Mafia Princess

Chapter Ninety-One

Twilight...not mine (sigh).

Chapter Ninety-One

EPOV

Charlie was arriving today. I was scared shitless. I had, for all intents and purposes, shacked up with his daughter and done everything but have sex with the girl. I was seriously going to have a nervous breakdown. Couple that with the feelings I was having for her? I loved the girl. I loved her with my entire soul.

And me, being the COWARD that I am, told her just after she fell asleep when she gave me the best (and first) blow job ever. Not that I had anything to relate it to, but still, it was pretty damn awesome. Real romantic, Cullen. She had your cock in her mouth and you proclaim your undying love. Smooth. Move.

I can't tell her. I want to, but I can't.

I just can't.

God, I wish I could turn off my brain and my heart.

Become a robot.

An ED-Bot. Kind of like the FemBots from Austin Powers but not.

Getting working on that, Cullen. You can put that on your to-do list after you beg for Bella's forgiveness after you tell that you've been lying to her for the entire time you've been with her AND solve world hunger. Don't forget world peace, too!

Yep, I'm losing it.

"Edward, if you look nervous, Daddy's gonna know," she said calmly, reading her book.

"Bella, he's gonna know regardless," I said, shooting her a wary look. Carino nuzzled her little head under my chin. I tickled her belly and she got closer to my neck. Our weird parrot-cat. "You've pretty much demanded I stay with you. He's going to figure it out that we're doing stuff."

"Like he doesn't? Need I remind you about the pop tart who was blowing him when I gave him what for?" Bella deadpanned. "She looked younger than me and that hair! Seriously, my dad's taste in women is sorely lacking since my mom died."

"Bella," I chided.

"What? It's true," she snickered. "I'm hungry. They're going to be here in a little bit. I know that the crap they serve in the plane sucks, so let's make some dinner. If I get you chopping, you'll focus on not cutting off your finger and not the impending arrival of my father."

"Right, the father that can shoot me in the ass and castrate me with his Desert Eagle, Bella," I deadpanned.

"Yep, I think you've lost it, Edward," she giggled. "Come on. Help me."

She set me up at the kitchen counter, dicing up pancetta, cutting up sausage and finely chopping garlic. While I did that, she worked on gathering the rest of the ingredients for Rigatoni with Vodka-cream sauce and roasted asparagus. She moved gracefully in the kitchen and my brain drifted to Lustyville.

I wanted to take her on this damn counter. Eat her succulent pussy, drink her sweet juices...

I wanted to take her up against the pantry. Fuck her as she screams my name...

I wanted to take her...

"Yoo hoo, Edward, I think the pancetta is diced," Bella snickered, waving her hand in front of my face.

"Oh, sorry," I frowned, putting the bacon-like substance into a ramekin.

"You really are freaking out about my dad," she frowned.

"Kind of and well, my mind took a turn into Lustyville," I snickered.

"I must hear this," she laughed, tossing the pancetta into the frying pan. "Share with the class, Mr. Masen."

"Well, we're making dinner. I was thinking of having my own snack. On the kitchen counter," I grinned, giving her a wicked gleam.

"Eat me out on the counter? Damn," she panted. "What else?"

"Take you against the pantry," I replied, evenly cutting the sausages. "Among other things, too."

"Okay, I cannot wear panties around you!" she squealed, reaching up under her skirt and shimmying down her lacy underwear. She tossed them at me. "Feel what you do to me, Edward Masen!"

I held her panties up to my face, inhaling her floral, earthy fragrance and feeling the obvious dampness between her legs. "I did that?"

"Just by fucking looking at you, Edward. Then, you talk dirty? Seriously, I'm not wearing anymore underwear," she huffed.

"Good. Easy access," I smirked.

"You are a conundrum, Edward," she sighed, turning back to the food. "You freak out about my dad and then you take a brief visit to Perv-Ville or whatever you called it. Finally, you talk dirty, telling me how you want eat my pussy on the kitchen counter and fuck me against the pantry. Seriously, you're driving me nuts."

"Good nuts or bad nuts?" I asked.

"Good nuts and if you keep it up, your nuts will be in my mouth," she deadpanned. She turned around and stared at me. "Unbelievable."

"You like me," I snickered.

"I more than like you, Edward," she said, looking over her shoulder. "I l..."

The door swung open from the garage and a travel-weary Charlie stumbled in with Emmett, Carmen and Eleazar on his heels. I quickly put Bella's panties into my pocket, my face flaming. But it wasn't because of Charlie's unexpected entrance. It was due to Bella's almost admission...

Did she hear me?

A/N: The recipe for the Vodka sauce is on my blog (link's in my profile). The original recipe didn't call for sausage, but I love to add it. It gives the sauce a little rustic kick. There's also an additional recipe on there for roasted asparagus. Nummy...Things are going to pick up now that Charlie's here. Find me on Facebook: Tufano79's Twilight Fanfiction Appreciation or on Twitter: tufano79. Leave me some!