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BOOK: Passion By Control (Passion Series Book 2)
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Fabian snorted. “Pretty?” He was quite indignant over her choice of words. “I can assure you, I am not pretty. You may call Francesca pretty if you dare, but I will not tolerate being called pretty.”

Sirene laughed at his tone. “Ok then, well how about beautiful?”

He took his eyes off the road long enough to frown at her. She was just being smart mouthed now, he was sure.

“Ok, ok.” She backed down when she saw his expression. “You are all just that little bit too perfect looking. You aren’t flawed, you all smell wonderful.” She sniffed the air between them, closing her eyes as if in appreciation, and Fabian felt his cock strain harder against his jeans.

“Really my beauty, so you think I’m perfect?” A hint of a smile tugged at his lips, and Sirene snorted with laughter.

“Well I wouldn’t go so far as to say that.” She told him.

“So what would you call me then?” He asked, wondering why he even cared what she thought of him, but surprisingly, he did. “If not perfect, what word describes me in your opinion?”

She tipped her head to one side, her brow creased as she considered his question. “How about arrogant arse; how’s that for a description?”

Fabian felt a flash of irritation at first until he glanced over at her, and saw the humour in those beautiful jade green eyes. She was messing with him. Well, he hoped she was messing with him.

“That’s two words, and you know I will make you pay for that comment later.” He warned, watching her head turn sharply towards him from the corner of his eye.

“Don’t be too sure about that.” She mumbled and if he hadn’t been vampire he’d have missed her words.

He turned back to the road and concentrated on the rest of the drive until finally he turned the Rolls into the driveway of his large sprawling home that perched on top of a hill looking over the city of Hobart.

He climbed out of the car and walked around to open Sirene’s door, taking her elbow once she was out, and standing by his side. She was so tiny, barely reaching his shoulder, and as he gazed down at her, he felt something inside him shift. It was some sort of feeling, or an emotion, something he didn’t normally feel.

Protective, that was it. He realised he felt a strange need to protect her. From what, he wasn’t sure. Why he felt like that, he had no idea, but as he gazed down at her as she looked around the dark street, lit only by the occasional street light; he had to wonder which one of them would ultimately need protecting.

 

Sirene

 

Fabian’s house was huge, kind of creepy looking, very horror movie looking, but big. Obviously he liked things big. I couldn’t help grinning to myself. Everything seemed big when it came to him. What I’d felt through his jeans sure felt like it was.

“What are you smiling about?” He asked and I sobered immediately.

“Nothing you need to concern yourself with. Now are you going to take me inside or are we doing this in your driveway? You’re ok with being an exhibitionist?”

He gave me an arrogant smirk. “I’m vampire. What do you think? When we want to fuck we can and will fuck anywhere and everywhere. Who sees us, is of little importance to us.”

I snorted. “Well, I’m not one for sharing what I do with the neighbours so take me inside.”

“Are you always so bossy? You know you shouldn’t tell a vampire what to do and especially me my beauty. I’m considered quite powerful amongst my kind and I am not accustomed to being told what to do.” He held out his hand to me. “Now come, I shall take us inside away from prying eyes.”

‘Bastard’ I thought to myself when I saw the humour in his eyes. He was having fun toying with me, well let’s see how he liked it, when it was him being toyed with.

“Make him horny, keep him hard, make him fuck over and over but don’t let him come.” I whispered, reaching out to touch him, feeling the energy shoot through my hand and into him, but Fabian didn’t notice anything.

“Are you ok?” He asked, obviously thinking there was something wrong, or maybe he was arrogant enough to think I couldn’t keep my hands off his fine self? He would be right too. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on him, but his ego was big enough without me making it obvious to him.

“I’m ok, but I’ll be better soon.” I raised an eyebrow at him. “Well, I hope I will be.”

“Is that a challenge?” He asked and I laughed.

