Passion By Control (Passion Series Book 2)

by Melville, J. A

  “Lucian.” He spoke quietly. Lucian stepped forward and within seconds, he had Chloe under mind control. Her eyes were blank, her expression almost serene and he nodded to Lucian and Damien, watching as they took her and led her into the living room, stripping out of their clothing as they walked.

  Damien sat in one of the single seater lounge chairs and instructed Chloe to take his cock into her mouth. She bent over the arm of the chair and her lips closed over him. While her head bobbed up and down sucking on him, Lucian grabbed her hips from behind and with one smooth lunge, he thrust into her.

  Fabian watched them for a while, feeling his cock stirring in his jeans. So Sirene hadn’t ruined him completely with her stupid stunts, but he wasn’t interested in joining in with them, certainly not yet anyway. His eyes shifted up, picturing her sleeping in her bed, and he knew he had to get upstairs before she possibly woke and came down.

  He preferred that she not see what was taking place in the living room. With the garbled sounds coming from Chloe, as Damien’s cock was pushed deeper into her mouth with every thrust of Lucian’s hips, it was possible that the noise from the fucking would wake her anyway.

  He needed to get upstairs now, and had just started to head for the stairs when Chloe suddenly pulled away from Damien’s cock and screamed as she reached her orgasm. Fabian spun around to them again. “For fuck sakes keep her quiet, I don’t want her waking Sirene.” He ordered, watching as Damien pushed her back down until his cock was deep in her mouth.

  With the noise reduced at least for now, Fabian quietly climbed the stairs to the upper level of the house.

  Sirene

  I wasn’t sure what woke me, perhaps just the smallest sound, but I lay there quietly in the darkened room, my ears straining to listen for some sort of noise. Something sounded like it was muffled downstairs but that was probably the TV. Chloe was home and alone since Cassie was away, and with me sleeping, I wasn’t exactly keeping her company.

  I must have been tired. I could see it was dark, so I’d slept for hours. The way I was going I’d end up living to vampire time at this rate. As soon as I thought of vampires, I thought of last night and what I’d done to Fabian. The familiar guilt flowed through me and I silently cursed. Fuck it had all gone so wrong. I was supposed to hate him, to punish him, torment and torture him but it had well and truly backfired on me.

  Ok, I’d done it. I’d used a couple of spells on him and he’d suffered, I’d seen it for myself, but what I hadn’t counted on, was how it would leave me feeling. I was fucked, it was fucked; everything was fucked. I was suffering too. That was the joke in all of this. The tormenter had become the tormented.

  Even if I could get near Fabian again to mess with him, although choking the life right out of me was probably about the only contact he’d want with me now, I didn’t want to do anything more to him. It was wrong and he was an arse, but I liked him. Maybe I just had a thing for assholes? All I knew for sure was I couldn’t do anything more to him. I was going to have to contact my clients and tell them I couldn’t continue working for them. There was nothing else I could do.

  What the hell was I going to do about Fabian? It was all so confusing for me. For a while last night, he’d acted like he cared about me. I knew enough about him, to know he was a parasite. He used anyone and did anything to look after his own sexy hide. Chances were he’d been using me. I was just blood and sex for him, and yet, even once he knew what I was, even after that first spell, he’d treated me surprisingly well. He’d bathed me and dried me so gently after, and I couldn’t really imagine him doing that too often.

  I should have known, when that little voice inside told me I couldn’t go through with it, I should have stopped, but no, I’d put that second spell on him and fucked everything. Well, I’d done my job for that first round of fucking with him, but I couldn’t do it to him again. I was too invested, too close, to do my job. I had no chance of him ever forgiving me. Killing me was probably the only thing on his agenda right now, but the job was over for me. I couldn’t do it, I’d failed.

  I raised my hand to my cheek in the darkness and felt the tenderness there from when Fabian had hit me last night. God, he’d been so angry and his face filled with such hatred. I could have lived with his anger. I’d hurt him; I’d attacked his manhood, but the thing that had upset me the most was that ice cold stare he’d given me when he ordered me from his home. I’d never in my entire life had someone look at me the way he had and that was what hurt the most now.

