As Edward pulled into the club, he felt strangely uncomfortable. He had come out tonight on the prowl to find one of his usual pickups he had an itch that needed scratching. When he walked into the club, he noticed it was extremely crowded. Strutting over to the bar, he motioned to the bartender and ordered his normal drink. When it arrived he took a long drink before eyeing the beauties that were in the room. He saw several women that he had fucked before and was about to motion to one of them when he saw her. She was dancing with a group of girls when he became hypnotized by the sway of her hips and the smile on her face. Her face was that of an angel and her body was made for sin. Fuck, he had to have her. Downing the glass of Jameson, he stalked towards her. When he was close, he lightly skimmed his hand down her arm and leaned in to whisper to her ear.
“May I have this dance?” He asked. She turned and he gasped by her beauty. Damn, she was even more gorgeous closeup.
Licking her lips, she nodded yes and stepped closer, allowing him to place his large hands on her tiny waist. Their bodies moved to the beat of the music in an erotic dance. With each song, they became closer and closer, rubbing their bodies against each other. Edward couldn’t stand it any longer. His cock was so hard that it was painful.
“Would you like something to drink?” He asked.
“I would love that,” she murmured as she placed her hand on his chest.
Placing his hand to her back, he directed her to a small table in the corner. Once they were seated, he waved to the waiter to come over. They all knew him and were aware of the tips that he left.
“Mr. Masen, what can I get for you?” Paul asked.
“I’ll have the usual. What would you like?” Edward turned and asked the goddess sitting beside him.
“I’ll have Jameson and ginger, on cold stones if you have them,” she instructed.
“Fuck,” Edward groaned softly and shifted himself to find some relief.
Once the waiter had left for their drinks, Edward took her hand into his. “I really enjoyed dancing with you. I’m Tony,” he said. It wasn’t his real name but the one he was using while going to school. He had just a few more weeks and he would graduate with a degree in business. He didn’t understand why it had been so vital for him to go to college since he knew that one day he would take over the family business. A piece of paper in a frame wouldn’t be needed.
“Oh, a beautiful name for a sexy woman,” he declared as his eyes looked deep into hers.
“Thank you. You must come here a lot,” she said.
“Yeah, however, I have never seen you here before.”
“I don’t go out much. I’ve been too busy with school.”
“Oh, where do you go?” Edward asked.
“Northeastern,” Bella replied.
“Well, that answers why I hadn’t seen you on campus. I go to Boston College,” Edward explained.
“What are you studying?” Bella questioned.
“Business and you?”
“History. Yeah, I know,” she grimaced. “What kind of job will I find with that kind of degree my father keeps saying.”
“There are lots of things you can do with it,” Edward countered.
At that point, Paul returned with their drinks, placing them on the table. He stared a little longer at the beauty beside Mr. Masen. Fuck, she was hot and images of him fucking her against the wall bombarded his thoughts.
Bella looked up to say thank you but was shocked by the blatant stare that the waiter was giving her. He was undressing her with his eyes and it made her very uneasy. Unconsciously she gripped Edward’s hand.
Edward was shocked by her hand, then he looked at her face and saw a look of fright on it. Following her eyes, he glanced up to see what was scaring her and found it immediately. Paul was looking at her like she was a fucking juicy steak. In a flash, he was on his feet with his hand around Paul’s neck, squeezing the life out of him.
“You will not look at her that way,” Edward growled in a menacing tone. The fucker had no idea what he was capable of. He could kill him with a flick of a wrist and his heart rate wouldn’t even rise one beat. Paul’s face was turning red and he was fighting to get free.
“Tony, please,” Bella pleaded.
The red haze that was clouding his vision began to fade at the sound of her pleading voice. Clamping his hand firmer around Paul’s neck, he squeezed then threw him onto the floor. Edward then turned to find Bella beside him, tears flowing down her delicate face. She was afraid of him and he couldn’t allow that to happen. Wrapping his arm around her shoulder, he pulled her close.
“I won’t hurt you,” he promised.
“I know,” she whimpered as her body shook.
“Can we get out of here?” Edward asked.
Bella looked up at him and saw the look of concern and compassion. “Let me tell my friends.”
They began looking around the club, but it was packed. After a few minutes, Bella decided to send them a text. Once she had, Edward took her hand and helped her through the crowd. Getting outside, it was a cool April evening and Bella was in a sleeveless dress. Taking off his jacket, Edward wrapped it around her shoulders.
Bella had been a little unsure about leaving with him, though that melted away when he wrapped his coat around. Without a word, he was looking out for her needs above his own. A few seconds later, they were standing outside of a Jaguar with Edward opening the passenger door and helping her in. Before closing the door, he reached up and brushed his hand across her cheek.
“So fucking beautiful,” he whispered as his eyes locked onto her lips.
Her heart began to race, wanting to know what his lips felt like. Licking hers she leaned towards him and placed her lips onto his. At first, he was frozen and she thought she had made a mistake. As she began to pull away, he slanted his mouth over hers and began to ravage her lips. He demanded entrance to her mouth and when she opened it, his tongue thrust inside and began to move with hers. The kiss was hot, demanding, and fucking erotic.