“We’ll see.” I turned away from his molten gaze to look around his home. “Nice place, quite over the top.” I couldn’t help adding. Fuck I don’t know what it was about him, but I got off on giving him a hard time and I was lucky I guess that he was taking it fairly well for a temperamental ass of a vampire.

He chuckled and continued to lead me down some endless corridor that had me wondering where the hell he was taking me. Eventually we walked into a room which was almost circular, and was obviously a living room. Quite normal looking for a vampire’s home actually.

“Can I get you something to drink?” He asked me and I shook my head. I didn’t need anything to dull my responses around him, since I would be a fool to trust him in any way.

“So do you live alone?” I asked him and he shook his head. “No, this house is quite large so I allow Lucian, Damien and Francesca to live with me. They are my children.” He explained.

I already knew that of course and I noticed that he didn’t mention Dominick at all.

“Will we be seeing them anytime soon?” I queried and Fabian shook his head.

“They are all out hun...looking for food and perhaps someone for sex.” He said and I snorted again.

He had tried to correct himself but I knew exactly what he’d been about to say. The others were out hunting for bodies to feed from and fuck. Just so long as they weren’t due home anytime soon. I had plans for Fabian and it wasn’t all about the sex, it was about driving one vampire slowly out of his mind.

“So now that you have me, what do you intend doing with me?” I asked huskily, watching his eyes flare with excitement.

“Come with me.” He took my hand and led me further into his vast home, finally stopping at a door at the end of yet another corridor. He swung it wide open and stepped back indicating that I should go in.

When I stepped inside I gaped. The room was huge, seriously bloody huge. Did this man do nothing small? A bed that looked twice as big as a king sized bed dominated the room. It was a big four post bed with heavy, ornate looking posts. A network of chains with shackles hung from the ceiling at each corner of the bed and I tried not to think too much about what Fabian used them for. The lighting in the room was dim but not so dim that I didn’t notice the mirrors on the ceiling above the bed.

I smirked. Seriously, he had mirrors? “You have mirrors on the ceiling Fabian, really? What century are you from?”

Surprisingly he looked quite indignant at my smirk over the mirrors. “Have you ever fucked with mirrors in the room Sirene, or over your head? Have you ever watched yourself during sex, watched the act of sex with the man or woman? It can be very arousing and increases the excitement, the anticipation, it is very sexy. To put it more plainly, it...is…hot! Do not make fun of it if you have not tried it.”

Well, I’d just been told. “Very well, I wave the white flag at you. I have not had sex with mirrors present so now that you have piqued my curiosity, I am filled with anticipation.” I gave him a bright smile. “So, are we going to stand here all night talking or are you going to give me something to look at in all those mirrors?”

Fabian stared at me for a moment, his strange pale eyes moving over my face. He said nothing, just watched me closely until suddenly with a growl, he lunged, taking me by surprise, as he hauled me into his arms.

His lips slammed down on mine, roughly forcing them apart and I felt his tongue in my mouth, seeking out mine and tangling with it. It was so erotic, so instantly arousing, that desire surged through me and I could do little more than cling to him as I became caught up in the intensity of his growing passion.

His hands roamed over me, restlessly caressing me. His palms cupping my ass, holding me firmly against him as his hips rocked into me, grinding his erection against me.

I groaned, lifting one leg to wrap it around his thigh, desperately trying to angle myself so I could press my aching pussy up against him. I was too short and he was too tall to reach my goal so I settled for rubbing myself against the denim of his jeans, moaning when my aching clit swelled from the delicious friction of his jeans on my sensitive flesh.  

With a guttural sounding growl, Fabian pulled me away from him and lifted me, throwing me like I weighed nothing, onto the bed, where I bounced a couple of times, squealing with surprise. I got a glimpse of myself in the mirrors, eyes wide and bright with my desire; my limbs sprawled out. I looked wild, wanton and every bit as horny as I felt.

I shifted my gaze from the mirrors and lay there watching Fabian as he advanced on me. His eyes were locked on mine and once he was at the side of the bed staring down at me, he unbuttoned his shirt, impatiently shrugging it off his shoulders, to let it carelessly fall to the floor.  

