~Edward~

I sit at the hotel bar and lean over the counter, trying to get the blonde bimbos attention to get me another drink. Vodka, straight, just the way I like it, nothing more nothing less.

I bring the cigarette I'm holding to my lips and take a long drag, tasting the forbidden smoke that now flows through my body. My nostrils burn as I let it out. My eyes sting from the lack of sleep at this late hour but I refuse to finish the day without having the pleasure of a drink. Today of all fucking days I get a call about a late shipment and have to make an appearance to fix it. Cocaine in the mafia world is normal but nonetheless it must be taken care of, so on and so forth.

I shift my position, smoothing out my black Armani suit for the better. I could feel the coolness of my gun that rests in my shoulder holster. I smile to myself, knowing just hours earlier I used that weapon to blow a guy's motherfucking head off, some Polish guy, the one who tried to fuck up the shipment. I smirk. Well he got his.

I finally get the blonde bimbos attention. When she comes back I take the glass greedily and ignore her when she starts to make eyes at me. She puts a piece of paper with her number on it under my glass. I wasn't in the mood for some blonde cunt tonight, so I toss the piece of paper away. I wince slightly as I down my drink in one gulp, my throat burning. I drink hard liquor like I'm a fish in an ocean and I couldn't give a fuck. You got to drink like that in the world I live in.

I run my hand through my messy hair and ask for another glass of vodka. I pinch the bridge of my nose, a habit I got from my father way back when. What a fucking night.

~Bella~

"Stupid goddamn elevator," I mutter. For the past five minutes I've been pressing the small orange button to wait for the elevator to take me down to the lobby where I can finally get some peace in my mind.

Today had been horrendous. I was staying overnight for this impending investigation and had been working nonstop. A guy ends up being brutally murdered and I get called over to help out. My skills have become very useful as a federal marshal. I have a very proud father, Charlie Swan, being a Chief of police himself. I followed in my father's footsteps to rid the world of crime.

I sigh with relief when the doors open and I make my way down. I fix the collar of my dress; I had changed out of my uniform and into something less conspicuous. I sling my purse over my shoulder and breathe another heavy sigh.

Right now liquor is my safe haven. The elevator dings and I make my way towards the hotel bar.

~Edward~

I run my hand over my face, trying to get rid of the exhaustion that threatens to overtake me. My brothers were taking care of the rest of the job tonight. I decided I needed a break. For the past three months I had been working a drug deal with the Russians. Of course, the Russians fucked up and got involved with the Polish. That's how I got into this situation, having to clean up the mess that threatened my business deal in the cocaine industry. Now I will be making a trip to Russia soon, and will show those bastards what happens when you fuck with Edward Cullen.

I smirk and take another swig of my drink.

"A screwdriver please. Make sure it's Grey Goose," A voice says from next to me.

I turn just to see a brunette beauty take a seat next to me. Probably just another bimbo. I turn back to my drink. Even if she had good taste in alcohol.

"Thank you," The woman says when the bartender hands her the drink.

Out of the corner of my eye I can see her take a sip and it manages to dribble down her chin.

"Motherfucking fuck duck." The woman curses and wipes down her front with a cocktail napkin.

I was astounded.

"Do you really curse like that?" I blurt, turning to the woman.

She stares agape at me. "Um… excuse me?"

"Honestly, is that even a fucking curse expression?" I ask.

She stares at me with a mixture of confusion and amusement. "Well it's my curse expression." She defends with a smile.

I snort. "Some people just don't know how to curse." I mumble, taking another swig. She studies me closely.

"You know I'm guessing that's your fifth drink at the most so I would watch it buddy." She says and turns back around.

~Bella~

I take another sip with a pleased smile. With the job I have, I got very good at reading people. The man sitting next to me was not only insanely gorgeous, but an idiot. I bet he drinks like that all the time, if he keeps it up his liver is going to be destroyed. I sigh and smile. Oh well, at least he's fun to look at.

"Not that it's any of your fucking business, but I need this drink." The man gulps down the rest of his drink, then shoves the glass away.

I snort. "You and me both, sweetheart," I down the rest of my drink and shove it away as well.

I turn to see the man staring at me, his green eyes penetrating.

"What?" I ask.

"Are you always this fucking cocky?" He retorts.

"I don't know; do you ever say a sentence without saying the word 'fuck'?" I challenge him with a raised eyebrow.

He leans forward and I can smell his cologne. God it's intoxicating.

"Hell fucking no." He gives her a crooked grin that makes her heart stop. "I'm Edward." He sticks his hand out and I shake it. .

