Malicious Compliance Chapter Four

"Where's your boy toy?" he asked, shoving the door closed behind him. 

"Out of town." Retrieving what looked like a poster board covered in pictures of wedding cakes, Bella set it on the bistro table under the window and spun to face him. 

"Fucking someone else?" Edward moved forward, and Bella moved back.

"Maybe." Her delicate shoulders rose and fell. "Who cares?"

"Don't you?" Running his fingertip down the side of her face, he leaned in to speak in her ear. "Or are you both cheating assholes?"

"We have an understanding, that's all."

He pulled back to swipe his thumb over her lower lip, his grin sardonic. "Let me guess. He buys you pretty things, you hang on his arm? Bend over once a week?"

"Something like that." When he gripped the hair at the back of her neck, it forced her head to tilt until she met his gaze. "But he doesn't care who I see when he's gone."

"And it's me you'd like to see, huh?"

"Naked, preferably." She smirked. 

"You first."

Yanking on her shirt, he pulled it off and threw it to the floor. As though he couldn't help himself, he molded his hands to her lace covered breasts. He really wished he could restrain himself, but that ship had sailed after their reunion. 

"That all you got?" she taunted.

Narrowing his eyes, he tugged the center band of her bra until it brought her forward, the whole thing straining under his grip. "You want me to rip it?"

"I sure wish you would."

Her breathy tone was enough for him. The lace tore in his hands as he exposed her tits to his gaze. Rolling her nipples in between his long fingers, he stared down at her as she moaned and arched her spine. Unhooking the back, he let the bra hit the floor. The skirt was next—still a miserable excuse for clothing. When she stood bare in front of him, he reached down to cup her pussy, delving inside until she rose on her toes. Clutching his shoulders, she shivered when he pushed in deeper. 

The sloppy sound of her pretty little cunt was driving him wild. "Dripping already?" 

She let out a soft cry. "Maybe it's your cum slipping out."

Withdrawing his fingers, he thrust them in her mouth and watched her pupils dilate. "Tell me, princess, do you like the way we taste?"

Eyes watering, she nodded as he made her gag on his fingers. 

"Get on the bed."

Bella complied, climbing up on all fours and showcasing a delicious view of her round ass. Edward could see how wet she was from there, and kneaded the pale globes of her cheeks. She wiggled her hips, and he spanked her.

"You don't get to say when I touch you."

Whimpering, Bella said, "But I need you."

"Tough." He dragged his thumb along her slit. "You've been bad, and bad girls don't get to make the rules."

Considering his options, Edward toed off his boots, palming the hard length his cock had grown into. Bella panted on the bed, her muscles twitching and her pussy leaking. Slowly, Edward took his rings off, making certain they clunked one by one on the table beside him. Only after she was a quivering mess did he kneel behind her. 

With a face full of her, he took his time. Alternating between licking and sucking, he brought her to the edge before backing off. Adding his fingers one at a time, he found the spot that made her scream and used it to his advantage. But just before she fell off the edge, he stopped. 

"My god, just fuck me already."

"Why should I?" Sitting back on his heels, he gazed at her heated skin. 

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Bella fell forward, rolling on her side to look at him. He was a devious bastard, that was for certain. Her core ached, and her muscles were spent. 

"Because you want to."

At least, she hoped he did. If he planned on playing with her all day, she might just die of need. 

"Oh, but I want to torture you more than I want to fuck you."

Why did he have to be so damn gorgeous? Why was he witty as well as hot? If he wasn't the sexiest fucker she'd ever known, then maybe she could get over him. 

Maybe knowing she'd already lost to him was half the battle. Slipping to the floor, she straddled him. 

"I'm gonna mark your jeans so you won't be able to forget me." 

With those words, she undulated her hips to drag her pussy over his legs. Wasting no time, she shoved at his shirt until it landed somewhere behind him.

Bella couldn't help licking her lips at the sight of chest. He still kept it in check, rigid muscles stretching over his abdomen. There were new tattoos, and she mourned the idea of not being present when that needle pierced his skin. Pushing at him, she began running her mouth over his skin. Once he was on his back, she lowered over him and pressed her mouth to his. 

Edward Cullen was a fucking awesome kisser. 

Gripping her jaw with one hand, he pressed his thumb to her throat until she mewled like a kitten. His tongue was in her mouth, exploring every crevice. With enough pressure from his thumb, she was forced to break the kiss, but he made up for it by biting along her throat. 

She was certain she was gushing all over his pants. Riding his denim covered cock, she was almost on the brink of an orgasm. 

As if he knew, he rolled her to her back. Thumping her head on the hardwood, she glared at him. "Please, just fuck me like you hate me."

"I already told you I do."

It was difficult to accept, but not that hard to believe. "I wasn't always horrible to you."

"Only about eighty percent of the time," he said dryly.

"Despite what it looks like, I'm not that girl anymore."

"I don't care."

She dropped her voice. "There's never going to be a forgive and forget, is there?"

Instead of answering, he sucked a nipple into his mouth and bit down. In the next second, she felt him knuckle deep, curling his fingers and hurtling her toward the edge. 

Bella tunneled her hands in his hair as she cried out. "Yes!"

Her eyes watered as she grew closer. Her hips rocked, her head thrashing on the ground. His hot mouth engulfed her breasts, marking her, claiming her. 

"Oh, god, oh, fuck!"

Only seconds away from a mind-numbing orgasm, she protested loudly when he pulled back. His fingers were in her mouth again, and she tasted herself as she gagged on them. 

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Edward was having too much fun to give in so easily. Clearly pissed, Bella pushed at him until she was on top of him again. He only chuckled. 

"Just pull out your cock and ram it down my throat, Edward. Pin me to the floor, use me, fill me up."

She knew what those words would do to him, of course. But he was more stubborn than that. Nudging her to the side and unfastening his jeans, he pushed them down his hips very slowly and watched her bite her lip. 

"This cock?"

Nodding, she glanced between his face and his waistband. 

"You don't deserve it."

"Give it to me anyway. Make me choke on it."

He groaned, having to grip his dick in his fist before he embarrassed himself. Why did the perfect woman have to be such a bitch? 

Standing, he picked her up and carried her to the bed. His cock was trapped between them, and he kept it that way when he laid on top of her. He kissed her throat, her chest, and each breast. Finding the sensitive spot just below her rib cage, he nibbled on it to make her squirm. She gripped his shoulders, his arms, his waist, never able to still herself. 

When she reached his cock, he allowed her to grasp it, stroke it, and run her thumb over the tip. He dropped his forehead, letting out a hissing sound when she pumped him harder and used her other hand to tug on his balls. 

"More, princess."

Edward bit her rosy nipple, and she sped up her movements. Dipping his fingers into her wet heat, he swirled them around to the echoes of her cries. Just as he knew he'd lose it, he closed his wet hand around his cock, sliding it up and down. 

"You want this cock, don't you?" His gaze burned into hers, unblinking as he spurted his hot cum all over her tits and stomach. 

"Well, you can't have it."