Passion By Control (Passion Series Book 2) (7 page)

I shrank back to the side but he must have seen me as he lifted one hand and waved to me. Even in the darkness his eyes burned with that strange pale stare and I felt my heart skip a beat, before beginning to pound in my chest. He’d seen me and acknowledged me the arrogant bastard. What was I going to do to him? I’d won this round. He couldn’t hurt my housemates anymore but what to do with him next?

I watched him turn and walk away disappearing into the night, and a slow smile spread over my face, as an idea began to formulate in my head. He was an asshole, I knew that. Getting involved with someone I was supposed to ruin was not wise, but I wanted him. Dammit for feeling the way I did, but I wanted him. I wanted to be fucked by him.

It was the idea that popped into my head that made me decide that I would go ahead and take what I wanted. I could use him but still fuck him right up. I hadn’t had sex in a very long time. I wanted to have sex and something told me, sex with Fabian would be incredible.

I could have incredible, mind blowing sex and make sure; I fucked him over really well at the same time. The more I thought about it, the more I decided it was the perfect solution. Oh it would really piss him off. It was genius; it was exactly what that arrogant asshole needed.

As my head filled with images of him in the grip of what I had planned for him, I grinned. My grin became a chuckle, which in turn became laughter, and before I knew it, I was doubled over, laughing so hard, tears welled over and began to stream down my cheeks.

Hell, this assignment was suddenly sounding a lot better. It was going to be fun, and hopefully extremely pleasurable. Well, pleasurable for me, maybe not so much for Fabian, and as I thought of it again, I buckled over in another round of uncontrollable laughter.

Fabian

Fabian was pissed, confused, frustrated, hungry and seriously pissed. What the fuck just happened? Something was definitely up in Cassandra’s home. Something was up with Cassandra herself. Suddenly the woman who looked like she’d been lobotomized was all animated and bloody well back to normal? How could that be? He thought she might have been mourning and that her cloud of depression had lifted. That she was now fine and he hadn’t nearly made her brain dead from too much mind control.

The more he thought about it though, the more he realised, that didn’t seem right. It was too sudden anyway. She’d gone from dull, dreary and nearly dead to cheery, happy go lucky in a couple of days? No, that didn’t seem right at all.

Then there was the agony he’d suffered. What had caused it? Why had it only happened when he’d tried to mind control the ladies? Why the fuck had it been a stabbing pain in his cock? Fuck that hurt. His poor cock still throbbed and nothing killed a raging hard on faster than stabbing pain shooting through it.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He snapped, slamming his fist into the mailbox of someone’s house, as he headed home and the post it was on snapped, causing it to crash noisily to the ground. “Fuck!” He mouthed off again and increased his pace. He needed to get out of this area and he needed to find someone to feed from.  

He was so pissed and he sure as fuck wanted answers. What the hell was going on in that house? What was different? What had caused things to change? He fumed as he sped towards the city and then it hit him, Sirene. She was the different thing in that house, and he already suspected something was different about her, although he couldn’t figure out what. She wasn’t scared of him or intimidated by him that was for sure. Sometimes people were because of his size but Sirene was different and there was something in her eyes, a look that he didn’t altogether trust. Something was going on with her, and as much as he wanted her, he had to find out what, and soon.

Finally he made it into the city and headed for the nearest night club, his nostrils flaring when he smelt all that wonderful sweet blood, mixed with the scent of arousal. He grinned, mix humans with alcohol and their need to fuck was heightened. It was the same for vampires but the blood was like the alcohol. When they fed, they wanted to fuck. The two went hand in hand.

That’s exactly what he wanted now; blood and sex. He needed to find a willing woman he could feed from, but one he could fuck too. He did feel a moment’s uneasiness at the thought of trying to mind control a woman to use for his needs. Would it hurt again, or was it just Cassandra and Chloe that caused the blinding pain when he tried to control them?

As he headed downstairs into the packed and noisy night club, he glanced around at the young blood filled women. Once he found exactly the kind he was looking for, he would know soon enough, if the pain he suffered was only connected to Cassie and Chloe.  

It didn’t take long and he found a woman that looked suitable. She was clearly inebriated, leaning against the wall, her eyes partially closed. She was tiny, about the same height as Sirene; dark hair which as he drew closer to her, he could see had streaks of red and purple through it. Her skin looked pale under the club’s lighting and a faint sheen of perspiration gave her face a slightly shiny look.

“Can I get you a drink?” He asked her and she stared up at him, her eyes suddenly widening when she got her first real look at him. Fabian had to fight not to smirk at her expression. It was always the same shit. They were dazzled by his appearance, proving women too, could be shallow creatures. They were so ready to fuck him and follow him anywhere, bore him with details of their lives, like he even gave a fuck. They didn’t know him or what he was, as he only revealed that he was vampire to women who looked like they could cope with that information. They either took the news well, and in some cases acted like he was fucking Edward Cullen to their Bella or they began screaming hysterically. It didn’t really matter how they reacted anyway. None of them would remember him the next day. He always made sure of that. He wasn’t interested in a relationship; he had no desire to be stuck fucking and feeding from only one woman. He loved variety, he loved women, and he’d proven that by fucking and feeding his way through as many as he could over the centuries. None had ever made him want them for something longer, or more meaningful, not since Carmella.

An image of Sirene flashed through his mind. She was different, he wanted her, and he suspected he would want her more than once. Now was not the time to be thinking of her though. She could wait.

He turned his attention back to the petite woman in front of him and once her eyes met his, he quickly put her under mind control, relieved when it didn’t hurt him. With a hand to her elbow, he steered her up the stairs and out of the club. When he found a laneway between two buildings that was shrouded in darkness, he pulled her down it, since it would give him the privacy he needed.