"Isabella, but you can call me Bella." I return a smile.

~Edward~

I knew already this was going to be an interesting night. I was wrong about Bella being a bimbo. Turns out she wasn't anything like I imagined. She was smart, beautiful, had a great sense of humor, and had really good taste in alcohol. We both retired to a booth in the back corner of the bar and talked. We ordered a couple of more drinks throughout the night and had some intriguing conversations. We were both were already tipsy.

"Are you serious?" I ask, my smile wide.

Bella nods vigorously, her grin just as big. "I'm not kidding; I was accused of cannibalism as a kid."

I stare at her. "How the hell-"

She bursts out laughing. "No, no. It was on a field trip coming back from the zoo and this kid sitting in front of me dared me to bite his arm. Of course he didn't think I would do it so I bite him hard. He promised he wouldn't tell the teacher but of course when we got back he told the teacher right before nap time." Bella giggled, remembering. "And she dragged me to the principal's office while saying 'If you're hungry you come and tell us. Don't bite his arm.'" She does the best imitation of her teacher's voice.

We both laugh at the absurdness of her story.

"That's fucked up," I snicker.

Bella shrugs. "My teacher was a bitch. She took away my nap time." She gulps one of the shots on the tray. I chuckle and do the same. I love a woman who can hold her liquor.

We were so close together that our legs were touching. I like being close to her and I want more. I could feel the electric current flow between us. It's something I've never felt before. I've had many women before but this was different. Bella was different.

I realize I shouldn't bring her into my world, a world of drugs, money, and violence. My life is a torturous existence. A life no one could ever want…Yeah fucking right. I was born for this shit. I would drag Bella into my world kicking and screaming if that was what I wanted. To hell with the consequences.

She starts to talk again and I focus on her, a slow smile stretching across my face.

Oh yeah baby, you don't know it yet but your mine.

~Bella~

I had to admit I was enjoying myself.

I haven't interacted with the opposite sex this way in a very long time. The thought of it gave me a thrill. Edward has the attitude of a hard ass and I love it.

"So what do you do for a living?" I ask.

Edward hesitates. "Real estate."

I arch an eyebrow. I knew he was lying.

"What about you Ms. Swan?" He smirks.

"Banking," I say. I've had practice with this, there was no way in hell I was telling him I was an federal marshal. The poor guy would be running for the hills.

"So what brings you to the hotel?" he asks.

"Business meeting, you?"

His lips twitch. "Same."

A long moment passes.

"Alright," Edward's voice rings out, making her jump. He leans in closer so that their faces are only inches apart.

He keeps his voice low. "The way I see it is that we're both lying here," I start to say something but he cuts me off, "But neither of us have to know the truth."

I stare at him. "So…what are you saying?"

Edward's answering smile makes my stomach clench in anticipation. He closes the space between us and claims my mouth with his own. Fire explodes between us. There was nothing slow with this kiss. I part my lips and he invades my mouth like he owns it. His hands grab the back of my head and he pulls my hair until my head falls back. His mouth makes a trail from my mouth to my neck. He bites the sensitive flesh there and white hot heat courses through my body. I arch my body and feel myself growing embarrassingly wet. His tongue leaves a hot wet trail down my neck and my body starts to ache, almost painfully. His hands move to grip my waist tightly and he brings his lips to my ear.

"You want me to fuck you, baby?" he whispers. His scent washes over me and I want to faint. Goddamn this man smells good. I was too out of breath to respond so I nod.

His fingers slide under my dress and go past my underwear. He inserts a finger into me, finding that I am indeed very very wet. My eyes close and I moan. If this was how his finger could make me feel, imagine how amazing his fucking cock would be.

He chuckles softly in my ear. "Oh yeah, I know you want me, baby." He flexes his finger and the action makes me squirm. He withdraws his finger and brings it to his mouth, sucking off my essence. "Damn you taste amazing." I stare at him with wide eyes.

He grins crookedly. "Would you care to join me upstairs in my room so I can fuck you properly?"

It's been a while since I've had sex, and the sexual frustration is obvious. After tonight I won't see this man again but I don't care. I fucking need this. I say the only thing that comes to mind:

"Hell yes," I say.

~Edward~

I mentally give myself a fist bump.