His hands dropped to his belt where he unbuckled it, then carefully eased his zip down, and my eyes widened when I realised he was naked under his jeans. For some reason that was sexy as hell to me, and I felt another flood of moisture between my legs, as I watched him hook the waistband of the denim and carefully slide them over his hips. A tiny whimper escaped my lips when his cock sprang free, slapping him in the stomach, and I finally got my first real look at him.

I stared, my mouth dropping open, a strangled sounding gasp the best I could manage. Oh my fucking God, he was huge, really, really big but not just big, he was pierced too. A bloody great hunk of steel ran through the head of his cock looking like a damned barbell. Fuck I’d heard stories about women who had been with men with pierced cocks and the sex was supposed to be unbelievable.

I could see from the way it ran from the top to the underside of the head of his cock, that it would hit all the right places once that thing was inside me. Still, looking at how big he was, the length and width of it, I felt a moment’s uneasiness that I wouldn’t be able to accommodate him. That before me was a hell of a lot of cock.

“You’re pierced.” I whispered and Fabian grinned.

“That is a brilliant observation, my beautiful Sirene.” He curled a hand around his considerable length and slid it up from root to tip, flicking his thumb over the piercing.  “The ladies seem to like it. Let’s see if you will too.”

I gulped noisily as he climbed onto the bed and that huge damned thing came towards me, the length of steel almost mocking me. Holy hell! I hope he intended warming me up a bit first, before he tried to fuck me, or he was likely to split me in two.

“No foreplay?” I asked huskily as I gazed up into those pale eyes of his.

He chuckled quietly. “What do you take me for my beauty, an animal? I wish for you to enjoy this and I’m aware that I am bigger than some men. If I do not take the time to prepare you, I will have no chance of entering your delectable body and trust me, I want to be inside you, to feel your warmth, how wet you are. I want to fuck you until you can’t walk, until your body is completely exhausted, and then I will fuck you again.”

I gaped at him. Holy fuck for a self-centred bastard he sure knew how to charm a girl when he wanted to.  Just the sound of his voice, flowing over me, was such a turn on, I’m sure I was leaving a damp patch on the bed. If he could do that with his voice and his words, well fuck, I had no chance when he turned his attention on arousing me.

A part of me almost felt guilty for what I intended doing to him. For a brief moment I contemplated lifting my spell, until a small part of my poor confused brain, reminded me that I was here to mind fuck and torment Fabian. I was here to give him a night he would remember for all the wrong reasons.

Ultimately I’d let him come, but he was going to have to work for it yet and he’d have to work damned hard too. Once he was nearly insane with the need to come then I might lift the spell and allow him his release, maybe. It would depend largely on how many orgasms he gave me.

He crawled over me and unbuttoned the waist of my jeans, lowering the zip, before slowly tugging them down over my hips and legs until they were bunched up at my ankles.

One by one he removed my shoes and then pulled my jeans off my feet, throwing them onto the floor.

“Sit up.” He ordered and I did, sucking in a deep breath when he pulled my shirt over my head. This close to him, with him naked was both breath taking and overwhelming. Fuck, he was disgustingly hot. No man had the right to be as hot as Fabian was.

He had just a light spattering of dark blonde hair over his chest which then narrowed to a strip over his stomach before flaring out again to surround that massive cock of his.

He was quite muscled. Not that really heavily muscled look which didn’t do it for me. He just looked like he’d spent a lot of time in the gym or he’d done some very physical work. He had the most beautifully defined abs and when my eyes followed the classic ‘V’ thing he had going on, I’m sure I almost drooled.  He was beautiful, his body a work of art and damn, if I could make a sculpture of him, I’d do it.

He smelled so good too and I knew the smell was a vampire thing. Their scent was intoxicating and would attract people to them, like damned pheromones. I could understand that too, because when I took a deep breath, breathing his scent in, my senses went into overdrive.

BOOK: Passion By Control (Passion Series Book 2)
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