  God I was such a fool. How could I like someone like him? He was a vampire, a blood sucking parasite. He used women; he didn’t care about anyone but himself. Hell, the reason I was even here was because I’d been sent by the two vampires he’d tried to have killed. He’d sired one and desired the other, and yet had ruthlessly decided to dispense with them? How the hell could I like him?

  It wasn’t just the incredible sex; I’d seen that he had a softer, gentler side to him. It was that and his wit, his intelligence, all of that combined was what made me like him. None of it mattered now anyway. I’d fucked it; I had no one to blame but myself.

  Somehow it suddenly all seemed too much. Maybe it was just fatigue, or a moment of weakness. Maybe it was hormonal. I got more emotional when I was closer to that time of the month, but as I lay there in the darkness, I felt unexpected tears spring to my eyes, and I didn’t even bother trying to fight them. I rolled over onto my side and with my face against my pillows, I gave in to the sadness I felt inside, and began to sob quietly to myself.

  Fabian

  Fabian sat quietly on the lounge chair in Sirene’s bedroom and contemplated all the ways he could make her pay for what she’d done to him. Death would have been the most effective at removing the very real problem that she was. Last night she’d made him so angry. He would have enjoyed watching her die as he squeezed the life right out of her. He wanted her to pay for the pain, humiliation and torment she’d subjected him to but now, since he’d had time to sleep on it, he wasn’t so sure he could take her life. Damn her, she made him weak. Despite everything, she’d affected him enough that sitting here in her room now, in a perfect position to take her life, and he couldn’t fucking well do it.

  Of course he could get someone else to do it for him that was the most obvious thing to do. She would be gone, problem erased, so why did thoughts of her gone forever make his stomach tighten? Even when the images of what he endured last night flashed through his head, he still couldn’t get up and go choke the life right out of her. She was a lying bitch, and the greatest bane of his life, a bloody witch. So why was he sitting here procrastinating like a fucking pussy?

  “You are so fucked up.” He thought to himself. How could he have let a damn woman get to him like this? He’d remained immune to them for 500 fucking years and now this tiny scrap of a woman generated the first real interest he’d felt in centuries, and she had to be a fucking witch. He wasn’t joking when he’d said that never ended well.

  He was pulled from his tormented thoughts by what sounded like a muffled sob from the bed, and he listened for a moment. The sound came again and he realised it was. Sirene was crying and every single thought that had crossed his mind to torture her, harm or kill her, was instantly wiped from his mind.

  He stood and quietly moved towards the bed, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet. Once he was by her side, standing there in the darkness, he had no idea what to do next. He didn’t know what to make of the feelings coursing through his body, but for all she’d done to him and no matter how angry she’d made him, he suddenly found himself overcome with a need to protect and comfort her. What the fuck was going on with him? This damned woman was making him soft.

  Sirene

  I don’t know what it was that made me suddenly realise I wasn’t alone. Just a feeling I guess and I tensed up, straining to see into the darkness, but I was only a witch, I didn’t have the ability to see at night.

  I reached across to turn on the beds
ide light and when I flicked the switch, there he was; it was Fabian.

  I stared up at him, so shocked at first to see him, I didn’t even think of casting a quick spell to protect myself; I just looked at his beautiful features that were shimmering and blurring from my tears. My lips trembled, not so much with fear, but from my crying, which I couldn’t seem to get under control, even with him standing over me, probably contemplating all the ways he was going to kill me.

  He dropped to his haunches by my side, reaching out to cup my cheek in his large hand sweeping his thumb along under my eye, wiping away my tears. He switched hands, repeating the action, wiping away my tears from under my other eye, but when he grazed over my sore cheek from where he’d hit me last night, I flinched.

