. His walls so close to being completely down and the cougars of Forkseria along with the untamable bitches they keep in the company of, all safely behind the two-way mirror wall of his office ensuring their claws can't reach him.

Oh God! Seriously Bella? What's going on with me?

"What you thinking so hard about?" he asks casually his voice raspy and his gaze still hungry.

I can feel my face heat. "Nothing." I say innocently.

"Right." He scoffs with a grin.

I feel a buzzing against my thigh, he shuts his eyes in annoyance but lowers me to my feet. I watch as he gets out his cell and answers it without looking at the screen yet again.

"Go," he speaks into the receiver. "The fuck—," he raises his voice after the other person speaks.

Christ, is he always so rough?

I drink in every detail about him as he walks towards his desk. Leaning over he grabs a fistful of files, spreading them unceremoniously on the top. Clad head to toe in black with his gold dog-tags hanging half out around his neckline from our heated make out, he looks scandalously striking.

My eyes run along the room, I see the dartboard he and Jasper were at the day I ran off and I walk over to it. He told me I have 'free reign' in the restaurant just like Rosalie does but I still don't know if I can ever use that privilege. I turn back and find his piercing eyes on me. Something flickers in them when I walk back without touching the board. I can't understand the intensity of his gaze but he's still on the call so it's not like we're going to get into it or anything.

He sits on the huge comfy looking rotating black leather chair at his desk. His frame tense, as he searches through files. "If he's there then there's something he's muthafucking moving towards. Find out what!" he barks into the receiver, his face is deadly, he looks exactly like he did the night he fought the Wolves. He growls into the phone again. His jaw clenched and his vein ticking away in his temple. His hair falls into his eyes as he searches through document after document. "King knows muthafucking everything," he sneers it with almost pride. Dark and cunning he goes on, "If he let her go then chances are he recognized my girl," he says absentmindedly, holding a file between his clenched sharp white teeth and using his hands to flip through another. Finding what he wants he drops them along side each other on the desk. "He wanted word to get back to me that he's in there."

My ears perk up at this. My heart flutters at his words but my mind is attuned with gang business. He knows the guy in the forest. King, the name rings a bell but I can't for the life of me recall from where I've heard it before. Then it clicks I heard it in the conversation with him and Emmett.

"Then find out." he snaps, his hand in a tight fist atop the table. He stares at something there. Working a puzzle in his mind until suddenly it's solved. He grins down at the second file. "He's coming back." He lifts up the file staring at it like its gold, a devilish glint in his eyes. "Forget it," he dismisses whoever's on the line. "Get back." He orders calmly. "Call Emmett in too. Shit goes down tomorrow."

The phone snaps shut and when he looks up it's like he forgot I was there at all.

My face is an open book. I've got more questions for him than I'm sure he wants to answer. He chuckles loudly at the expression I'm wearing and leans back in his chair. Lounging he laces his fingers against the back of his head and tilts it as he looks at me. He's baiting me. He wants to see if I'll voice them.

I won't. I  can't. I'm hit with a sudden revelation.

"I'm dating a gangster."

He seems thoroughly amused at the words that slip out of my mouth because we both know I didn't mean to actually say it out loud. I know gangs. But never and I mean  never, had I ever thought I'd find myself in this position with a member of one, let alone the leader of a rival one!

"Really, what's his name?" he quips. My mouth snaps shut and I gawk at him with a scowl. He snickers, a huge grin on his face. "C'mon I need you to keep something."

I watch him curiously as he reaches back into the drawer and retrieves a blade, it looks different to the one I have.

"You know how to use it right?" he asks, I nod so he goes on, "This one’s easier to maneuver." He flicks his wrist and the sharp blade flicks out. It catches and sparks in a star shape as he spins it in the beam of light coming in through the two-way mirror from the restaurant. "And see here," he runs his finger along the spine, I nod with interest, "it's jagged. When you stab, it'll rip and haul flesh as you pull out. Causes more damage. Ridiculously painful." He flicks it close and holds it out to me. "No one will have the balls to pull it out their own body. Buys more time." He completes darting his eyes to me from under his lashes to see if I understand what he's explained so far.

"Who's King? And aren't we moving fast?" I deadpan looking at the blade as I take it from him.