This woman has to be the best goddamn thing I'd ever tasted. Like strawberries and cream. She is very responsive to my touch. The blush that spreads across her skin is so fucking beautiful. Her big brown eyes beg me to fuck her and I will happily oblige. I run my thumb across her bottom pouty lip and she bites the corner of it. Fucking Christ. My already hard erection grows painfully hard. She may think this is a one-night stand, but she is oh so wrong. If she thinks I'm letting her go after this, she's batshit fucking crazy.

I place my hand on the small of her back and guide her to the hotel elevators. The blonde bimbo behind the bar shoots Bella an envious look as we pass. Yeah, bitch. You don't come close to this beauty beside me.

We enter an elevator and before the doors close I already have her up against the wall. Her legs wrap around my waist and I push my erection into her center. She moans loudly and her head falls back. I grind my hips into her and she cries out. I bury my face into her neck.

"What the fuck are you doing to me," I growl against her flesh.

She laughs breathlessly, "Ditto."

Before we reach my floor I untangle her from me and she stands next to me as though nothing happened. The elevator doors open and we walk out, passing an elderly woman, who gives us suspicious looks. I hide my smile and I can tell Bella is doing the same.

"Damn, how high is your room?" Bella asks.

"The penthouse." I smile when her eyes widen.

"The real estate business must be good," she smirks.

"Oh it's very good," I reply. She didn't know how good.

~Bella~

Edward pulls out his card and unlocks the double doors. He leads me inside and… I'm speechless.

The room was extravagant, the view spectacular, and the bed, oh god the bed. I walk over the windows; the view overlooks the city. I turn around and face Edward.

"Wow," I say and toss my purse on one of the chairs.

Edward smirks. "Is it to your liking?"

"It'll do," I say nonchalantly. I bite my lip nervously and his eyes darken as he watches my mouth. I release my lip.

He walks toward me like he's a predator and I'm prey. My heart starts to beat fast, and when he finally stands in front of me he reaches up and runs his thumb across my bottom lip. He grips my chin.

"Don't tease me unless you want to follow through," he growls.

I run my tongue across my bottom lip and his eyes follow the movement. "Oh, I want to follow through."

His hand moves down to my throat and squeezes it lightly. "You don't know who your messing with, baby."

I step into his embrace, our chests almost touching. I tilt my face up until our mouths barely touch.

"I should say the same," I breath into his mouth.

His grip on my neck tightens before bringing his mouth down on mine in a scorching wave of heat. My hands reach up on their own and tangle in his hair. His arms wrap around me and lift me off the ground. I vaguely realize he's carrying me to the bed.

I don't remember our clothes coming off, all I know is that I need to feel his bare skin against my own. When he reaches my bra he gets confused.

I laugh. "It unhooks from the front."

"Fucking Christ, do they make these just to complicate things?" he asks and tosses the bra away.

He lays me down on the bed with him on top of me, we're both breathing hard. I stare down the length of his body and see his cock for the first time.

"Holy fucking shit," I practically shout. That motherfucker was huge.

He follows my gaze and grins at me. "Aw shucks, you'll make me blush."

"You're not human," I say.

He presses that full thick length against me. "Oh believe me, baby, I'm definitely human." He brings a hand to one of my breasts and kneads it, tweaking the nipple with his thumb. It hardens at his touch.

"So responsive," he whispers and his mouth latches onto my nipple. I moan and writhe underneath him.

His head lifts up to look at me. "Do we need condoms?"

I shake my head. "I'm on the pill."

He grins. "Good, I wanted to go bareback with you anyway."

"Oh, really?" I ask.

He hums in response and continues his ministrations to my breasts. His other hand trails down to my wet slit, his finger slides easily inside me, his thumb rubs my clit. I start to feel an orgasm gather in my belly and I pant heavily. He inserts another finger, stretching me slightly and I start to move with the movement of his hand. He adds a third finger and noises that I didn't know I could make leave my mouth.

"I have to stretch you a little more than your used to in order to accommodate me." He smirks.

My hand shoots out to clutch the bedspread. "You don't say," I say, gasping for breath.

The breath from his laugh tickles and my skin turns to goose-flesh. "Edward, you're killing me."

His hands tighten on my body. "Believe me, baby, you would know if I was killing you."

~Edward~

God this woman is driving me insane. Her body and scent wrap around me, muddling my brain. Making me crazy with need. I couldn't possible get any harder, but lo and behold my erection is sure as shit going to try. I yank her body lower and spread her creamy thighs. She also has the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen. So shaved and pink, like a little flower. Just waiting for me to ravage it. Fuck it, I can't take it anymore. I line my cock with her entrance and enter her fully in one smooth thrust.

Goddamn heaven.

