Passion By Control (Passion Series Book 2) (13 page)

I stared up at him wide eyed and struggled not to laugh. Damn him but why didn’t I fear him? He was trying to be all menacing and “I vant to suck your blood,” type intense and I was unable to take him seriously. Still, I was looking into the eyes of one very pissed off vampire right now, so probably best to back off for a while.

“Oh I know what you’re capable of.” I whispered, watching his eyes drop from mine to my lips. Suddenly I found myself being hauled into his arms and his lips crashed down on mine.

His kiss was hungry, urgent, filled with pent up frustration, as he forced my lips apart, his tongue spearing its way into my mouth and sweeping over mine. As he explored every inch of my mouth, his tongue coaxing mine into a delicious duel with his, he pulled me closer until I could feel his erection against my stomach. His hands moved restlessly down my back, tracing my spine until he reached my ass, cupping my cheeks in both palms and holding me firmly, while he ground himself against me.  I gasped into his mouth, my desire for him rising and I shifted a hand between our bodies until I could cup the hard ridge of his cock, still encased by the denim of his jeans.  

Fabian pulled back, a hint of wariness and suspicion in the look he shot me. I immediately realised he thought I might be going to do something to him, when I put my hand on him.

“I’m not really going to give you a rotting penis Fabian. You can relax.” I told him before reaching out again to caress him through his jeans and this time he didn’t pull away, in fact he pushed himself more firmly into my hand.

“Damn you woman, I’m not finished with this conversation but I can wait to get more answers later.” He said huskily. “Come, I’ll run a bath for you since you were complaining of being, what was it again, icky?”

“Yes please, that would be wonderful.” I could hear the arousal in my voice.

He took my hand. “Come then, I’ll run you that bath now but it will be for both of us. Do you think you can allow me to bathe you and not end up the victim of a rotting penis or any other forms of torture you have going around inside that beautiful head of yours?”

I grinned at him. God he could be so damned sexy when he was teasing me. I felt a frisson of uneasiness along my spine as I stared up into his stunningly beautiful face. The idea of tormenting him and toying with him had lost some of its appeal. I was being paid to torment him, so these feelings were not good. I wasn’t supposed to like him, or be attracted to him, but I was. I had to get my head sorted and focus or I would be forced to contact Dominick and Allegra. I couldn’t take their money to do the job they were paying me to do, if I couldn’t effectively do my job.

Damn Fabian for putting me in this situation. I hated that I liked him. Despite everything, he had a surprising wit I hadn’t expected. This was bad. I had to focus on my job and push these feelings down. Stomp them into the ground, bury them and forget them. The man was a murderer, he’d also attempted murder, he didn’t care about anyone but himself, he treated women like crap and yet, he’d been surprisingly good to me. He hadn’t tried to kill me yet either so that was a plus, although if I didn’t stop testing his patience all the time, I had no idea how long before he decided I needed to be disposed of.

It was all too much for me to consider right now, so with a smile up at his gorgeous face; I put my hand in his and allowed him to lead me down the corridor again. We passed numerous doors, and again I marvelled at the size of this house, until we reached a bathroom that like everything associated with Fabian, was massive, opulent and beautiful.

He went straight to the huge circular bath. The man must have a thing about circular things, and began to run water into it from the ornate gold taps.

As I looked around the room I suddenly had an urgent need for the toilet. “Fabian I need to use your bathroom.”

He stared at me for a moment before realisation of what I meant dawned in his eyes. “Of course Sirene.” He said and continued to stare at me.

“Well, I’d prefer it wasn’t a spectator sport.” I said and he frowned.

“Yes of course. I forgot about these human needs you have, since vampires have no use for the bathroom for anything more, than showering or bathing.”

“So you don’t need to go to the toilet?” I was surprised, but then I guess it wasn’t exactly something I’d considered before.

