Passion And Fire (Passion #4) (34 page)

Again he pulled back, and this time he slammed into me, thrusting me into the wall where I felt the abrasive stone wall rub against me. I cried out and arched my back, pushing my ass towards him, desperate for more of that but he remained frustratingly still inside me. He was big, I could tell that, but I couldn’t feel any piercings grazing me like there had been with Damien.

“More.” I begged and heard his quiet chuckle behind me.

“Oh little bird, this is not what you want. You don’t really want my cock inside you. You only think you do. I know what you need, what you want. You are angry, angry with everyone, angry with the world right now, but I can help you redirect that anger. I can give you the pain you crave.”

“No, you’re wrong, fuck me.  I don’t want pain, I want pain. It’s my fault, it’s all my fault, fuck, I caused this, it’s my fault, fuck, fuck. Dammit make me hurt.  I want you to fuck me and…and…make…it…hurt.” I moaned my emotions completely scattered.

Suddenly I heard a curse and turned my head to see Damien was back with bedding for me. His expression looked both angry, horny and hurt which only served to excite me more.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He ground out and just as I was about to give him some sarcastic answer, to lash out at him with the anger and frustration that consumed me, I was painfully and startlingly snapped back out of it, when Adrian’s hand came down on my right buttock so hard I screamed.

He lunged into me, hard, and as he pulled back out, his palm came down on me again. Over and over he repeated the process and I screamed, my screams turning to moans. As Adrian fucked me and beat me, my eyes never left Damien’s, watching that confusing mix of excitement and pain I could see in his expression. When finally unable to hold his gaze any longer my eyes lowered to the front of him, I could see he was hard.

Suddenly Adrian pulled out of me and zipped his pants up, making me jump with one harder slap to my ass. He walked past me and out of the cell, leaving me chained. “That’s what she wants for now Damien. She wants to be punished. She hates you, she hates the world, she hates herself and what she is, and for reasons only known to her, she blames herself for everything. Be patient with her but give her what she needs, until she learns to accept what she has become.” He slapped Damien on the back. “She’s all yours.” He grinned, turning to meet my shocked expression one last time before walking away.

Chapter Twenty

Damien

Damien watched Adrian walk away and disappear up the stairs which led to the main part of the house. Fuck he was a weird prick. He’d just fucked Flame, now that part he hated, but he hadn’t come, that part made him happy. Then he’d just calmly pulled out of her, zipped his cock back into his leather pants and it was at that point that Damien suddenly became curious about his brother. Adrian had something on his cock, not piercings, he didn’t think they were piercings, they looked like tattoos.

It was strange because no one ever seemed to know what Adrian got up to. He was either very secretive or just very discreet. Damien had thought he might be gay but he’d been hard then so that didn’t seem likely. He’d fucked Flame, didn’t even come which was strange, and then walked away.

Was he serious? Flame didn’t want to be beaten surely? Yet she’d seemed to like being spanked by him so maybe Adrian realised more than he did. He was a warlock after all so maybe he had more insight? All Damien knew was he had one very pissed off new vampire, with near glowing red buttocks, who was chained up and vulnerable with her sweet ass on display, and the swollen lips of her cunt protruding between her legs. If nothing else, the girl needed urgent fucking.

He walked up to her and felt her tense. “Fuck off Damien. I don’t want you.” She snapped.

Fighting to ignore the wave of hurt her words caused him; a feeling he certainly was not accustomed to experiencing, he said nothing and unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them low enough for his cock to fall out through the opening. As he stared at the smooth, but red skin of her beautiful ass, he began to stroke himself with one hand while he ran the other one over her buttocks.      

“Damien, please, no.” She gasped but he could tell her voice was already lacking some of her earlier conviction.

“Shut up Firebird.” He growled and raised his hand, bringing it down hard on her left cheek, the impact like a gunshot almost in the otherwise silent room.    

