Passion By Control (Passion Series Book 2) (18 page)

I ended up speaking to both Dominick and Allegra for quite some time. I could tell from Dominick’s tone that he was concerned about why I felt I could no longer do my job for them, and despite him questioning me numerous times, I couldn’t give him a straight answer.

I nearly laughed out loud when he asked if I was in love with Fabian. Of course I didn’t love him. Could anyone seriously love a man like him? Plus how foolish would it be to fall for him? He didn’t like anyone let alone love them, and to have any kind of feelings for someone like him would only end in heartache.

Both Dominick and Allegra seemed a little disappointed that I no longer wished to torment him. I wanted to tell them how I’d tortured him with the whole not being able to come, then not being able to stop coming, but I couldn’t. If I told them, then it would lead to a whole stack of questions I wasn’t prepared to answer.

I could at least reassure them that he was unable to use and abuse Cassandra or Chloe, explaining to them the spell I’d put on them, making it impossible for Fabian to mind control, feed or have sex with them. When I told them what the spell did, I was relieved to hear the peals of laughter down the phone line from them both.

At least they were happy about something. I might have disappointed them by quitting the job they had paid me to do, but they were obviously happy that at least my housemates could not be used and abused any more.

I spent some of my time on the phone reassuring them that I had not revealed who they were to Fabian or anyone for that matter and I wouldn’t do so. Dominick couldn’t answer my question about whether he and Allegra would ever return to Australia to confront the man who had tried to have them killed. There was something in his voice though, that made me suspect he wasn’t entirely telling me the truth. I didn’t bother questioning him. I had no right. I was not revealing all my secrets about Fabian to them. I had no right to expect them to be open with me.  

With the call finally made and nothing more to say, I apologised again for quitting my job with them and we both hung up. I had done it. The awkward call had been made, and although they seemed to take the news reasonably well, I knew, down deep inside, both Dominick and Allegra were disappointed with my decision not to go after Fabian any more.

Fabian

Fabian was bored; bored and incredibly restless. He’d been that way for several weeks now. He was getting tired of the nightly hunt, the need to go and find fresh bodies to fuck and feed from.

Thanks to Sirene’s damn spells, he could no longer mind control either Cassandra or Chloe and he couldn’t go to their home because she lived there too. The witch, who had become the great bane of his life, lived in the same house as them. Not even his sons would go there because of that annoying little witch. Fuck her; he should have killed her when he had the chance. He was in her room for fuck sakes, standing over her as she lay vulnerable in her bed and what had he done, comforted her when she’d been crying. The sight of her tears, her trembling lips and he’d crumbled. What the hell was wrong with him? What was it about her that got to him?

He should have killed her out of principle at least. She made him soft and that was bad. She’d hurt him, humiliated him and he’d meekly agreed to leave her alone. Fuck, he really was a damn pussy. He might not have seen her for weeks now, but he was still affected by her. Not being able to fuck Chloe and Cassandra anymore was because of her.

She might be keeping her word and not casting any other spells around, well he assumed she was anyway. He hadn’t had any unexplained incidences occur and no signs of early penis rot but he still had no idea who was behind her coming after him in the first place.

It pissed him off that he’d never been able to get her to reveal who she worked for and he wondered if she still did. He badly wanted to know who had employed her to come after him. Who it was that wanted to fuck with his mind? Obviously they didn’t want him dead, or she’d have arranged that by now. That was the problem with keeping a witch alive. She had the ability to end his life anytime she wanted and he’d never see it coming.

Damn her for what she’d done to him. She was fucking up his life, she sure as hell was messing with his mind and he didn’t like it. When he went hunting, she still got in his head and sometimes he couldn’t even get it up to fuck some of the women he mind controlled and fed off. He’d never had that problem before. She was making him soft in more ways than one. Blood and sex always went together in the vampire world, but one tiny little woman had fucked him up that badly he was turning into a limp dick. Fuck her. If she was dead he wouldn’t be going through this shit now. It wasn’t too late. He could still end her life. He didn’t owe her anything, and just because he’d agreed not to harm her that night, the last time he’d seen her, didn’t mean he had to honour it. He was a fucking vampire. Lies and deceit were part of his world. He didn’t owe her anything, so fuck her. Now was a good time to strike. He hadn’t seen her in several weeks; she’d never expect him to come after her now.

