Passion By Control (Passion Series Book 2) (4 page)

He met Fran’s eyes. “Very much and I will have her. I will fuck and feed from her. Something tells me, once will not be enough and I will simply fuck her again, until I no longer desire her. There is something about her though, something that draws me to her, that makes me want her.” He admitted.

“Tread carefully my sire; you know what happened last time you desired a woman. She ended up having powers that were dangerous to you. She was a wildcard. She may very well have killed you, had her and my poor Nicky not been killed in that awful plane crash.” Fran’s face showed a momentary flash of pain.

Fabian kept his expression neutral. He’d never revealed the truth behind the accident that killed Allegra and Nick, and he never would. Not even to Francesca, the one he was closest to out of his vampire progeny. For all her brash, not giving a shit attitude, she did have a soft spot for Nick and if she knew the truth, she would not take it well.  

She was right though, with her warning. He had to be careful. He had only ever lusted over two women. The kind of lust that consumed him, and had him almost willing to do anything, to get between their thighs and neither had ended well. Carmella had died and her mother had cursed him, a curse which he’d managed to avoid the consequences of for 500 years, until Allegra. God, Allegra, how he’d desired her but she had been Dominick’s.

He had tried to control her, make her his, to fuck her, but he should have known, he should have guessed when he couldn’t control her mind, that she was going to be trouble, and she was. When she’d become vampire, the true nature of her abilities had been unleashed, and she’d nearly killed him. He couldn’t accept her written agreement to leave and not be a threat to him. He’d had no choice but to take matters into his own hands, and remove the danger she posed, permanently.  

She was no longer a threat to him and his position, and he’d survived the seven months since the deaths of Allegra and Nick by pretending to give a shit about Cassandra. He started going to her home, the home that had been willed to her by Allegra and he’d wormed his way in. He pretended he cared, he’d gained her trust and then he’d started using her as a regular source of blood and to fuck if he couldn’t be bothered going out to hunt for a woman to his liking.

“Well Lucian and I will go and find our own entertainment Fabian. Have fun.” Fran’s words drew his attention back to her, and she smirked at him, spinning on her heels and leaving him alone with the two women.

He waited until the car pulled away from the kerb before walking into the house. He didn’t waste time on small talk and immediately put both Cassandra and Chloe under a mild form of mind control. He didn’t want them too deep; he needed them compliant but not comatose. He had no desire to spend time with either woman really; they were merely a means to an end for him. Tonight he wanted them to take the edge off his desire. They were nothing more than vessels for his cock when he couldn’t have the dark haired beauty; he really wanted to be balls deep in right now.

“Take your clothes off.” He ordered them and watched as they complied. They were both attractive women, and naked their bodies certainly satisfied his needs, but not tonight. Tonight it was her that filled his mind and just thinking about her instantly hardened his cock.  

“Bend over the kitchen bench.” He told Chloe, watching her move into position, he curvy little ass pointing up towards him. Smoothing the palm of his hand over the soft skin of one buttock, he opened his jeans with his other hand, pulling his painfully hard cock out.

His fingers slipped between her legs and he smiled. Chloe never disappointed. She was wet and ready for him. With his fingers biting into her hip to hold her steady, he lined himself up behind her, guiding his erection towards her wet heat. Once, twice he grazed the swollen head through the moisture, before taking himself firmly in hand and with one fluid thrust, he watched himself disappear into her hot, tight, little cunt.

She moaned as he filled her and he paused for a moment, savouring her warmth. Slowly, he ran his palms up her back, over the smooth expanse of skin as she stood legs spread, and bent over for him. For just a moment he allowed himself to pretend it was Sirene’s back he was caressing, and her cunt that was wrapped around his cock.

Grasping her hips firmly, he began to move; slowly at first. He quite often enjoyed tormenting himself, dragging out his desire, to get that even more satisfying release, but he wasn’t in the mood for that tonight. He just wanted to come and get the hell out of there.