  Fabian turned my face to the light and his eyes closed briefly at what he must have seen. I already knew, since I’d seen my cheek earlier before I’d gone back to bed, and there was some swelling and redness to it.

  “What are you doing here Fabian? Have you come to kill me?” I asked nervously.

  “If you had asked me that last night my petite one, I would have said yes. You have no idea how much I wanted to come and make you pay for what you had done to me. You are lucky that I chose to sleep on it rather than act on my first instincts.” He said.

  “So you’re not here to kill me?” I raised hopeful eyes to him.

  “You know I was still undecided when I came here tonight. I am angry with you Sirene. You hurt me and humiliated me and I’m a proud man. I do not appreciate you using me as a source of entertainment for yourself.“

  Suddenly we both heard a high pitched scream followed by a deep groan and I sat up in bed, my heart thumping. “What the hell was that? Oh my god. You didn’t come alone did you? What are they doing to poor Chloe? They sound like they’re killing her.”

  “Trust me, they are not killing her.” Fabian told me. “Wait, listen.”

  After a few minutes we heard Chloe scream out again. “God yes, please do it again, fuck me harder.”

  “I thought people couldn’t talk when they were being mind controlled? Are they fucking her with no mind control?” I asked, trying to tune out the screams, gasps and grunts coming from downstairs.

  “No, I can assure you Chloe is under mind control, but there are various levels of it. We can put them deeply under so they are like robots, only doing what we ask of them, but then there is the mind control your friend is under. She’s not deeply controlled. She is aware she’s having sex, she can vocalise her feelings as you just heard. She can respond to what Damien and Lucian asks of her, but trust me, by morning, she will have no memory of any of this.”

  I frowned at him. “How can you think it’s fair to treat women the way you all do? You are using them, belittling them and just because they won’t remember afterwards doesn’t make it ok.”

  “We are vampire Sirene. We do what we have to do to survive, and survival means blood and sex. We don’t have time to date women, or try to convince them to let us go ‘all the way’ as you might say. It may seem harsh to you but it’s not hurting the women, not really. We take their blood, we take their bodies, but we give them our blood to heal them of any injuries they may sustain and we remove their memories of what happened. I fail to see where the harm is in that my beauty.” He grinned briefly. “Does Chloe sound like she is not enjoying what my sons are doing to to her? Trust me, most women enjoy the sex, they just don’t remember it the next day.”

  I snorted. “I think we are just going to have to agree to disagree on that one Fabian. I bet it pisses you off that you can’t wipe my memories doesn’t it?”

  He surprised me by shaking his head. “It does not bother me that you can remember what we have done. What does bother me is what you chose to do to me last night. You hurt me physically, caused me extreme discomfort, and I stupidly had thought that there might have been something between us.”

  I gaped at him before snorting again. “Are you serious? You don’t bother with women Fabian. You told me that. Your reputation for having no respect for women is well known. Now you expect me to believe that you thought there might be something between us? All you ever want from a woman is sex and her blood, so don’t try and give me this shit about thinking there might be more. Don’t act surprised about the spells. You know exactly why I cast them. I was sent to do a job. I’m working for someone, you know that. I’ve told you that. If you’ve come here to seek revenge, then go ahead. You have me to yourself. I’m vulnerable. Do your worst.” I challenged him.

  I locked eyes with him, determined not to back down. It was risky to piss him off. I was vulnerable, lying in bed. I would have to act fast to stop him if he tried something. Was he still angry? He seemed surprisingly calm given how angry he’d been last night. That might be a trick on his part. I had to be ready to react if he did something. It would be more challenging when he had Damien and Lucian here. I might be a witch, but if it got down to a showdown with all three, it would be harder for me to take them on. I could only hope it didn’t come down to that.