Edward couldn’t believe how fucking wonderful it was kissing this woman. A little shy at first, but she soon was meeting his passion. Damn, she was perfect and he hoped that he would find out that she was just as passionate in bed. When his lungs were about to explode, he pulled away. Gasping for breath, he leaned his forehead to hers. “I would love to continue this when we get to my apartment.”
“So would I,” she said with a sexy smile.
Edward stoodt up, closed the door, and went to the driver’s side. Just before opening his door, he glanced back at the black SUV that was parked two vehicles back. The vehicle contained his guard. It was the stipulation when Edward decided to go to college in Boston instead of New York. He understood why because there were a lot of people out there who would love nothing more than to see him dead; after all, he was Carlisle Cullen’s son. Carlisle Cullen was the mafia boss of New York and New Jersey.
Giving them a nod, he opened the door and got in behind the wheel. Revving up the engine, he let out the clutch and shot out down the street. God, he loved this car and the speed. His father had paid off the cops, so he never had to worry about getting pulled over.
Bella knew she was going to die at any moment. The man was driving so fast that the street signs were all a blur. One point she glanced over to the speedometer and it was ninety-six mph. They were going over ninety on a busy street. Saying a silent prayer, she grabbed hold of the leather seat with a death grip on the oh-shit handle over the window.
Edward looked over and saw that all the color had left her face. Placing his hand on her leg, he squeezed it. “I have never had an accident.”
“Well, maybe once. Mom made me go the speed limit,” he laughed.
Bella reached over and slapped his arm. “Asshole.”
God, this was refreshing. No one even talked to him this way, other than his father and mother. This slip of a woman had more balls than most of the men he knew. A few minutes later, he was pulling into the underground parking garage at his apartment building. Once he was parked in one of his assigned spaces, he reached over and brought her hand up to his lips. Placing a warm sweet kiss on the back, while looking deeply into her eyes. “I’m sorry I scared you.”
How could she be mad at him when he looked at her that way? “Don’t do it again,” she growled.
Edward chuckled at her growl. It sounded like a mother cat protecting her babies. “Stay right there.” He got out of the car and went to the passenger side. Opening the door, he offered his hand and smiled when she placed her hand in his. Why was it that it seemed to fit so perfectly in his? Once she was out, he didn’t release her hand, as he directed her to the elevator. Getting in, he pushed the P on the pad and put the key in the lock.
“The penthouse?” Bella quizzed.
“Yeah. I am not going to lie, my family has money,” Edward divulged. His family didn’t have a little money; they had a shit load of it.
“Oh,” Bella squeaked. Her family wasn’t wealthy. Her father, Charlie, was the pastor at the Abundant Life Apostolic Church and her mother didn’t work. She wouldn’t have been able to go to Northeastern if it hadn’t been for the fact that she had received a full-ride scholarship. Charlie was extremely upset when she informed him that she was going all the way to Boston to college. Charlie wanted her to marry his friend’s son and start having babies. In the end, she went against his wishes and left for school, never returning home in the years she had been attending. She had received a few calls from her mother, but nothing from her father. God, if her father knew that she was going back to an apartment with a man, he would have a fit making her come before him in the church to exorcise the demons from her body. She had dated very little and hadn’t done anything other than a little petting. It wasn’t as if she had saved herself for her husband like her father had instructed her to do since she was a little girl. It was just that she hadn’t found someone who made her want to go further, until tonight. “My family isn’t rich.”
Edward was about to answer her, but they had arrived at his apartment. They walked into the foyer and he turned on the lights.
Bella gasped at the opulence of the apartment. She knew it was expensive when she saw it and there was nothing in the room that wasn’t top of the line. Being blessed by two wonderful roommates in college, who had basically adopted her into their families. Rosalie Hale was the daughter of Robert Hale who had made his billions in the stock market, while Alice Braddon was the daughter of world-renown fashion designer Nicole Braddon. They had made sure that during any breaks or weekends that Bella was always invited to their homes in New York. Bella thought of them as sisters, not just roommates. After graduation, they were going to move into the high rise apartment that Rose’s father had purchased for them.
He could see she was a bit overwhelmed and for some reason he wanted her to feel comfortable. “Would you like something to drink?”
“Please,” she whispered.
He took his jacket from her shoulders and motioned for her to go into the room. Going over to the bar, he fixed two tumblers of Jameson with ginger. When he turned he saw that Bella was now standing at one of the windows that overlooked the city. Coming up beside her, he handed the drink. He saw her hand shake as she took it from him. Taking a drink, he then began to caress her bare arm with his finger. Her arm broke out into goosebumps. “Are you cold?” He asked softly.
“No,” she answered, then took a drink.
“Bella,” Edward murmured. “I don’t give a fuck if you come from money. When I saw you across the club tonight, I won’t lie and say I didn’t think you were beautiful, but there was something else that pulled me to you.”
She smiled up at him, placing her glass on the table beside the window. Reaching up she wove her fingers around his neck and pulled him down towards her. “I felt the same pull.”