Shifting his hands to either side of her body, gripping the cold marble benchtop, he began to pound into her. There was nothing gentle about his actions. He thrust like an animal, grunting every time their bodies slammed together. He could hear Chloe’s gasps as he fucked her, each thrust of his hips, pressing her into the kitchen bench. He groaned softly when he felt the pressure building, his pleasure escalating. His eyes dropped to Chloe and he frowned when he saw her blonde hair. That was wrong, he wanted raven hair.

Desperate to lose himself in the fantasy, he closed his eyes so he could focus on the image in his mind of Sirene. Her beauty, that air of mystery surrounding her and he responded to the picture in his head by slamming harder into Chloe.  He wanted Sirene and he didn’t like waiting. He wasn’t going to spend too much time doing shit like this; stuffing his cock in one woman while his mind pictured him fucking another.

He continued pounding into Chloe, not caring that he was being unnecessarily rough with her. He just wanted to get off but his orgasm was proving elusive when his head was filled with images of the raven haired beauty.  He was going to need more since these two just weren’t doing it for him. He could trick his cock into believing it was in Sirene, but his head was not so easily fooled. Impatiently he turned to Cassandra.

“Here, now.” He ordered, instructing her to penetrate his ass while he fucked Chloe. When he felt the brush of her fingers against him, he growled, but when she breeched his strong ring of muscles and pushed into him, straight away rubbing her fingertips over his prostate, his fangs descended.

He groaned as she caressed him, his movements slowing, his hips circling as he ground himself into Chloe. His cock swelled until it was like an iron bar, his balls growing tight and he dropped his head, nibbling along her shoulder, until he couldn’t control himself any more and sank his fangs into her.

Chloe responded with a scream, just before he felt her clench tightly, followed by the warmth and wetness of her orgasm. As she came, the walls of her cunt squeezed him, rippling along the length of him, and finally pushed him over the edge.

His body tensed briefly turning to stone, before he jerked, a huge shudder tearing through him. Ripping his fangs from Chloe, blood dripping over her ass, he bellowed, his head flung back as he felt his release explode from the end of his cock.

With pleasure scorching through him, controlling him as he emptied himself into her, filling her with his cum, marking her, owning her, he jammed his eyes tightly shut, flashes of Sirene showing behind his eyelids.

When he finally pulled out of her, his cock still red and swollen, glistening from Chloe’s juices and his own cum, he turned, flipping Cassandra around, until she too, was bent over the kitchen bench. His fingers scooped up some cum from Chloe which he then used, to lube up Cassandra’s ass. When he was satisfied she was wet enough to let him gain entry, he lined his cock up, pressing firmly against the tight ring of muscles.

She pressed back, enough to open and relax to him, and with a hiss between his clenched teeth, his highly sensitised cock, surged into her, plunging deep into her ass.

He moaned, loving the feel of the firm muscles around him. Fuck he loved a tight little ass and Cassandra certainly had one of those. She was gripping him so hard; it was like having his cock in a vice.  

He dug his fingers into her hips, holding her firmly as he settled into a punishing rhythm, driving hard into her over and over. As he felt himself about to come again, he buried his fangs into her shoulder and took his fill just as she moaned and climaxed, her body tightening, the increased pressure of her ass clamping around him, making him bite harder.

Fabian’s excitement grew as the scent of her orgasm rose around them, the warm, sweet blood flooding his mouth and the tightness of her ass gripping his cock. “FUCK!” He screamed as he exploded again, riding out another wave of intense pleasure. When the last of his release pumped into Cassandra, he dropped over her back for a moment, feeling his cock finally beginning to soften within her.

Straightening, he pulled out of her, watching his cum welling out of her ass. He loved to see that. It was a clear mark of ownership. He had marked her, he owned her and to see cum spilling from her ass proved he owned her, inside and outside.

Still as he stepped back from her, pulling his jeans up, his gaze shifting between the two women who were both looking well and truly fucked now, he felt a hollow kind of victory at having claimed them both and marked them. They were his ‘settle’ fucks. The one he really wanted to mark, to drink from and to watch his cum running, from every orifice of her body, was probably right now, home and sleeping in her bed.