He grins impressed when I flick it out then back in one fairly quick movement. Probably shouldn't mention where I learnt that from.

He smirks laughing with his eyes. "Royce King. He's not someone you should be worried ‘bout 'kay. Forget everything about that, unless you're with me." It's not a question. I'm surprised he answers me at all let alone honestly. Then he beats me at my game with the second bit as well. "Bella, technically we've been 'dating' for almost a week now, Cappuccinetto," he says smugly, his stance still remaining nonchalant.

"That!" I yell surprising myself at how passionate I sound.

He looks startled and thoroughly amused when I throw back my head and point my finger at him like a crazy woman. Bet he regrets giving me that knife now huh?

"That  right there!” I say with fervor, “What does it mean?"

He watches me from where he's reclined and laughs, loudly, the sound throaty and deep. A brilliant smile, rarely seen by any soul lighting up his face. Glad my frustration amuses you Cullen but try answering my question. I walk up to him and perch myself on the table top in front of him like I mean business and give him a, 'Well?', look. Leaning back further in his chair relaxed, he sniggers but humors me anyway. I'm grateful.

What else can I do to scare Edward Cullen? Nothing? Exactly.

Moving forward leaning between my now spread legs, his hands run up my thighs possessively until they settle over my shorts on my ass. It's sexy but the second I meet his gaze it feels more like, intimate. "It  means  little cappuccino."

That wasn't nearly as dirty as I thought it would be. I'm sure my face scrunches up. "Like the drink?"

He licks his lips his eyes turn darker I feel undressed under his gaze as it runs up me quickly from my bare thighs, to my torso, up my covered breasts that lie at his eye level right before his head, all the way to my face like he's seeing the whole world right there. " Definitely  like the drink," he says.

I blush and he chuckles letting me know he's teasing. Satisfied with my reaction he leans forward his nose pushing against the cotton of my shirt and burying his face between my breasts. He tilts his head to the side and bites down on the underside of the left one, I feel immediate wetness between my legs. He nibbles and pulls and my thighs automatically close around him, latching to his chest and holding him there. His large hands tighten instinctively on my ass as a result. He growls into my chest, biting down harder making sure to leave a mark that I'm sure will match the other one. I'm  painfully  filled with lust… It's unfamiliar and I don't know how to handle it.

He pulls away and brings up one hand, brushing his fingers over my face, moving some loose strands behind my ear. Looking into my darkened eyes and not realizing that the way he looks at me makes me feel him  so  much more than his burning touch does. There's a wet rim of his teeth marks on my t-shirt turning the grey to black and it makes him smirk.

"Vampire tendencies?" I tease, forcing myself not to look away.

He raises a challenging brow. Mischief burning in his naturally menacing eyes. His voice drops down to a huskily low level. "Yeah,"

As he speaks his hands descend torturously slow down my thighs making sure I'm super aware of the movement. His eyes never leaving mine. They move back upwards but drag under my shorts this time.

"I want to eat you alive," he watches me gasp with utmost interest, his eyes dark and intense, drinking in my every reaction to his touch, his words, his voice, his  being. I moan low, a blush forming as it happens. "Suck you dry."

I drop my gaze and bite my lips hard together to keep quiet as his hands reach my panties. He presses down on the flesh of my thighs moving my weight up with no effort at all. His arms are strong and flexed beneath me. His large rough piano fingered hands dipping into the fabric. The movement so fluid I picture myself being his favorite instrument. Gaze locked on mine he continues his journey, dragging his hands against the bare skin of my ass, hands clutching the flesh, inner wrists sliding just barely away from my front lips, arms thick under my thighs, it torture. It's by far the most intimately anyone's ever touched me. His hands grab my ass firmly jerking my body forward, closer to him and making my moan sing out loud for his ears when my soaked neglected front slams against his rock hard chest.

"Fuck. You. Senseless." he hisses.

My eyes rapidly dilate. A wanton need possessing me with such ferocity it shakes me to the very core of my soul. He leans back giving me room, predicting my movements! I fling myself off the table. His hands still in their place at my ass sustain my movements. He grabs me hard against him, making sure I slide slowly down his chest, teasing me with the friction it provides against my throbbing lady bits as they graze each and every one of the rippling abs on his glorious body until I'm settled in his lap. Legs wide open, thighs clutching at his sides like his body's my life source. His lips crash against mine, brutal and devouring. Our heads dipping this way and that, not being able to get close enough.