She arches her back with shout. I still, thinking I've hurt her, but she writhes under me.

"Why the fuck did you stop?" she asks.

I grin. "Oh, you liked that did you?" I slammed back into her.

"Yes!" she screams and clutches my arms.

"How badly do you want it?" I ask.

Her head thrashes from side to side. "So bad."

I slowly thrust into her. Hot damn I wasn't expecting her to feel this good. She moves her hips up and down, trying to get all of my length, but I keep pulling out of reach.

She growls in frustration, "Now who's the tease?"

"Still you," I say. She's the worst fucking tease. Just watching her walk makes me hard.

"Fuck me already," she practically cries and grips my arms harder.

"Alright, baby. I'll give you what you want."

I slam back into her and take her the way I've wanted to since the moment I saw her. She cries out and hangs on to me as I pound her into the mattress.

"Don't stop," she gasps.

Wasn't planning on it.

~Bella~

My body was on fire. Watching Edward shove his length into me was one thing, feeling him do it was another. He lifts his upper body up and brings one of my legs over his shoulder, making him hit that spot deep inside me over and over. I gasp at the sensation of being filled, and oh boy was he filling me. He reaches down to grasp my neck, holding me in place. My orgasm rushes at me like a giant wave and I scream like I never screamed before. He brings my other leg over his shoulder and he unleashes his full strength into me, making my orgasm never ending. He throws his head back and groans loudly, his hips snapping into me forcefully. He finishes inside me in a rush of warmth.

He collapses on me, we're both sweaty and breathing hard. He eventually slides out of me rolls off to the other side of the bed, both of us on are on our backs.

There are no words for what just occurred but I say some anyway, "Holy…shit."

"Understatement of the century, baby," he says.

~Edward~

I pull her into my arms because I can't get enough of feeling her body against mine. I bury my nose in her hair and inhale her delicious scent. Fucking strawberries and cream, I'm telling you. She rests her head on my chest and traces circles on my stomach with her fingertips.

"You want me to stay over?" she asks.

My arms tighten around her. "Fuck yeah, I want you to stay over. You're not allowed to leave my bed."

She giggles. "I can't stay here forever."

I beg to differ.

I sit up so I can look down at her. I trace her bottom lip with my thumb. Christ, I can't get enough of that mouth. So plump and luscious. I imagine her lips wrapped around my cock- uh oh, mini me is awake. I grind against her suggestively.

She gapes at me. "Again so soon?"

I jerk her against me. "Baby, one of the things you'll learn about me is my libido."

I crushed her lips to mine in a bruising kiss and I continued to show her how strong my libido was… for the rest of the night.

~Bella~

I wake up slowly and stretch my aching body. I had a moment of confusion before I remembered where I was, and who I was with. I sit up and realize Edward was nowhere in sight, but then I heard the shower. I smile and flop back down on the bed. It was safe to say last night I had the best sex of my life. I was deliciously sore. We had sex at least four times last night. I say that because I don't really remember. My mind was fogged with pleasure for the better part of the night. He had me against a wall with my legs wrapped around his waist, took me from behind on the couch, I rode him on the kitchen table… my body starts to warm at the memories. God, I'm so fucked.

The bathroom doors open and my mouth goes dry. Edward walks out with nothing but a towel around his waist. His hair is wet and water droplets slowly make their way down his muscular chest. His green eyes sparkle with mirth and he smiles at me. I blush when he starts to walk towards me.

"Good morning, baby," he says and gives me a heated kiss.

"Good morning," I say when we break apart.

"The shower is all yours. I would've liked to shower with you but you looked so cute sleeping I didn't want to bother you. So while you shower I will task myself with getting us breakfast." He kisses me again before turning away and going to the closet. I notice he has a tattoo on his back. The word CULLEN stretches across his back in bold letters. Huh, interesting.

"Sure sounds great," I say and make my way to the bathroom. I laugh when I notice him watching my ass.

He shrugs unapologetically. "Can you blame me?"

I smile and shut the bathroom door. I turn the shower on and wait for the water to get warm. All the while I was thinking…

Cullen. Where have I heard that name before?

~Edward~

I pull on a pair of jeans and decide to go shirtless. She'll appreciate that more. I walk into the living room. I laugh to myself. The suite was a fucking mess. Furniture turned over, pillows thrown, picture frames askew. The maids who will have to clean this mess up will know someone got thoroughly fucked in here. Make that two someone's. She really claimed me on that kitchen table. I crack my neck and notice her purse on the floor. It must have gotten knocked over during our sexual escapades. I walk over to it and pick it up. It felt pretty heavy for a small purse. I hesitantly open it and I instantly see a badge. I freeze suddenly and my blood runs cold. I pull the badge out and read it. Fuck me… she's a federal marshal. I reach inside her purse and pull out a gun.