  Instead of striking me or trying to choke me as I half expected, he sighed heavily. “I came here wanting you dead. I admit that. I was not comfortable with what you had done to me. Do you have any idea the level of humiliation I felt, lying on my bathroom floor and powerless to stop the effects of your spell? My sons saw me like that. I think that was the ultimate embarrassment for me. As their leader, I am the one who is strong. I show no weakness, until last night. They saw me grovelling on the floor like some pathetic loser. You did that to me after our bath too, when I’d washed you and cared for you. I never bath a woman. I never bath anyone and yet with you, I felt the compulsion to take care of you. Then you hurt me the way you did.” He looked down briefly at my quilt before his pale eyes met mine again, and suddenly the gravity of what I’d done to someone like Fabian truly registered with me.

  He was a proud vampire, used to being in control and to controlling others and I had robbed him of those things that were important to him. I should be happy about the way I’d treated him. I was here to do a job after all. I’d done the first round of what I was being paid to do. I wasn’t supposed to be considering his feelings. I wasn’t supposed to give a shit about how he felt. I should be gloating, but I wasn’t. He wasn’t a nice person. He wasn’t a person at all, he was a vampire. He was self-centred, selfish and he didn’t care about anyone else but himself, but even as I tried to convince myself of that, in my mind I saw how gentle he’d been with me last night. For all that was wrong and bad about him, inside, deep, if one really looked hard, there was a tiny bit of good too. I’d seen it. It was wrong to feel the way I did, I knew that, but I couldn’t pretend indifference any longer. I liked him, I liked Fabian.

  I had a decision to make. I either continued doing my work for Dominick and Allegra or I didn’t. If I chose to continue working for them, I would have to walk away from Fabian. That would mean not thinking about what I was doing to him when I cast spells against him. I would have nothing to do with him at all. Of course, he would probably come after me, so I’d need a protection spell. Or the alternative was to tell Dominick and Allegra I couldn’t work for them anymore. I would still walk away from Fabian of course. After last night, he would not want me anywhere near him. I had to think all this through, even though a part of me already knew what I had to do.

  I looked up at him, where he stood staring down at me. I couldn’t read what was going on behind those pale eyes of his at all. Slowly I raised my hand, my fingers finding the tenderness of my sore cheek, which was my reminder of that dangerous side of him. I saw his focus move to follow my hand, and something shifted in his expression. It was barely decipherable, little more than a slight darkening of his eyes, but I longed to know what was going on inside him right now.

  “I’m sorry Fabian.” I said quietly. “I’m sorry that I hurt you. I’ll stay out of your way from now on. I will not bother you any more, or come after you any more. It is over. I will
contact my employers to tell them I can no longer continue to do the job they have paid me to do. So I guess the question is, can you move on?”

  He stared at me for a while, not saying anything, just those pale eyes of his moved over my face before finally resting on my red and swollen cheek. He reached out, his fingers tracing over my skin, his touch surprisingly gentle.

  “When you say you will stay away from me, does that mean I will not be used for your amusement? That there will be no more spells?”

  I shook my head. “No more spells. As I said, I will be calling my clients and explaining that I can no longer continue working for them. I promise to stay away from you and I hope that you can promise me the same thing. I don’t want to live, having to look over my shoulder Fabian. I just want to live my life. Sing at the club, that’s it. We can pretend we never met.”

  He studied me closely for a moment. “Very well Sirene. I think we have reached an agreement that is mutually beneficial. Let us shake on the deal.” He offered me his hand and I took his, feeling the familiar pull of attraction.

  Arousal uncurled low in my belly but I ignored it, shook his hand and released him again. He stood, looking down at me for a while, his expression watchful, intense and I fought not to shiver with reaction under his stare.

  Suddenly he bent down, his lips found mine and he kissed me, gently, his tongue tracing along my bottom lip. I opened up to him, my tongue begging entry to his mouth, but he pulled away from me and straightened up.

  “Good bye Sirene. It has been interesting knowing you; at times slightly pleasurable and yet extremely challenging.” He bowed his head to me and with one final look, he was gone.

  I lay there in my bed listening to his soft footsteps as he walked downstairs and it amazed me how such a big man, very tall and muscled could be so light on his feet.