Mafia Princess

Chapter Forty-Eight

Twilight...not mine (sigh).

Chapter Forty-Eight

"Bella! Slow down!" Edward hissed.

"Sorry," I said as I turned to look at him. "Are you mad at me? I mean, I kind of went off on my dad and holy crap, I walked in on him getting a blow job. That's kind of disgusting. And her hair? I mean, I didn't know that goldenrod was a color that you could dye your hair. And my dad? My dad was getting head. I think I'm going to hurl..."

Edward dragged me into his room as I was yammering on and on, nervously. He shut the door and pressed his lips to mine. His tongue slid between my lips and his hands reached down to my waist. I moaned but hated being so short. He must have noticed my discomfort because his hands moved from my waist to my ass and he lifted me so my legs were wrapped around his slender waist. We kissed for a few minutes before he pulled back, quirking a brow at me. "You done with the random commentary, Little One?"

"Brain...mush...soft lips...more?" I grunted, trying to pull his face to mine. I even puckered, making the kissy sound.

He gave me a chaste peck before lowering me to the ground. I pouted as he led me back to the bed. Oh, we can make out horizontally. Nice. "Bella, a club? With this drama with Aro and James, it probably isn't the best idea..."

"Edward, come on. We'll go with Jessica, Angie and Ben. Safety in numbers. Besides, I want to dance with you," I whined.

"I can't dance," he snorted. "Shoot a gun? Fight? Sure. Dance...nope. I look like a spastic chicken. Seriously, Bella. You don't want to dance with me."

"Yes. I do," I said as I pushed him back on the pillows, straddling his waist. "I'm not moving until you agree to go out with me."

"I can lift you," he smirked, moving his hands to my sides. I squirmed as he got closer to my ticklish spots on my ribs. "Or tickle you." His fingers attacked and I let out a squeal, rolling off him. Relentlessly, he tickled me until I begged him to stop. He stared at me, caressing my face. "God, you're so beautiful, Bella."

"So are you," I said as I brushed back his disheveled hair. "Kiss me?"

He gave me a warm smile before giving me a searing but brief kiss. He sat up and lay against the pillows. I crawled up, curling up against his chest. Tentatively, he put his arm around me. "Bella, going out to a club is dangerous. I'm hesitant about going out to such a public place..."

"We went to the drag race," I said as I pressed a kiss to his jaw.

"An hour away. Surrounded by a few hundred thousand people," he deadpanned. "Not even the best marksman could make that happen unless he was close by."

"Similar situation if we go to go the club...dark, smoky and a ton of people," I said. "Come on, Edward. It'll be fun. When was the last time you had fun?"

"Our date," he said, kissing me sweetly. "Prior to that, the night at Verdant when I bought you your tequila. Even then, it wasn't really fun. I just went to see what it was all about. I was there for about an hour and then saw you, leaving after getting you your drink."

"Edward, please," I whispered, pressing soft kisses along his jaw. I moved up to his neck and nibbled lightly behind his ear. His grip on my t-shirt tightened and he groaned. "Please, tesoro? Per favore, mio protettore?"

"Fuck," he moaned as he shifted so he could kiss me fully on the mouth. I found myself pressed into the pillows with a very aroused Edward against me. His hardened length was evident and caught between my thighs. Our kisses were languid, sensual and hot. "We'll go, Little One. One indication that something is fucked up and we're out of there? Got it?"

"Yes," I said as my hands traveled up and down his back. "Can we make out some more?"

"You're killing me," he growled against my neck.

"Just wait until your cock is between my lips," I purred against his ear, slipping one of my hands underneath his t-shirt. His skin was warm and slightly sweaty. "Or when I'm feeling you move inside of me, filling me with your dick."

"God damn," he moaned as he pushed back. "We need to stop. I don't want to...not yet. Though, my body is telling me otherwise."

"I can help with that," I grinned, moving my hand to the front of his shorts.

He moved quickly off me, standing at the edge of the bed and put his hands on his hips. "Behave, Isabella," he chided.

"Don't you want me?" I asked, frowning.

"Look at my crotch, Bella. What does my dick have to say about that?" he challenged, looking down at his very prominent erection. "Of course I want you. But, I want you when your father is not on my ass about disrespecting him in his house."

"Edward, he disrespected you with how behaved towards you. He disrespected me," I said as I crossed my arms over my chest.

"I also want us to be together because we both want it, not retaliation against some argument that you had with your dad. There's no rush, Bella. None. We've got all of the time in the world. I'm not going anywhere unless you ask me to leave," he said as he brushed my hair from my face.

"Never," I breathed.

"Then, we take our time and when we're both ready, we'll take that leap together," he said, giving me one of his genuine crooked grins.

"We can fool around, right?" I asked.

"How else am I going to learn what you like and what you don't like?"

"Good. Because if you said that we'd wait until we got fucking married, I'd have to junk punch you."

A/N: Oh, Bella. My snarky little princess...I love you but you are a handful. No pictures for this chapter but there will be some for the next one. They will be on my blog. Link's in my profile. Find me on Facebook: Tufano79's Twilight Fanfiction Appreciation or on twitter: tufano79.

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