His tongue flicks out telling me to open my mouth wider. I listen. His head tilts and his tongue delves into my mouth in a way it never has before. It's deeper and more sensual. Wrapping against mine and pulling it into his mouth. He's so good at this. My body taps into its latent instincts and moves against him. Desperate to be closer to him. Grinding into him, he cups my ass tightly, biting and scraping his teeth along my tongue as he guides my body lower.

I don't know what's making me do this but I can't for the life of me think to stop it. I can't think at all! He draws me closer, pressing me to him, knowing exactly what I want. I can feel him hard and straining against his jeans. He growls when I grind right into him now. It feels like I've been struck by lightning when my overly sensitized wet flesh hidden beneath my drenched panties and shorts feels the friction he's providing.

"Oh. My. God." I whisper breathily against his lips.

I feel him smirk, kissing me again, hard but slower. Pulling my lips and sucking on them, bruising it before rolling me into his dick harder when I mewl into his mouth. He knows my body better than I do. His breathes are as heavy as mine between kisses. His tongue snaking back into my mouth every chance it can get.

"Relax your legs." He commands his voice husky.

My head stays attached to his, too lost in the kiss to comprehend what he's saying. He kisses me back and I feel my heart swell to twice its size because I know again he does it just to let me have my way. Because I can't help myself, he takes the lead for me.

His one hand lifts me lightly off him bunching the flesh of my ass between his fingers. I whine at the loss of contact when I can't feel his cock strained jeans between my legs causing him to chuckle into my mouth. Scraping his teeth across my tongue again. I don't have time to feel embarrassed at my whimper because as his teeth reaches the tip of my tongue, his other hands pulls forward. I scream into his mouth as the pads of his fingers rub and drag across the bare wet flesh of my lower lips. Telling me in advance what he intends on doing, his eyes never leave my face the entire time. I feel myself get impossibly wetter.

I freeze and grab tightly onto his shoulder as he slips his middle finger between the flesh, the first contact anyone has ever made there. I moan loudly, unable to stop the sound from escaping my throat.

His finger moves slowly in teasing circles, coating it in my dampness and I find myself shuddering nonstop on him. The sensations too much for me. He watches me closely. Like he can't tear his eyes away.

"This is mine Bella," he says, his finger pressing lightly against my clit. He speaks like he's trying to explain something very important but basic to me. But more than anything I know he's talking so that he can put me at ease with his voice, this is new to me, he knows it. It's working, I'm calming down enough to enjoy what he's doing.

"Your body," he continues in the same way. Eyes dark and voice low and husky. He presses his other fingers lightly into my lips spreading them so his middle one can slide up and down the wet inside, toying with the swollen nub that sticks out now in long strokes.

"Your soul," he drags the finger harder getting me accustomed to the new movement before he speaks again, "you." He says it almost angrily the same time as he finally slides his long finger deep into my drenched core.

I scream. Loud. Shutting my eyes, my hands hold him tighter bunching his shirt up in my fists my nails digging into my palms through the fabric, completely overwhelmed by everything I feel.

"Fuck— ” he hisses quietly. “Do you know how wet you are? How fucking warm—" he roars low, pushing his finger inside me deeper up to his hard knuckle, rubbing the other three against my clit, unable to finish the sentence, as his face contorts in pleasure. Pleasure in everything he feels, pleasure from everything he does. "How good this feels," he pulls out torturously slow watching me pant. He licks his lips and slams his fingers back inside my wet sex, twisting his wrist again. "No one will ever fucking touch you but me, got it."

It doesn't sound like a question but I find myself nodding anyway, completely lost to the sensation. His finger slams into my dripping core harder and faster his thumb working my clit at ridiculous speeds. Dipping in far enough to almost hurt before sliding out and then he adds a second finger.

I feel myself stretch deliciously around him. Hands braced on his shoulders to steady myself, my body reacts to his touch and grinds into his hand. It feels so good, so overwhelming, I could sob.

