AN: Another update! They will keep coming, I promise. I have a slight warning about this chapter though. I use language I haven't used in this story yet, and it's a bit rougher. So please remember that I did have a warning. Honestly, I don't think it's that bad, but I don't want to offend anyone. Anyways, thank you for all the reviews and to everyone that continues to read! I appreciate it so much.
Dislclaimer: I do not own the Twilight series, the brilliant Stephenie Meyer does.
"Edward?" I shouted, listening for movement upstairs. The rustling of clothes led me to our bedroom where he was swiftly buttoning his jeans, his face contorted in fury. "What are you going to do to him?"
"That's a terrific question, Bella," he responded while lacing his shoes. He didn't even glance my way, his eyes cast to the ceiling in irritation. "There is so much I would like to put Emmett through that I can't decide." He rose and walked to the doorway where I was still standing. "Let me through, please."
I crossed my arms and shook my head. "I think you need to calm down before you even look at Emmett," I said soothingly. "Your anger can get the best of you sometimes."
His dark eyes met mine, the lovely topaz completely hidden. "My anger is well justified today," he stated sharply. "I built this house so that we could do what we pleased without having to consider others in the house. Emmett crossed that line." He gently touched my arm, motioning for me to unblock the exit.
"I said no, Edward," I practically growled, shoving his hand away. "You may leave when you drop the attitude and act civilized." I felt a bit like his mother, but Edward was acting rude and childish. I didn't appreciate it.
He pinched the bridge of his nose as I refused to sway. "Bella, I would very much like you to move so I may speak to my brother."
"Speak?" I snorted, my eyebrows rising in disbelief. "I'm more intelligent than that. Try again."
He dropped his hand and shuffled backward, distancing himself from me. I stayed planted in the doorway as he paced. "Are you saying you're not livid with Emmett's little prank?" he questioned, still refusing to look at me.
"Oh, I'm angry," I responded and leaned against the wooden wall. "But I don't think Emmett deserves to be injured for it. Why are you acting this way, Edward? I understand being angry, but this is a bit overboard."
His pacing halted and his head rose, eyes meeting mine. "Because I've had enough of Emmett messing around. Now," he began, slowly walking forward. "I'm going to go have a few words with him."
Getting tired of constantly refusing him, I pushed off the wall to let him through. "Fine, but if you go, don't expect me waiting for you to return with open arms. You won't be able to apologize like you did this afternoon," I threatened and roughly opened my underwear drawer, pulling out a pair of simple, blue panties. I didn't want to continue fighting while I was wrapped in a fleece blanket.
He exhaled sharply and smashed his fist against the wall, leaving a large indention in the drywall. I grimaced and continued to rummage through drawers. "What is that supposed to mean, Bella?"
"Oh, I think you know," I replied while hooking my bra. "Thanks for punching a hole through our wall, too. It's such a lovely decoration." My tone was severe as I rewrapped myself in the blanket and walked to the closet.
"You're being very difficult," he growled. I could feel his stare burning through my back, but I ignored it.
"So are you," I responded dryly. I'd rarely been angry with Edward before, but he was really pushing my nerves as he continued his tantrum.
He hissed and punched the wall again, debris crumbling to the floor below. I finally turned and glared at him. "Alright, Edward. You've got my attention, what?" He stalked toward me, not nearly as playfully as he had done earlier. I rolled my eyes and turned back toward the closet. "Tell me when you're done destroying our house."
Suddenly, Edward threw me against the wall, his body pressed tightly to mine. "What do you think of my attitude now?" he growled against my ear, gently biting the lobe.
I used all of my strength to push him away, but he wouldn't budge. My newborn power was long gone. Instead, I slipped through the gap in his arms, successfully escaping his hold. "I think it's atrocious," I hissed.
His eyes widened at my harsh accusation. In response, he crouched to the floor, ready to attack. I gripped my only source of cover securely around my body, not wanting to give him the pleasure of ripping it or smelling my arousal. I was still pissed.
"Bella," he snarled. "Don't do that again." Then, he flew unexpectedly through the air and sent me crashing into the opposite wall. I growled and twisted beneath him, my hands clawing at his shirt.
"Let me go, Edward," I seethed while staring into his onyx eyes. I'm sure my eyes were the same, if not darker. He had me infuriated.
"No," he growled before slamming his mouth onto mine. His tongue roughly pushed through my lips, completely dominating my own. I considered biting it, but he pulled away before I got the chance. "Is my attitude still atrocious?" he grumbled while ripping the blanket clean off my body. "I would think carefully about your answer, Bella. I can smell your unmistakable scent even with that blanket."
His hand roughly palmed my wet core as I restrained a moan, too proud to give him the pleasure. "Yes," I pathetically replied, finding it very difficult to conjure up my anger as he rubbed quick circles through the fabric. My hips soon matched the rhythm of his stroking.
An arrogant smirk appeared on Edward's face. I hissed and scraped my sharp fingernails against his chest, the smirk suddenly disappearing. Several drops of venom soaked through his shirt, evidence of my outrage. I felt a slight pang of guilt for hurting him, that is, until he tore through my panties and tossed them over his shoulder. My temper finally boiled over.
"I liked those," I snarled, tearing his shirt to pieces. His wounds were deeper than I imagined as I watched the venom trickle down his chest, my anger slowly subsiding.
"Yes, look what you did," he growled and violently ripped my bra from my body. He then roughly pressed his arousal against me, a sign of his masochistic nature.