Motherfucking fuck duck is right. She played me. I fell right into her hands, and now she had me by the balls.

I put the badge and gun back in the purse and hide it under the cushion on the couch. I walk over to the closet and find my shoulder holster with my gun. I stand next to the bed with my gun in my hand and wait for the bathroom door to open. If it's true and she played me, Isabella Swan will rue the day she fucked with Edward Cullen.

~Bella~

I step out of the shower with a smile. The butterflies in my stomach feeling hasn't worn off yet. I wipe the fog from the mirror and start to dry my hair. I reach down and open the drawers to see if there is a brush. The smile wipes from my face when I don't find a brush… but a gun. I pick it up and examine it. The initials E.C. were on the bottom… Edward Cullen. Now I know where I've heard that name before. Edward Cullen is a notorious Italian mob boss in Chicago. There was a pending investigation on him and his family, but there wasn't any concrete evidence to convict them. My eyes start to water.

Damnit Edward… the one time I finally find someone to connect with, and he has to be a motherfucking crime lord. I bang my head against the wall. Unfortunately, I know what I have to do, and I don't want to do it. I took an oath, it's my job to stop people like Edward. My grip tightens on the gun before I put it down. I grab a robe and put it on. I pick the gun back up and take a deep breath. I look in the mirror. I tell myself I can do this. He's not worth it. Not worth it…

I cock the gun and aim it low in front of me and slowly open the bathroom door.

~Edward~

I hide around the corner with my gun pointed to the ground. I take a deep breath through my nose. I wasn't going to back down. She's a fucking federal marshal for Christ sake. I'm a killer, I kill in cold blood. I bring my gun up to my chest and cock it quietly. I wait silently for her to round the corner.

~Bella~

I walk out of the bathroom slowly and hold the gun out if front of me. I don't see Edward in the room. I quietly creep up against the wall and slowly walk along it. I stop when I reach the edge of the kitchen. It was quiet through the suite…too quiet.

I hold my breath and stare at the entry way to the kitchen. Here goes nothing.

I jump out the same time Edward does, both of us point our guns at each other.

~Edward~

We glare at each other.

Our expressions are identical, determined to end each other's lives. Unspoken questions flow in between us as well as mixed emotions.

I have my finger on the trigger, but hesitate to pull it when I stare into her beautiful brown eyes.

Fuck me, but I can't do it.

Memories of last night start to flood back to me. I slowly lower my gun, but Bella doesn't. If she killed me it would be fine, as long as I didn't have to kill her.

"I won't do it baby," I whisper.

~Bella~

I held my gun where it was. When Edward lowered his gun my expression hardened. Crime lords weren't supposed to back down. They were ruthless, cold blooded killers. He's a monster...

"Come on!" I cry out and jab my gun in his direction. He only continued to stare at me.

He shakes his head. "No," he whispers. He takes apart his gun and throws the pieces on the floor. He holds his hands out in front of him.

"Edward, no!" I cry out again but this time it sounds more like a sob. I can feel tears run down my face.

He continues to stare at me. "You do what you need to do, baby."

What a fucking prick. He knows I have to do this, it's my job. I can't believe he just stands there with his hands up in surrender. It would be easier if he had his gun pointed at me, but this is much worse. He makes me feel things I shouldn't. We could never be together in the real world. Both of our worlds are too chaotic… but when I look into his green eyes… I see the man who makes me laugh, who's touch sets me on fire, and who makes me feel safe in his arms…

I let out a whimper and that was all Edward needed.

He knocks the gun from my hand and closes the space between us, takes my face in his hands and captures my lips with his own. I cry into that kiss and let out all my anger, sorrow, and happiness. He swallows it down with ease. He pushes me up against the wall and rips the robe from my body all the while frees himself of his jeans. He enters me in one thrust and we both cry out. We don't speak, no words could describe this moment. He takes me roughly against the wall and I'm loving every second of it. My orgasm comes quickly, as does his. He holds me tightly and I feel utterly shattered.

We still don't speak when he carries me to the bed. He lays me down and settles in next to me. We gaze at each other silently. He smiles and caresses my cheek with his hand. I smile back and place my hand on his.

Despite our differences, we still managed to have something perfect in our world of chaos.