“No my beauty. You forget I think that I’m dead. The only thing I need is blood and sex. Without those two things I would slowly wither away and die but it would be a long, drawn out death. Now, I shall give you a moment to take care of your human needs and please open the door again when you are ready for me to come back inside.” He bowed slightly to me and walked from the room.

Fabian

Fabian passed the washcloth gently over Sirene’s stomach as he sat behind her in the bath. She was between his legs, her head back against his chest while he had his legs over hers as they enjoyed the warm water that surrounded them in the huge circular bath.

He’d added bath oils so the scent of vanilla rose in the steam around them and Sirene seemed to be relaxed and enjoying herself. He wasn’t quite as relaxed. His mind was turning over and over again after their conversation, and he still didn’t know what he was going to do after what he’d learned.

She was a witch, a fucking witch and that never ended well for him. He still didn’t know if she was another link to his past as Allegra had been, or whether she was just a witch, independent, a coincidence.

He’d had to deal with Katarina coming after him through Allegra and he’d taken care of that situation. Killing someone as beautiful as she had been and even killing his own son, a vampire, one of his own kind had not been an easy decision, but a necessary one.

Finally when he’d thought everything was ok, that any threat to his existence had been removed, along came Sirene to fuck him over again, both literally and figuratively.

He should just remove the problem that she could be to him; kill her. Fuck, it would be so easy. He could choke her as she sat in the bath with him now, he could feed from her and not stop until he’d drained her. She was potentially dangerous to him, especially as she was working for clients unknown.  She had already shown what she was capable of. She’d done something to Cassandra and Chloe so he could not use them for sex any more. Cassandra was no longer an empty shell of a human; her brain fried from all the mind control. Then there was tonight’s little stunt where he’d thought his cock or balls were going to blow up from being unable to come. It was perfectly clear that Sirene was not only a powerful witch but she was also dangerous to him. She was a threat to his very existence and after so many centuries on this planet, he had no desire to lose his life now.

So why was it that he was here, in the bath, bathing her? Was she making him soft? Fuck her, but she had unmanned him once, reducing him to tears in her presence, which embarrassed the hell out of him just thinking about it. He still had no idea what she had planned for him, and yet begrudgingly he couldn’t deny that she both fascinated him and attracted him. She was challenging, sexy, smart mouthed, witty but most of all, she exhibited no fear around him. That should make him even more nervous. She was unpredictable; he couldn’t control her, but having her answer him back, her banter, her total lack of respect for him was a massive turn on. She had the ability to drive him crazy and she didn’t need to use witchcraft to do that.

For the first time in centuries he’d met a woman who made him feel something again. He liked her, he wanted her, yet she confused him and confounded him. She was different; she was exciting and the fact he felt anything more than the need to fuck and feed from her, made him nervous. Sirene was the first woman who had truly piqued his interest, who made him think beyond one night with her, and he hadn’t felt like that in over 500 years. No woman since Carmella, had made him desire her enough to want her in his life for more than one night.

Of course he’d fucked women more than once. Cassandra and Chloe had served him on many occasions, but not once, had he ever wanted them to remember their time with him. Sirene was different, he sensed it. Ok, he couldn’t mind control her anyway, but a part of him definitely didn’t want her forgetting he’d fucked her. He really did want, what he’d thought earlier. He wanted to be that one man that was the best fuck she’d ever had and he sure as hell wanted her to remember that fact.

With gentle strokes he passed the wash cloth between her legs, cleaning away his cum from her, and as he cleaned her, all he could do was think of filling her again. Just thinking about sinking into her wet heat, was enough for him to start hardening against her back. He wanted her again. He wanted her filled with him, smelling of him. He wanted to mark her, brand her, but he didn’t want to think too hard about why he felt like that, because he knew, down deep inside, that the answer may very well scare the hell out of him.

Chapter Eight

Fabian

Once Fabian had taken the time to wash Sirene and she seemed quite relaxed given their circumstances, they climbed out of the bath and he dried her. His desire to care for her, to do anything for her confused him. He didn’t do anything for anyone. He was a user. He took from others, he didn’t give to others and yet here he was drying her. He was taking care of her.