I opened my mouth to utter an apology, only to have his lips push against mine aggressively. One arm wound around my waist while the other rested against the wall behind us. Giving up, I thrust a hand down his jeans and roughly grabbed his erection.
"Oh, Jesus," Edward panted while tightening his grip on me. I pulled and stroked him forcefully, my eyes never leaving his. "Damn it, Bella. I hope you're ready to be fucked," he growled and nipped at the bare flesh of my breasts. His sharp teeth didn't break the skin, but the pressure of them sent me wild.
I'd always wanted him to fuck me, no restraints or concerns, but I never expected it to be during a fight. I responded eagerly by twisting my free hand in his hair, pulling his face to mine.
"I doubt you could," I hissed through clenched teeth, successfully provoking him.
His hands suddenly gripped my ass and pushed me up the wall. "Watch me," he whispered, kicking his jeans off without effort. I reached to tear through his boxers, tossing them to the floor.
He wrapped my legs around his waist and rubbed his erection against my slick lips, entering me abruptly. I bit my lip, my body tight with anger and pleasure. Every time his hips slammed into me, I moved further up the wall.
"Edward," I moaned breathlessly as my head rolled to the side due to his incessant pounding.
"You like being fucked, don't you?" Edward panted and pulled at my taunt nipples, twisting them between his talented fingers.
I nodded and locked both of my hands behind his neck, rolling my hips with his.
"That answer isn't good enough," he grunted and bucked his hips with so much force I collapsed forward, my head landing on his shoulder.
My back repeatedly slammed against the wall as I attempted to catch my breath. "Yes," I finally replied, my voice weak.
"Yes what?"
I whimpered as one of his hands squeezed my ass, demanding an answer. "I-I like being fucked."
"That's what I thought," Edward growled before slowly moving a hand down my stomach, his fingers playing with my swollen clit.
"I'm so close," I gasped, biting into his shoulder. He grunted and thrust faster.
"I love when you cum before me, Bella. I love the feeling of your tight pussy milking me."
His words surprised me and quickly sent my walls clenching around him. Suddenly, my orgasm ripped through me, blinding me with pleasure. White bursts of light erupted from behind my closed eyelids as Edward continued pounding me, my back breaking through the wall. Dust surrounded us and rubble crashed to the ground.
Edward groaned my name and throbbed within me, finally releasing his sweet venom. I whimpered as his erection twitched, becoming limp.
I slowly opened my eyes and surveyed the damage. Since my back was still indented to the wall, I only saw the soiled floor and dust. Edward gently rubbed my back and removed my legs.
"Are you alright?" he asked softly, his eyes filled with embarrassment. "I didn't mean to send you through the wall like that."
"I'm fine," I replied curtly. My anger from earlier was returning as I glanced at the many craters in our wall, all due to Edward.
He picked up the fleece blanket and handed it to me. I snatched it and rewrapped myself, trudging to the dresser for a new pair of underwear. I hurriedly put on a bra and white panties while Edward fidgeted behind me.
"I'm sorry I was so rough," he whispered, sadness evident in his tone. "I shouldn't have used that language with you either."
I sighed and shook my head. "Edward, you don't have to apologize for that. Honestly, I liked it. What I'm angry about is how you treated me earlier. I asked you not to leave until you calmed down and you threw a fit. Yes, the mad sex was really nice, but not your attitude."
He stared at me with wide eyes. "You liked that?"
"Very much," I laughed, turning to the closet for a pair of jeans. "You should let loose like that more often, without punching walls of course."
Edward grimaced and glanced at the cracked drywall. "Bella, I'm so very sorry for my temper earlier. You were right; it gets the best of me sometimes."
A triumphant smile spread across my face as I brushed through my hair. He suddenly appeared in the mirror's reflection, dressed only in boxers, and wrapped his arms around my waist. "You're forgiven. Now, I think we should both go talk to Emmett about his intrusion."
Edward nodded and gently kissed my cheek. "I love you so much, Bella. Thank you for not letting me kill my brother," he chuckled and turned me to face him. "I don't know what I would do without you."
I smiled and chastely captured his lips with mine. For the first time today, our kiss wasn't filled with anger. "I don't know what I would do without you either."
Minutes later, we were both dressed and running through the woods. Edward entwined his hand with mine as we slowed to a stop right before our old home. "I hope Emmett is ready," he sighed, squeezing my hand. "I don't intend on leaving until he learns a lesson."
"Don't worry; he will learn something from our little visit," I replied while opening the front door. Alice was already standing in the hall, arms crossed and a smile spread across her face.
"Bella!" she squealed while wrapping her tiny arms around my waist.
I laughed and hugged her back, my hand dropping from Edward's. "Hey, Alice! Long time no see."
"Well, I did see you coming after several other things," she giggled, winking toward Edward. "And I know why you're here. Lucky for you, Emmett stayed home from the last minute hunting trip Carlisle and Esme planned. I made sure of it."
I grinned at my best friend's thoughtfulness. "Thanks, Alice."
"No problem. He's been absolutely impossible today, bragging about his little joke on you and Edward."
Edward sighed from beside me. "Where is he?"
"Upstairs," she responded eagerly. "Go teach him a lesson!"
I giggled and grabbed Edward's hand. Emmett wouldn't know what hit him.
AN: I had gotten a few requests for another round on a wall, and I hope this satisfies! I sure had fun writing it. I think rough Edward is pretty darn hot.