Forever

8. The Truth

He growled through the line, breathing out a deep breath, she took the green light to take the reins, she had full control. She dragged her hand over her trembling flesh, feeling the digits soak in her heat, her breath shuddering out of her lungs.

"It was supposed to be a quite night, but it had been 3 weeks since my last self-satisfactory session, and Edward wouldn't help at all. I was mindless with the need to be touched, and I knew you were outside, watching, and I didn't care that you would tell, that it could destroy the careful relationship we had established." She tried to stop the mindless uncontrolled chatter her mouth was giving away, the amount of vulnerability she was putting herself under.

He was silent on the other end, and she resisted the growing fear, what was he thinking?

"I had always been attracted to you." She breathed, gritting her teeth, since when had this become a confession conversation, but her mind was twisted into tight knots of confusion, and she had to have something clear in her life, maybe he could be the clear part, where everything else was blurred and confused.

"And what's worse, you're my fiancé's brother, I shouldn't be talking to you right now, I shouldn't be reading your texts behind his back, and becoming unimaginably turned on by writing on a page, you're married." Her voice was weak, and as sick as she was, voicing the dark parts of their relationship only served to get her more excited.

"It's so undeniably wrong, but I'm not in the least bit sorry. I'm phoning you and I've closed my window, I've given you something that was meant to be given to him, and I don't regret it, because he didn't deserve it, and now whenever I'm with him I can't help remembering you, and when he messages me, I can't help wishing it was you, and you've completely corrupted me, and I've never done this before, I don't do these things, I'm not that type of girl, no one would ever look at me and see that person, but the second you came through that window, I was gone, and there's no way back" Her breath stuttered, and she closed her eyes, trying to calm down her racing heart, she was getting to far ahead of herself, and rejection would be the outcome. But he was so silent, and not even a breath could be heard, and each second unattended was complete torture to her mind. She opened her lips to apologies, perhaps take it all back, if that was possible.

"Bella." His voice was rough, and he beat her reply, his tone sending heat over her skin. Like a man who's trying to hold back all the tension, trying to stay calm, he sounded wound up, and she didn't know if it was good or bad any more. "Open your window." She whimpered, not thinking as she stood, stumbling to the window and drawing back her curtains, nearly crying at how tight the lock was, struggling to unlatch the pane.

Celebrating was short, and dismissed as she got it to open, because her attention was soon drawn away as two hands wrapped around her body, pushing her back. He wasn't gentle, but it didn't hurt, and if she wasn't so absorbed in what he was doing to her neck, she would've jotted it down and thrown it into Edward's face later.

But unfortunately, the idea had to wait, because his hands wrapped around her waist, hiking her up against the wall, her shirt lifting exposing her stomach and bare legs. She wrapped them over his hips, struggling to maintain a grip with how shaky her limbs had become, desperation mixed with excitement turning her into a quivering mess, a pile of limbs completely wrapped around his finger, under his control. He helped her, his hands moving over her thighs and pressing her body into the wall using his own.

She felt trapped, and confined, but it did nothing to distinguish her lust. He was in complete control, he could take whatever he wanted and she would be helpless to resist, and the fact that he knew that drove her to heights of mindless ecstasy, she wanted that. She wasn't a china doll, she wanted to be used, she was giving herself willingly, and he wasn't rejecting her.