As he dried her, he studied her image in the mirrors of the bathroom. God, she was beautiful. So petite in comparison to him, so delicate, yet she was far from fragile. Bending his head, he nibbled his way up her neck, feeling her shiver from his touch. Her head dropped back, resting on his chest, her eyes closing, and Fabian watched her nipples harden, tightening into hard, puckered peaks.

His cock jerked in reaction to her growing arousal and he knew he needed to bed her again. Swinging her up into his arms, smiling when she gave a squeal of protest, he carried her through the house until he reached his room again. Once he’d stepped inside and shouldered the door shut, he tossed her onto the bed before climbing on and straddling her legs.

“Now it’s going to be your turn to find out how it feels to want to come and not be able to. I can’t do it the same way that you did it to me. I wasn’t denying myself the release. It was as if something was holding it back, so I can’t replicate that, but I can build you up and then deny you. Are you game my beauty?”

With a defiant tilt of her chin she met his eyes. “Bring it on.”

“As you wish.” He said, lowering his head until his lips were against her neck. His fangs lowered and with one bite, he buried them in her vein, feeling the warm sweetness flood his mouth. Sirene cried out, her body arching off the bed but he pulled away from her, not feeding long enough to make her possibly orgasm, since the act of taking blood from a human could often bring them to climax.

He pulled his fangs from her neck and immediately took one of her nipples into his mouth, laving it with his tongue, sucking and flicking it until it was a hard peak, before turning his attention to her other one. Sirene shifted restlessly, her back arching, a tiny mewing sound coming from her throat.

When both of her nipples were hard and wet from his mouth, he abandoned them, kissing and licking his down her body. Before he even got to her smooth, hairless mound, he could smell her, the scent of her arousal. Gently he spread her legs, settling between her thighs, pausing for a moment to stare at the beauty of her wet, glistening folds and her wanton, needy cunt.  

Using his fingers to hold her open to him, he slowly licked up her seam from her tight little asshole to her clit and back again. Sirene’s hips rose up, pressing more firmly against his mouth and he smiled to himself. Briefly he blew on her sensitive tissues, watching her skin rise up in goose bumps in reaction. Several more times he repeated the moves, hearing her breathing hitch with every touch, every breath on her.

Fabian stiffened his tongue, stabbing it into her, mimicking what he’d be doing with his cock soon before moving higher to suck on her clit. Over and over he worked on her, hearing her little throaty gasps as she started to shift restlessly under his mouth. He didn’t let up on her though, licking and sucking at her, driving her closer and closer to her orgasm.

He felt her tense, her breathing loud in the room and he knew she was teetering on the edge now. With one more lick through her folds and around her swollen clit, he pulled back, waiting for her reaction. It didn’t take her long.

“Fuck you, you bastard.” She cried, writhing on the bed, rolling her pelvis and trying to bring her legs together. He wouldn’t let her though, grabbing her thighs and pinning her down. His forced restraint of her body led to another round of swearing and he chuckled. For someone so tiny and feminine looking she could swear like a truckie.

“What’s wrong my beauty?” He asked his lips curving up with amusement despite his attempt to keep his expression neutral. “What happened to bring it on, and you getting all challenging with me? Could it possibly be that you have had this brief taste of how it feels to be denied your release, and is it possible that you don’t like that feeling my little witch?” He mocked.

“You’ve made your point you arse, I won’t deny you coming again, ok? Now make me come.” She snapped, her eyes flashing angrily at him.

He simply shook his head. “Oh no sweetheart, you don’t get off that lightly. I seem to remember it was about three times I got to the point of coming and then couldn’t? The question is, do I punish you to the same number, or should I prove to you that I’m vampire and we too have learned the art of torture and make you suffer longer?” He ran his fingers over his lips as he studied her, pretending to give it some serious thought.