Pushing the flash of frustration aside, he fed them both some of his blood to repair his attack on their bodies, gave them false memories and fought to hide his amusement when he saw their expressions alter, Chloe’s in particular, lighting up with delight.

Damn, humans were so easy; it was too easy to fuck with them, to fuck with their minds. Still, when his gaze shifted to Cassandra and he saw the more vacant look behind her eyes, he knew he was going to have to stop this shit sooner or later. She was definitely starting to show signs of him over doing it with her. She could very well end up going the same way as Carmella had, all those years ago, and times were different now. It would be harder to dispose of a body today. The last thing he needed was an unexplained human death, possibly drawing attention to him and his family. No, he needed to find fresh blood. Immediately Sirene’s face filled his head again and he struggled not to growl with frustration. He wanted her. He wanted to feed from her but more than anything else, he wanted to fuck her; he wanted to come in her and over her. He wanted to mark every inch of her body. He wanted to make it clear to anyone, without them even needing to ask, that she was his. He shivered, feeling that tiny thread of something up his spine when he thought of her. Something was different with her. He wasn’t sure why exactly, but something told him that one fuck or even one night of fucking her was never going to be enough.

Sirene

On Sunday, two days after meeting her, I made my way to Cassandra’s house so I could take a look at the room she had for rent. Hopefully she would be happy to have me move in, as it would serve several purposes.

I could travel with Chloe to and from work sometimes or her with me, and I would be able to keep an eye on both ladies as my gut instinct told me Fabian was using them for sex and blood. He’d used Cassandra far more though. That would explain why she seemed almost in a semi drugged out state most of the time.

Living in her home would also give me the chance to get to know Fabian better and see if he ever tried the mind control on me. Hell, I honestly didn’t know if I could be mind controlled, but my guess was no. I was a witch, I should be able to mind control him, fuck I could control any part of him and the possibilities of that, brought a smile to my face.

I amused myself with ideas as to what I could do to him on my drive to Cassie’s home. Maybe I could turn him into a limp dick? That would be the ultimate hell for a man, but a vampire like Fabian? He’d sooner be dead was my guess. Then again I could give him a permanent hard on and never let him reach sexual gratification? I could only imagine what that would be like for him. To be hard all the time, desperate to come and not being able to? Fuck this could be fun. ‘You’re one sick bitch,’ that little voice inside chastised me. Ignoring it, I continued day dreaming about things to do to him until finally I pulled up outside a large two storey home.

It was an older home but well maintained and as I stared up at it, I realised I was looking at Allegra’s family home, the home she’d willed to Cassandra. If things had been different she might still own her family home and perhaps Cassie would have been happier. One thing for sure, Fabian would not be messing with hers or Chloe’s minds if Allegra and Dominick hadn’t been forced to leave the country. Of course Fabian didn’t know they had left. He thought he’d had them killed in a plane crash. It had been orchestrated to appear that an upset maintenance crew member had tampered with the plane which brought it down. What he didn’t know is that Dominick had anticipated his sire wanting them dead and he’d booked two planes so they left on the second flight while the first one unfortunately came down.

Oh yes, that cocky assed, fucking gorgeous, sexy, bastard vampire was going to have to pay. My objective wasn’t to kill him. My clients didn’t want him dead. They’d largely moved on and were happy in their new home. It was only when they had met me, they saw an opportunity to exact some sort of revenge on Fabian. I was their best shot because of what I was, and the fact that I most likely could not be influenced by mind control.

Fabian apparently had spent his vampire life, fucking with others, destroying others and messing with the minds of others. He got off on being an asshole basically, and he had even tormented his own son, trying to steal Allegra away from him. Neither of my clients wanted him to die. It would create a mess and leave the other vampires without someone to keep them in line, and Fabian, for all his faults, did do that and well, apparently. No, I was just simply to fuck with him, to hurt him, to undermine his comfort and control; I had been given the green card to messing with him as much as I wished. All I had to do was make sure the bastard suffered. He was to feel pain, real pain, despair; he was to end up, fucked up.