Pressing her up against the brick wall of the building, he reached under her dress, sliding his fingers up her thigh until he reached her panties.

He lowered his head and kissed her, forcing her lips apart and dipping his tongue inside but the taste of the alcohol was overpowering and he tore his lips from hers again, shuddering in disgust.

His fingers tugged on her panties until he heard the fabric tear, and he whipped the scrap of satin and lace out from under her dress, tossing it to the ground. Hastily he pulled his zip down, releasing his straining cock and with one hand holding her dress out of his way, he lined himself up drove into her, hearing her cry out at his rough invasion.

She wasn’t wet enough for him, but he had no intention of spending time trying to get her off first. She was tight too, so tight, it was not easy getting his cock into her, but he didn’t care. She meant nothing to him; he’d never see her again. Bracing his hands either side of her against the brick wall, he began to thrust hard, hearing her moan. The smell of blood filled his nostrils and he breathed it in, the scent of it, exciting him. Fuck, she must have been a virgin.

With the smell of the blood driving him crazy, virginal blood too, which had a scent all of its own, and the tightness of her cunt squeezing him, his lips found her neck and when his fangs lowered, he buried them into her vein, groaning when her warm blood filled his mouth.

He fed hungrily and as he fed he fucked until finally he reared back, growling at the intensity of it and began to come, pumping into the young woman. When he’d finally emptied himself deep inside her, he pulled out before biting into his wrist and force feeding her some of his blood.

While she stood, swaying and shaking hard as if in delayed shock, Fabian tucked himself back in his jeans and pulled up his zip. He led the woman to the sidewalk and with a few quietly spoken words in her ear; he turned on his heel and left her to find her own way back to the club.

Sirene

“Dammit would you believe the bloody band we had booked for tonight has fucking well cancelled?” Tony, the owner and manager of the club where I worked stormed through where Chloe and I sat as we waited to start our shifts in half an hour.

“What? Damn, sorry to hear that Tony. What will you do now?” I asked him, trying to keep my expression sympathetic while inside I was jumping up and down and fist pumping.

The band had cancelled. What a shame but I guess a bad dose of gastro enteritis will cause that. I struggled to keep my face neutral but I was tired of waitressing, I wanted to sing and this was my chance to show Terry I could do it and not use witchcraft to get what I wanted. Well, not much. I mean the band might have contracted gastro all by themselves, right? It didn’t mean it was entirely my fault they were all sick.

“So what will you do?” I asked waiting nervously to see what he was going to say.

“Fucked if I know Sirene. Anyway, don’t you worry about it, it’s not your concern.” He sounded impatient and his look that he cast my direction certainly looked that way.

“Well…actually…that’s what I wanted to speak to you about.” I began and Tony stopped and turned to me, his expression showing he was still really pissed off.

“What is it Sirene? Spit it out girl. I’m a busy man and I’m up shit creek now without a damned band for this evening.”

Before I lost my nerve, I just blurted out. “I can sing.”

Tony simply gaped at me for a moment before laughing. “Are you serious? You’re not trying to land yourself a gig here are you?”

“Well yes.” I said, trying not to let his look of disbelief annoy me. “Please Tony, I really can sing. Just let me show you. I can do this if you’ll just let me try, please.”

He looked at me for a few moments longer and I tried to read what was going on behind his eyes. Finally he shook his head. “You have five minutes. Come on, through to the auditorium. I think you’re crazy thinking you can take the place of my sick band, but as I said, you’ve got five minutes.”

With a deep sigh of relief I grinned at him. “Thank you Tony, you won’t be disappointed.” I went so far as to reach up and kiss his cheek.

“Don’t make me regret this.” He grumbled, his expression disgruntled but I had seen the flash of humour in his eyes. This was my chance to prove to him that I really could sing, that I could do this.

With a huge grin on my face, I hurried off to the auditorium, looking back once to make sure Tony was following me. This was my big chance and I knew I had to make sure I didn’t blow it.

Chapter Four

Fabian

Fabian was restless and hungry, not just for blood but for sex and when he walked into the club with Francesca at his side, he had one objective and one objective only. He was going after Sirene and for the first time in a very long time, he wanted to try and win her over without using mind control on her. Well, he’d probably try at some stage but not tonight. Tonight he needed to find out what the story was with her.

Something had happened to Cassandra that stunned him. The woman was no longer getting around like the shell of a human being, but most importantly, for some reason he couldn’t touch her anymore. He couldn’t mind control her without blinding pain to the fucking cock just to make it worse, and he’d been forced back to trolling for women to fuck and feed off and he was done with it.

He wanted Sirene, he burned with his desire for her but he wanted to know more about her, because he strongly suspected that she was responsible for Cassandra’s transformation and his inability to touch her anymore. It was too much of a coincidence.  Somehow what had happened had to be linked to the raven haired beauty. Which of course made him wonder what the hell was she?

He silently groaned. Not again, surely? First Allegra, now Sirene was possibly not entirely human. She sure looked human, smelled human and her heart beat, pumping that sweet blood of hers around that gorgeous body, he’d heard it. So what was she or was he reading more into all this?

Standing in the club with Francesca wasn’t going to get him any answers, he needed to speak with her, but as he glanced around, he couldn’t see her. She was supposed to be working tonight, Chloe had told him that.

He walked through the crowds towards the bar, but there was no sign of her. As he drew closer to the doors into the room where the live bands played, he could hear the loud beat of the music and there was a woman singing.

There was something about her voice. It was actually turning him on. It was strong, sensual and with that slightly husky, sexy quality to it. Fuck, he really needed to get laid if a voice singing was turning him on.