Feeling calmer than he’d felt in several weeks now he’d made up his mind what he was going to do, he walked into his bathroom to take a shower. Tonight was going to be the night that Sirene died, and he would finally be free of her torment.

Sirene

The club was packed tonight and the most amazing thing was, most of them were there to see me. A lot of people were dancing and appeared to be having a great time which still astounded me. These people were dancing and clapping and in some cases singing along to songs I was singing. Me, little never really fit in anywhere me, Sirene.

I finished my last song of the set and walked down the stairs, slowly moving through the crowds of people, stopping to thank some who commented to me on the way. I made my way from the room I played in, heading for the gaming room, where I usually sat and chatted with Chloe, while she served people at the bar, until it was time for me to go back on stage.

Suddenly arms came around me from behind, taking me by surprise, pulling hard and I tumbled backwards. I felt myself fall against a sweaty, large bodied man, who reeked strongly of the sweat that I could feel dampening my skin from his clammy hands. As the smell of him drifted around me I had to fight the wave of nausea that instantly rose to the back of my throat.

Damn, hadn’t he heard of deodorant before? I struggled to pull free, but he wouldn’t release me. Twisting my body in his grip, I jerked forward, attempting to get him to either release me, or to yank myself free of his sweaty grip. As I lunged forward, I heard the audible sound of fabric tearing and looked down in horror as part of my dress gave way in the fist of the jerk that wouldn’t let me go.

Frantically I grabbed at it as it began to fall free of my breasts, but obviously that excited the great oaf holding me and he spun me in his arms, pressing me hard against his beer belly. That close to him, my stomach roll over when I felt the obvious sign of his arousal..

“Let me go!” I yelled at him, but he didn’t. He just leered down at me, his lust filled eyes moving over my skin that was now exposed from the torn dress. I tried to hold the strips of my dress together to keep myself covered up so Mr Bad Body Odour couldn’t see my breasts and fight the idiot off at the same time, but unlike him, I wasn’t an octopus and I couldn’t pull free of his surprisingly strong hold on me and keep my dignity in tact while I did it.  

Suddenly, he was pulled away from me and I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Benny, one of the club’s bouncers grabbing the oaf by the back of the neck and with an apologetic grimace to me, he hauled the man off towards the exit of the club.

Finally free of the disgusting sweaty arms of that creep, I continued on my way, frantically trying to hold my dress in place. I had my head down, hurrying to get out of the crowded room as quickly as possible, so I could change before the next drunk and horny creep thought he could put his hands on me. It would have been so much easier to cast some kind of spell over that horrible sweaty one, but I didn’t use witchcraft at work. It was too risky that something may go wrong and draw far too much attention.

I was dragged from my thoughts when I slammed into a hard, muscled body. I gasped, the air knocked from my lungs, but not before a beautiful scent rose around me. I started dragging in mouthfuls of air, as that scent drifted around me. It was intoxicating, familiar, I knew that scent.

Reluctantly I raised my eyes, meeting the pale silvery gaze of the man I hadn’t seen in a bit over a month. It was him, it was Fabian. Of all people I had to run into, literally, it was him and fuck he looked incredible. Sexy, gorgeous, hot as hell and just to add to my discomfort at seeing him again, he had to smell even more delicious than I remembered. Typical that it happened when I was looking less than my best, with my torn dress and probably smelling of the great oaf’s putrid sweaty body.  

“Fabian.” I squeaked. Dammit, I squeaked at the man, my heart beginning to pound hard until I was sure he’d be able to see it. He looked so good, dressed in black jeans, a white shirt and black leather jacket. It wasn’t fair that he looked so good, while I probably looked a mess. I felt flustered. Not just from his presence but after what had happened with the great oaf.

