Passion For Hire (Passion #5)

by J. a Melville

  “I saw your new home Katherine and it’s beautiful. It’s a brand new two bedroom villa. There are other people that live in the complex but you don’t have to share your home with anyone else. There are all sorts of activities for you to do, and plenty of men and women for you to meet. You are happy there until you…” I fell silent, suddenly aware that I had been about to say too much. What I’d heard was not something I could share with her. We all knew the cancer would claim her eventually, but seeing the reality of it in the visions was difficult to bear.

  Fortunately no one seemed to notice my slip up and as the conversation returned to Fabian, Lucas and Katherine discussing her future, I stood up and walked out of the room. I needed to get outside, I wanted time to digest what I’d seen and heard.

  Once I was outside, I wandered around Adrian’s tranquil front garden that was totally closed off from the outside world by the high fence that dominated the property. There were paved pathways leading off in different directions so I chose one and followed it to the end. It finished beneath what I thought was a Weeping Willow tree and when I stepped under the low hanging branches; I found a wooden bench seat there.

  I sank down on it and leaned back, my mind filled with what I’d learned tonight about Katherine, and still wondering just what it was that would have Adrian as upset as I’d seen in my visions. The only problem was thinking of him made tears burn at the back of my eyes, and I didn’t want to shed any more tears for a man who didn’t want me. I needed to think about something else instead, but the only thing that came to mind was food. I needed to eat something soon.

  “Hiding from the world Faith?” I jumped, when I heard that deep, masculine voice nearby. I’d been so preoccupied with my thoughts that I hadn’t heard Adrian approach.

  “What do you want?” I asked him, torn between wanting to drink in the sight of his sheer beauty, but also wanting to reject him and hate him for how he’d hurt me, abandoning me in that motel.

  “I want to know what you saw when you touched my father and Katherine. You started to say something but stopped. What was it?”

  “It’s not your concern Adrian. Nothing to do with me is your concern. Why don’t you go back inside with the others and leave me alone?” I stood up to brush past him but he grabbed my wrist yanking me back. I stumbled slightly on the pavers, falling against him, clutching at his hard chest while I pulled myself upright again.

  His fingers bit into my arms. “Answer me Faith. What the fuck did you see? I know you saw something. I could see it in your eyes. What is wrong, what did you see?”

  I snorted. “What the fuck does it have to do with you? Why so interested in my visions now? You’ve never believed in them or paid attention to them before, so why now?”

  “Damn you Faith, just answer me.” He snapped, curling one hand into my hair so he could pull my head back, forcing me to meet his eyes.

  I didn’t answer him; I merely stared at him, trying not to let him see how much he affected me. The trouble was I could feel my gums tingling and when my fangs descended, I lunged at his neck and buried them deep in his vein, feeding hungrily.

  I heard him growl, his grip tightening on me, and as I fed I was aware of his erection digging into my hip. Frustrated, I ripped my fangs from him and raised my hands to his hair, dragging his face closer to mine.

  “Fuck you Adrian.” I cursed him, slamming my lips against his, forcing them apart where I shoved my tongue deep into his mouth. Something in my behaviour triggered an answering response in him and his arms closed around me, cupping my buttocks and grinding me against his arousal. We kissed like animals, out of control, rough, violent, using our mouths like weapons, abusing each other, hurting one another.

  Finally he pulled his lips from mine and I protested, wanting his mouth on mine again. “Adrian, please.” I murmured and his hands dropped to the waistband of my jeans. Hastily he opened them, shoving the denim down my legs, and although a part of me knew it was wrong to do this, that he would only hurt me again, I couldn’t help myself and kicked off my shoes. Somehow I only ended up removing my jeans from one leg, and my panties never stood a chance when Adrian jerked hard on them and the fragile fabric gave way.

  I heard the sound of his zipper being lowered and he lifted me into his arms where I felt the head of his cock nudging me. I wrapped my legs around him just as he lowered me onto him, and we both groaned as he slid deep inside me, filling me completely.