She screamed and bucked wildly, the chains holding her hands above her head, clanking against one another.  Before she could come down from the pain he’d just inflicted, he slammed his cock into her. Fuck she was tight and he winced with pain from his near violent entry when her snug cunt caused drag on his piercings.  

“Get…out…of…me…I…don’t…fucking…want…you.” She ground out, each word forced from her as he pounded into her. With each animalistic thrust that slammed her into the wall, he would back up until just the barbell piercing was in her, then bring his hand down hard on her buttocks. She screamed and bucked, tightening around him, cursing him, shouting her hate for him, and he ignored her, repeating the brutal violation.

This kind of fucking was uncharacteristic for Damien but it was turning him on rapidly and he knew he couldn’t hold out much longer.

“Fuck you, you damn bitch, stop fighting me and fucking come.” He growled and lunged, thrusting so hard into her, she hit the wall with a loud crunch, crying out and he paused before burying his fangs into her shoulder.

He began to drink from her, not taking much as she was a new vampire but he needed a little replenishing. This punishing level of fucking was hard after giving her too much of his blood earlier. It had left him feeling a little weakened and now damn her; she was going to fucking kill him.

With a loud scream and then a string of profanities thrown at him she started to come, bucking and writhing like a wild horse, trying to throw him off but he gave a triumphant bellow and began to move again.

Harder and harder he fucked her, their bodies crashing together so violently, if they had been human they’d have broken bones. He felt his orgasm approaching and when his balls finally tucked up against his body, he yelled. The first shot of cum into her nearly brought him to his knees and with every shot that followed he jerked and fought to stay upright, against the most incredibly intense climax.

“Fuck you Flame, fuck you.” He shouted and finally when his body was no longer emptying into hers, he sagged over her, resting his cheek on her back for a moment.

Fuck that had wiped him out and he really needed blood now. It was amazing sex, violent, intense and he wondered if this was what he’d always secretly craved because it had sure felt good fucking like that. It had kept them both on the brink of both pleasure and pain. Had Adrian known that and that’s why he’d initiated the brutal sex and spanking Flame? Of course now she was vampire, she could take more rigorous sex. Maybe a lifetime of fucking humans had been a mistake. With another vampire there was no need to hold back, no need to worry about hurting her.

Finally he became aware that Flame was weeping, quiet, almost silent sobs, but he could feel them as they tore at her body and into him as he rested over her back. He wasn’t sure why she was crying but it stirred up emotions in him and he knew somehow that it was because of him that she wept. Because of what he’d done to her, turning her vampire.

“Well, well, well, so you had to chain the crazy bitch up Damien?” They both lifted their heads at the sound of Francesca’s voice. “I heard what happened and Lucian told me she’s not handling the change too well.” She moved closer to them before a smile spread over her face. “Fuck, again? Is this to be my destiny from now on? Every time I see you pair these days you’ve got your dick in her brother dear.”

“Leave them alone Francesca.” Fabian walked into the corridor outside the cell with Sirene by his side. “Lucian told us you have some problems with her when she first changed?”

“Yeah, she was left unattended for a little while. I gave her too much blood and passed out.”

“Damien for fuck sakes get your cock out of my body NOW and for everyone else, stop talking about me like I’m not fucking here.” She bucked under him and reluctantly he pulled out of her, zipping his cock back inside his jeans. “Where’s Adrian? He’s the bastard who chained me up and started fucking, only to knock off partway through and hand me over to Damien. What do I look like? A fucking relay baton?” She snapped.

“Adrian fucked you?” Francesca asked incredulously. “He’s never fucked anyone, or not that we’ve ever seen. He’s never brought women home or anything. I thought he was gay. Still, he didn’t finish, so maybe he is.”

“Whatever my son does is his business Francesca and his alone. You would do well to not speculate on his activities.” Fabian’s voice held that note which made it clear to everyone that his son was not up for discussion.

“The keys for the cuffs are on the hook babe. I will undo you. Are you stable for now?” He eyed her off suddenly worried she might flip out and attack him.