His eyes are clouded in a dark lustful haze as he watches me. My thighs clench around him and my body completely takes over. Sliding up and down his two long, gloriously talented fingers as he curls them inside me like he's petting my core for being so good. Like he owns it!

I can feel my eyes water staring at him as my body slams down against his fingers in time with his movements. A coil spinning in the pit of my stomach, tighter and tighter as my ass  effectively rubs against his thick hard groin with every slide down his fingers I make against his abs. His veins protrude, his jaw is set tightly and his eyes are almost completely dilated telling me he's enjoying this probably more than I am. I find that  so  hard to believe because this is the height of heaven for me!

As the pleasure starts to become too much my head flies forward covering him in kisses. He leans back in his chair letting me do whatever I want.  Reveling in it!  His neck is exposed to me and I trail kisses down the side. He hisses, his fingers never stop penetrating me fast and hard, curling in me possessively. I bite down on where his neck and shoulder meet.

He chuckles as if he knows the only lucid thought I've had through the entire lust haze he's induced in me is that  I  want to mark  him!

He pushes in deeper and it sends me spiraling out of control. First orgasm ever. I bite even harder as I cum around his fingers, screaming and whimpering into the flesh between my teeth. The world seems to fade out. Black spots flash before my eyes, my body shudders violently.

He hisses in ecstasy, in my peripheral vision I see his Adams-apple bob as he swallows. I pull back when I taste a hint of blood, his neck wound from his fight reopened and a beautiful shade of red that only gets darker as the bite mark forms and stains his skin. He keeps pumping his fingers in and out of me until I'm panting and shaking wildly against his body, completely spent.

Leaning against him I feel a million different emotions coarse through me all of them euphoric. I tip my head back to sneak a look at him and feel myself sway. His eyes are almost pitch black with lust as he watches me grab his shoulders for support because I'm shaking so bad.

"You're muthafucking gorgeous you know that?"

I blush, his voice is husky but dead serious his eyes burning with fire as he speaks. He slips his fingers out of me slowly. I whimper at the loss, he smirks crookedly at me. My brazen gaze follows his glistening fingers as they lift to his mouth, his bruised blood filled lips wrapping around them and licking them off swiftly, easily, as if it's the most natural thing in the world before pulling them out. I blush, I can't describe what he does to my mind. "Cappuccinetto," he rocks us both on the chair, slipping a red hoodie I'm sure belongs to him over my head and down my body as he waits for me to calm down.

My breathing is still all over the place. I slowly come back down from my high. As I become more lucid I want to hide my burning face from his gaze, realizing what we just did. He smirks in amusement, his gaze coloring my cheeks all the way to my chest a brilliant red rivaling the shade of the hoodie as I slide off his lap on shaky legs and walk around to sit on the other side of the table. There's a sated feeling in my core, it feels marvelous. The hoodie is so big it covers me to mid-thigh and I have to fold it so that it doesn't look like I've got nothing on beneath it.

He lets me walk away knowing that I'm not going far. The thought alone makes me smile. Perching myself on the desk I look out the restaurant, free of patrons but still buzzing with activity. There's so much smoke in some corners that it looks like a smoke screen. I laugh under my breath at the thought.

Jasper's at the far end where he sat with James and Caius yesterday, his tattoo is being taped up and he's smoking something too, large puffs of smoke forming a lazy huge cloud around him. James and Caius are walking towards said table, a fistful of beers clutched between their fingers. Caius hands one to Jasper, and Demetri walks over passing them a pipe, he snatches one of the beers too and collapses unceremoniously in a chair at the next table.

"God, just how much do you guys smoke?" I ask turning back to Edward with a smirk.

He grins and slips the files off his table, dumping them into the drawer. "A lot. What about you?"

It's a loaded question, I smile sweetly at his raised, challenging brow, and shake my head. "Me? I deal, I don't smoke." I deadpan.

A gust of dark laughter erupts from his chest. "Fuck— You're a piece of work."

I turn back to the restaurant when his gaze shifts to it. Emmett and Laurent are back walking towards the group at the end and Edward is watching a brown bag Muscleman's holding with great interest.

My gaze drifts to the other end. I see Kate, staring hard at the door of the office willing it with her mind to open. I feel a spark go off.

"Who is she?"

~.~.~D&D chap9 cont~.~.~