  I knew somehow that this was not going to be anything gentle or sweet; there was nothing romantic about it. This was fucking at its most basic. It was primal, uncontrolled, and animalistic. It was going to be punishingly brutal, and it was going to be exactly what I needed from him. I needed it to be just sex; I needed to feel like he was using me, abusing me. I needed to feel like he was doing me a service, because it was the only way I could let this beautiful vampire into my body and not let it take any more of a toll on my fragile heart; my poor silent and broken heart that longed for a man who didn’t want me.

  Groaning softly Adrian carried me to the high fence that surrounded his property and propped me against it before settling into a punishing rhythm, plunging deep inside, pushing me up the fence with the force of his thrusts.

  It was incredibly exciting, but bittersweet too. The sheer size of him, the friction of his body against mine, teasing and tantalising my clit, was hurtling me rapidly towards my orgasm. I longed for the release, that moment of nirvana when for a few moments I forgot how much this man had hurt me, I forgot everything that was going on around me, and for those few moments, I felt as close to this vampire as I could ever feel. For those few moments, we were as one. I longed for it, I wanted it, but I feared it too, because I knew, once I came, once he emptied himself in me, that all the heartache would be cruelly and painfully brought back to me, and once again, I would remember that he didn’t love me.

  Adrian grunted, lunging harder into me, and I cried out, my fingers delving into his hair, holding him as he pounded into me, the wall behind me, hard and hurting my back. Through my growing sexual haze I almost smiled at the brutal pace this brooding vampire had set. He could deny all he liked that he wanted me, but this was the first time he’d fucked me so totally and completely out of control. His mind was not ruling this; his body, his need and his instinct had taken over. It was incredibly exciting and yet heartbreaking to see and feel the effect I was having on him. Before I could think about it much longer though, Adrian bit into me and at the familiar pain, then pleasure, my orgasm exploded through me. I cried out, holding onto him like he was my lifeline as my body shuddered and convulsed in his arms, and my inner muscles clenched around him. He didn’t slow down as I rode out my climax; he kept thrusting into me and feeding from me, his pace unrelenting, despite the fact I was coming around him.

  I’d no sooner sagged in his arms, having been reduced to a quivering mess from the sheer force of my climax, when Adrian dragged his fangs from me. His head fell back, and he grunted loudly, the sound rough, torn from him. His face twisted as if he was in pain and with one final thrust, he held himself pressed to me, grinding his hips against mine and he came.

  I heard my name whispered over and over like a mantra; his cock jerking as he came deep inside me, in what felt like an endless release. I held him, savouring this time, knowing very well, this might be the last time I got to hold him, to pretend for just these few stolen moments, that he was mine. Of course it couldn’t last, and finally he settled, his body no longer in the grip of his orgasm. He rested against me, holding me up with my back still resting against the wall, his cock still in me, but beginning to soften. I knew as his body began to retreat from mine that it wouldn’t be long and his mind would be retreating too; he would be preparing for what he always did, he would be ready to run, he would leave me.

  “Adrian?” I spoke softly, wanting to break the lengthening silence between us.

  “Don’t Faith. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” He lowered my feet to
the ground and stepped back, tucking himself back into his jeans and zipping them up.

  His words didn’t surprise me. I’d expected them. His words shouldn’t have hurt me, but they did of course, but mostly his words just made me, furiously angry with him. Not letting on how I was feeling, I stepped back into my jeans, ignoring the fact I had no panties thanks to him, and that his cum was running down my legs like thick sluggish rivers. I pulled the denim over my hips and did them up, and only once I’d stepped back into my shoes did I raise my head to him.

  “So, it’s to be like this every time we fuck is it?” I ground out, unable to conceal the anger in my voice from him. “We fuck, you get your rocks off, and you remind me again how delusional I am for believing we are meant to be together, and then you run the fuck away.”

  “Don’t speak like that Faith, it sounds wrong coming from your sweet lips.”