She turned her head and shot him a look that might have killed him if he wasn’t already dead. “Let me fucking go. I’m not going to flip out as you so eloquently put it. I’m hungry though. I want to feed. You have to let me go and feed.”

Francesca let out some unladylike snort. “You’re not letting her out anywhere without a lot of back up. She’s too risky and volatile.” She grinned suddenly. “Hell, I like her. She’s crazier than I am. Come little sis, let me take you out hunting.” Her eyes moved over Flame and she frowned. “She’s got to get cleaned up first. She can’t go anywhere looking like that. She’s covered in blood. She’s going to need clothes. I might have something that will fit her but she’s taller than I am. Come on Damien cut her loose and we’ll clean her; get her dressed up for her first hunt.” She turned, grinning at him.

“Oh hell no Francesca, you’re not taking her anywhere without me. You two alone are a dangerous combination at the best of times, but Flame’s too new a vampire. She will need to be watched carefully so she doesn’t kill someone.” He quickly released her from the cuffs. “I’ll take her upstairs and give her a shower.” He turned to Fran. “Try and find her something to wear will you?”

“Will you all stop talking about me like I’m not fucking well here?” Flame snapped. “What the hell is wrong with you lot? Are you all crazy? I’m not fucking nuts; I’m a fucking vampire because of him.” She stabbed a finger into his chest. “I might be hungry but I’m not unstable and I get it, ok? I get it; don’t do anything to reveal what we are but I’m fucking hungry.” She moaned.

“Take her and get her cleaned up Damien then you and Francesca will take her hunting. Lucian, Sirene and I need to go over the events of the evening to be sure we’ve covered our tracks thoroughly.” Fabian said.

Damien held his hand out to Flame but she ignored him and brushed past him to head up the stairs. He heard his sire’s quiet chuckle. “She’s going to keep my son’s hands full that one. She is perfect for him, and eventually they will both see that.” He said quietly to Sirene, but Damien still heard the words although he showed no indication that he had. He personally thought Fabian was nuts thinking Flame would ever forgive him and come over all sweet and loving. Hell would probably freeze over before that happened.

He raked a hand through his hair and followed his Firebird up the stairs, being sure to give her a wide berth in case she tried to kick him back down them or something.

Flame

It felt good to finally be clean of the blood that had made my hair all stiff and matted together. I was actually in shock over my appearance not only before my shower but after it.

I’d really been covered in blood and for the first time while looking at the mess I was in, I realised what a difficult position I’d put Damien in. Hell, seeing me looking like I’d been turned upside down and dipped in a blood bath must have scared the hell out of him so I got it, I got how he’d felt. I understood how I would have made him feel when I’d begged for him to let me die.

Still, I couldn’t bring myself to forgive him. It wasn’t so much that he’d turned me, it was the complications that arose from him changing me. Unless I could get myself under control I would no longer be able to live with Chloe and Cassie, and working as a pole dancer in the strip club was going to be hard. The men there pissed me off when I was human, and the best I could do was maybe throw a glass at their heads. Now I had the temptation of draining their blood and breaking their necks. Yeah, like that would not only get me fired if I started killing the customers, but it would draw so much attention to me Fabian would kill me, and that would be the end of my eternal life. Everything was just so fucked up. I was fucked up and down deep inside me, the truth behind my anger threatened to surface, but I pushed it back down. I had to keep directing my rage at Damien, I had to. I couldn’t let him see the truth, I couldn’t give him a chance to realise, who was at fault.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” Damien walked up behind me his expression wary as he looked at me in the mirror.

“I’m just looking at myself now I’m vampire. I look different, better somehow.” I turned to look at my reflection from every angle.

“That’s because it enhances your looks. You were beautiful as human, but now you’re stunning. Any flaws you had are gone; scars if you had them are all gone.” He smiled at me before his expression turned serious again, and an almost haunted look filled his eyes. “Don’t hate me Flame for saving you. I couldn’t let you die. You don’t have to love me or even like me, but please don’t hate me. I…I just couldn’t…I couldn’t let you die.”