Edward set down his glass before placing a kiss on her lips. His tongue slid out and nudged its way between her lips. Once it was inside it began to mate with hers. God, she tasted divine. His hand cupped her ass and he pulled her close to his hard cock. He needed to be inside of her. Once he had pulled away from the kiss, he moaned. “I want you.”
“Take me,” Bella whimpered as every nerve in her body was alive.
Cupping her ass, he began nuzzling and kissing her neck as he walked them to his bedroom. Once they were inside, he lowered her back to the floor but continued his kisses to every inch of skin that was not covered. They fought to get their clothes off and when they were both naked they fell into bed. Edward leaned back and took in the sight before him. She was perfect. Wanting to taste her, he leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth and began to suckle, while he rubbed and pinched the other.
“Oh, God,” Bella moaned arching her back to get closer to him.
Edward smiled at her moans and the way her body was squirming underneath him. She was responsive to his touch. Pulling from her taut nipple, he began kissing down her breast bone, to her stomach, and then to the soft mound covered by well-manicured curls. He preferred this more than a wax bare mound that many women had. He smiled as he saw the glistening juices on her folds. Flattening his tongue he took one long lick, which caused her to buck off the bed. Looking up at her, he grinned. “You taste so fucking good.”
“Tony, please,” Bella cried. She had had orgasms, though they were with the battery-operated devices that Rose and Alice had gotten her. This was totally different.
He went back to licking, sucking, and nibbling her clit because he could tell that she was very sensitive at that spot. She spread her legs wider apart and her hands were in his hair, pulling it. Her moans began to get louder and louder. He thrust his tongue into her pussy and when he did so, the walls clamped down again and again.
Bella cried out as the orgasm overtook her. Her entire body tingled. Never had she come as hard. Her mind was on overload, though somewhere in the background it was screaming for her to tell him that she was a virgin, however, she couldn’t form the words.
Edward had to be inside her. He moved up, lined his cock at the opening and rammed inside. As soon as he did, he stilled. She was, no, had been a virgin. “Why?” He asked.
With tears rolling down her cheeks, she gave him a smile. “It is fine. You didn’t do anything that I didn’t want.”
“But,” he began again.
Bella placed her hand on the side of his face. It had felt like he was ripping her in half, but now the pressure was building once again and she needed him to move. “Make me yours.”
Edward saw the sincerity in her eyes. “Gladly.” He began to pull back and thrust again. This time she cried out in moans of pleasure, giving him what he needed to hear. Driving into her over and over again, until he thought he would come, though he wanted her to come before him. Reaching down between them he began to rub her clit once again. She raised her hips, causing him to go deeper and as soon as he pinched her clit hard, he felt her orgasm begin. He thrust once more and he came hard as her orgasm encompassed him. It was pure heaven.
When they both came down from their highs, he gently pulled away his dick covered with blood. He had never had sex with a virgin, however, the knowledge that he had been the only man to be inside of her tight pussy made him smile. Rolling to his side, he pulled her close. “Bella, that was unbelievable.”
“It was,” she murmured as she ran her hand across his chest, loving the feel of the course hairs there.
“Why me?” He asked.
“You made me feel safe, when you took care of that waiter, then when you gave me your jacket. Instead of thinking of yourself, you thought of me first,” she explained. “As I said, I wanted you and I will always remember my first time being wonderful.”
They laid in each other’s arms and soon they fell asleep. A few hours later Edward was awakened by an uneasy feeling that something terrible was about to happen. Climbing out the bed, he slipped on his underwear and walked over to the window. Tonight there was a super moon glowing in the night sky. There was something ominous about its grandeur. Glancing back to the bed, he smiled at the naked woman who was asleep in it. No one before her had ever shocked him so much.
Suddenly his phone began to ring and he rushed over quickly to get it before it woke Bella. Walking out of the room he answered it, without looking to see who it was.
“Edward,” Esme cried, her voice cracking with emotions.
“Mom, what is wrong?” He asked concerned why his mother was crying.
“Your father has been shot,” she replied. “He is at New York Hospital. Uncle Garrett is doing the surgery. Please come home, I need you.”
“I will be there as soon as I can. Do we know who did this?” Edward asked thinking how quickly he could get there.
“No, but Emmett and Jasper are looking into it.”
“I will leave in a few minutes and I will call you back in an hour,” he explained. “We will get the fucker who did this and make him suffer.”
“I know you will son,” Esme replied.
After hanging up, he rushed back to his bedroom and to his closet. Pulling on the first pair of pants he came to, a white button-down shirt, and jacket. Slipping on a pair of his leather shoes, he then walked back into the room and saw Bella still asleep. Fuck he had forgotten about her. She looked so peaceful. Grabbing the first piece of paper he could find he wrote her a note.
I am sorry not to be here when you woke up, but there has been an emergency at home and I have to go. This night was beyond words and I really want to see you again. I promise to call you.
He leaned down and placed a light kiss on her forehead. Putting the note on the nightstand beside her, he rushed out of the room. In the elevator, Edward called his security team advising them what was going on. He told them that he was driving and for them to get there as soon as they could. Getting behind the wheel, he started it up and put it in gear. It might take the average person four hours to get to New York, but he was way above average.