  I laughed without humour. “I’m vampire Adrian, remember? I’m probably more vampire than you. You are nothing more than a hypocrite. You repeatedly deny that my visions could have any truth to them when it comes to you and me. Yet you seem to get off on fucking me, but then you run again and deny there’s anything between us. Of course, the funniest thing is, you won’t believe in my visions when it’s in relation to us. Now you want to know what I saw when I used Katherine and your father to see what the future held for her. Why would you want to know? You don’t believe in my visions, remember? You can’t be selective in your beliefs Adrian. You can’t believe for my visions for Katherine, but continue to deny my visions about us. You know what your problem is? You’re nothing but a damned coward. You could have it all. Your family loves you, everyone loves you dammit but you choose to play the role of Mr Fucking Miserable. Why? What is in this behaviour for you? What are you hiding from?”

  He stared at me for a moment, some fleeting expression crossing his face and I wondered what it was. “You think you know me from a few visions Faith? You don’t really know me at all. Stay the hell away from me, and stop trying to psychoanalyse me dammit.” He snapped, his tone sneering, almost cruel. This was a side to Adrian I’d never seen before.

  “Well stop fucking me!” I shouted back.

  Adrian opened his mouth as if to say something back, but suddenly we weren’t alone.

  “Son, please can you come back inside for a moment? You need to be here while we discuss a few more things with Katherine.” He looked between the two of us, his nostrils flaring, and I could tell he was sniffing at me. Damn, could he tell we’d just had sex? “Is everything alright?”

  “Everything’s fine.” He answered before I could say anything and with one final glance at me, he brushed past his father and headed back to the house.

  “Before I go back inside little one, you can tell me what you saw when you touched Katherine. Your expression although you did well trying to mask it, showed me that you saw something that upset you. Please, your secret is safe with me. What did you see?”

  I met Fabian’s watchful gaze. “There were no pictures only sound with her and I think…I think I witnessed her death. She has to go to that place I saw when I touched you. She’s not well and she’s running out of time. She needs to have some happiness while she still can.”

  Fabian squeezed my shoulder. “She will. Now are you coming back inside? I gather things are still very turbulent with my son although it’s obvious you two have fucked. You smell very strongly of it little one. Be patient with him. I think when he stops being so stubborn, and perhaps once he hears all Sirene and I have to say to him, he will stop being so hard on himself, and open himself to love. He can fight it all he wants but I do believe he cares for you Faith. Please, don’t give up on him.”

  He turned before I could say anything, and I chewed on my bottom lip, my mind turning over with what he’d said to me, as I watched Fabian walk back into the house.

  Once I was alone again, I started thinking about all that had happened tonight, what I’d seen and heard for Katherine, my time here in the garden with Adrian, the sex, the hot, all consuming sex with him and our fight afterwards. I wanted to do as Fabian asked, stay positive, don’t give up, but it was hard when Adrian could be so angry, almost hateful towards me. It was a side to him I’d never seen, and I wondered if we were truly meant to be together when I seemed to do nothing but bring out the worst in him all the time.

  I turned around; ready to reluctantly take myself back into the house when I noticed something gleaming in the moonlight. I stepped towards it for a closer look and realised it was a set of keys. I bent down, picking them up and saw immediately that it was the keys to the Trans Am. They must have fallen out of Adrian’s pocket when we’d had sex. I knew I’d better get them inside to him before he noticed they were gone, but as I turned them over in my hand, an idea began to take shape in my mind. I didn’t have to stay here, I could leave. I wasn’t sure where I wanted to go. Not home yet, but somewhere. Maybe I’d just drive, I wasn’t sure, but all I knew was I didn’t really want to go back in that house and face Adrian again. He’d been hurtful in his remarks to me, and it was getting harder and harder not to let the pain he was inflicting show on my face.

  With one more flip of the keys in my hand, my mind was made up. I was going to take the Trans Am for a drive and to hell with Adrian. He would have plenty of time to rant and rave at me later for taking his precious car. It was his fault. If he hadn’t used me for sexual relief, he wouldn’t have dropped his keys and I wouldn’t be here now, contemplating doing a runner in his car. I knew everyone would panic if I disappeared. Not so much because they gave a shit about me necessarily, but Fabian would be worried I’d lose control and feed off someone, or do something to draw attention to myself. Well, he needn’t worry. I had fed off Adrian, and as a half vampire the desire to feed was different. If I got hungry, I’d buy some food.