I stared at him, unable to get my brain to work long enough to say something remotely sensible to him. Why did he have to look so good? He looked too damn good. So good in fact, he was playing havoc with my senses and suddenly I wondered what he was doing here, in the club.

“Sirene, are you alright? You look quite flushed.” His deep, husky voiced flowed over me and my whole body broke out in goose bumps at the sound of it.

“I’m fine; I just had a run in with someone.  Please, let me go, I need to change.” I tried to step back, but he wouldn’t release me, and I lost my grip on the torn section of my dress I’d been holding.

It fell down, and the swell of my left breast, almost to the nipple, was suddenly exposed. I made a lunge to grab it, but Fabian’s hand was there first, gently pulling the torn fabric back up until my breast was covered again. I looked up at him but his eyes weren’t on mine, they were fixed on my breast as he held the material in his long fingers. I felt the back of them brush over my skin. It was the briefest touch, barely more than a feather light touch before it was gone and his eyes lifted to mine. When I saw the look in his, the way they seemed to almost glow, I gasped.

He stared at me for a few moments before closing his eyes and one of his hands dropped to my waist before sliding down, his palm caressing me, until he was cupping my ass. I gasped again, when he dragged me against him, his actions almost rough. When our bodies touched, I shivered in reaction to being close to him again, but my shiver turned to aching need, when I felt the hardness of his erection. Fuck he wanted me, despite everything, he still wanted me.

“Fabian?” My voice was husky, needy, but he shook his head at me, his expression darkening.  

“Fuck you Sirene. Stay away from me.” He growled, releasing me so suddenly I stumbled back a step. I opened my mouth to respond to him, but it was too late, he was gone.

I looked around but I couldn’t see him anywhere and for a brief moment, I entertained the idea of casting a spell that would make him stand out to me in the crowd, but I didn’t of course. The look on his face and the tone of his voice before he’d disappeared held me back from doing anything. He’d just made it clear he didn’t want anything to do with me and despite his body telling me one thing; he obviously had no intention of giving in to the demands of it. “Face it girl, he wants nothing to do with you.” I whispered surprised at the stab of pain I felt deep inside at that reality.

One thing was clear; he wasn’t here to see me, which had to mean he was hunting for fresh blood. If I’d thought the pain of him not wanting to have anything to do with me was bad, the pain I felt when I imagined him buried in someone else was enough to push me over the edge, and unexpected tears filled my eyes.

I dropped my head to hide my face from anyone who might notice and hurried through the crowd; past the bar and Chloe’s surprised face, as I all but ignored her smile and rushed into the ladies’ restroom. As soon as the door swung shut behind me, I took a few deep breaths, trying to get myself back under control. I didn’t have much time before I had to be back on stage, so I couldn’t hang around in the toilets long feeling sorry for myself. I needed to change my dress thanks to the sweaty oaf who had torn the one I was wearing and I wanted something to drink too, just to settle my nerves.  

I heard the door open and Chloe’s voice called to me. “Sirene, are you ok?”

“I’m fine.” I said my voice raw from my unshed tears.

“You sound like you’re crying.” I could hear that she was right outside the cubicle I was in. “Please come out and let me see for myself how you are.”

Damn but she wasn’t going to go away obviously, so reluctantly I opened the door to find her worried face staring at me. “God what’s wrong?” She asked but then her eyes fell on my torn dress. “What happened? Dammit, what happened to you? Who did this?”

“Just some idiot in the club but Benny took care of him. I’m ok, it’s just, I’m going to need another dress to finish off tonight and I don’t have an alternate one with me.” I sighed. “Hopefully Tony can find me something else to wear.”

“Come on Sirene, I’ll get you to Tony and keep any more idiots away from you.” She took my arm and together we left the ladies’ room and headed for the ‘staff only’ area to see the owner of the club who this time of night, would be in his office.