His mouth fell on mine, devouring me, sparking so much heat that I thought my insides were going to boil and found myself responding even though I was angrier than ever, and filled with such hurt. My tongue caressed his, my body molded itself against him as he released my arms and let his hands trail up and down my back before settling against my ass. His fingers bit into my flesh hard which always turned me on and he pulled my hips against his groin letting me feel the bulge growing larger with every second the kiss continued.

At that moment, all I wanted was to feel all of that hardness inside me. It was the first time that I’d felt this needy. We’d made out plenty and clothes weren’t always there to hinder us, but I’d never felt the pull that I was feeling now – the yearning inside me to rip off my clothes and let him make love to me.

That thought brought me out of my sex induce craze. It would not be making love, because Dylan did not love me. He’d been using me. I was just a part of his mission. I pushed him away roughly. “How dare you?” I hissed as I wiped my mouth off. “I am not some toy and frankly I’m tired of everyone playing with me. Say what you need to say then get the fuck out.”

I went back to the window, my back to him. I so did not want to have to look at his exquisite face while he spewed out his well rehearsed lies.

And, thankfully, I didn’t have to because Demetri strolled in and placed himself between us. “Isabella, Aro has requested you in the main room. I am to escort you.”

“Give us a minute, Demetri,” Dylan said in a commanding voice that I’d have been afraid to use as a human against a centuries old vampire.

“I cannot. Heidi is driving Aro positively mad with her constant bitching about you, so I believe it would be best all around if you and Isabella were not left alone. You have completed your mission admirably, but it is over.”

“Bella, is not a mission,” he bit out, anger seething within. “And I need to talk to her before she sees him.” The way he said him, made me think it wasn’t Aro he was referring to.

The look that crossed Demetri’s face was shock, pure and simple. “I am sorry, Dylan, truly I am. But I was ordered to bring her down immediately.” He turned to me, his arm outstretched. “Come, Isabella.”

My anger at Dylan was so great. and my interest in what he so urgently wanted to say to me, non existent, that I took that outstretched hand just to spite Dylan even though my savior was probably about to escort me into the very depths of hell.