  Before anyone could come outside looking for me, I hurried to the gate in the imposing fence and quickly slipped through it, standing for a moment looking up and down the street. There were a few cars parked but no one was getting around, it was all quiet. The Trans Am wasn’t immediately outside the house, it was parked a couple of doors down which in my mind, was even better. Hopefully the fact it was parked down the road a bit would be enough that no one in the house would hear it. It was noisy and had a distinctive rumble but if I didn’t put my foot down, I might be able to sneak out of the neighbourhood undetected.

  I hurried to the Trans Am, unlocking it and climbing inside, the smell of the leather filling my nostrils mixed in with a scent which was undeniably Adrian. I started the engine and sat rigid, half expecting to see the gate in that imposing fence fly open, and for one pissed off vampire to rush at me, but there was nothing.

  I put the car in gear and slowly accelerated so the engine wouldn’t respond too loudly, and instead of driving past the house and risking being heard, I eased it right around and headed off in the opposite direction.

  I hadn’t been driving that long when I noticed headlights shining into the car behind me and I squinted trying to see if it was Fabian’s car, but it didn’t appear to be. The headlights stayed behind me as I drove all the way into the city of Hobart but when I turned off, heading towards the beach, the car behind me didn’t follow.

  Once I got to a section of beach which was well and truly secluded this time of night, I parked the Trans Am. I sat there for a little while, simply staring out into the darkness which was broken up only by the moonlight shining on the water, and the white foam of the waves as they crashed along the shore. I might have felt like I was completely alone, if it wasn’t for the other car parked further up the car park from me; something dark and unidentifiable to me.

  After a while I climbed out of the car and walked towards the few stairs that led down onto the beach. There was an area with a scattering of large rocks which I headed for, and that gave me a place to sit, think and watch the waves as they danced over the sand.

  I wasn’t sure how long I sat, thinki
ng, thinking of Adrian, remembering the visions I’d had of him, reliving the sex we’d had earlier. I was so caught up in my own thoughts I didn’t see the lone figure walking towards me until she was almost upon me.

  “Oh, I’m sorry; I thought I was alone out here tonight.” She said and I noticed she had a fairly pronounced accent. She looked at me and I could see she was an older woman, but quite beautiful despite the fact she had to be around forty or fifty years of age. I couldn’t make out her eye colour in the dark but her hair was long and slicked back in a tight, very severe bun on the back of her head.

  “It’s ok; I came out here to think.” I smiled at her, trying to ignore the sound of her heart beating and the faint whooshing sound of her blood pumping around her body. There was something unusual about her, something almost familiar, although I didn’t think I’d ever seen her before. It was just something I couldn’t put my finger on. She was smiling at me and seemed friendly enough and with all I had going on in my head, working out a stranger wasn’t that important to me.

  “Is it a man?” She asked. “It’s always a man. That’s why I’m here too, to think and work out what to do.”

  “Yeah, it’s a man. Isn’t it always?” I tried to make light of it and she laughed.

  “Oh darling, yes, these men are destined to drive us quietly insane.” She looked to the patch of rock alongside of me. “Do you mind if I join you?” She held up her bag. “I have chocolate and isn’t chocolate always that one thing that makes a broken heart feel better? Well, that and ice cream.”

  At the mention of chocolate, my interest was piqued. I hadn’t had chocolate in so long, and certainly not since I’d become vampire. This woman was a stranger, but didn’t they say that it was good sometimes to unload on someone we would never see again?

  “Of course you can.” I indicated the spot by my side and the woman gave me a grateful smile before sitting down. She was wearing some exotic smelling fragrance which teased my nostrils and there was some underlying scent which I couldn’t put my finger on. “My name is Faith.” I introduced myself.