Passion For Hire (Passion #5) (7 page)

“Don’t...you...fucking…well…dismiss...me.” He lowered his voice in an effort to regain some control. “I said I need to speak to you and you’re going to listen to me.”

“I can speak to you at home Adrian. I’m fine, really. Your father will keep me safe from any advances I don’t want.”

“FUCKING HELL FAITH!” He roared his usual control pushed to its limits by this annoying woman. “Will you stop dismissing me? Damn you, damn you to hell, you’re coming with me.” He snapped and without thinking about what he was doing which was rare for him, he reached down, wrapping his arms around her legs. She cried out in shock but he was so wound up and out of control that he couldn’t stop. He lifted her and threw her over his shoulder before bidding his father a good night.

She started yelling and hitting him on his back with her small fists, but he ignored her and continued to push his way through the crowds. People looked at him but no one tried to stop him, and after catching a glimpse of his reflection in the glass doors of the main bar he wasn’t surprised. He looked like he was about to kill someone and maybe he was he thought when Faith suddenly bit into his back, making him curse loudly.

As he pushed through the doors to the car park, he decided he’d had enough of her behaviour and he brought the palm of his hand down hard over her ass that was nearly exposed by the scrap of fabric trying to cover her but largely failing.

“Ouch that hurt.” She complained and for the first time since he’d left her outside Donna’s home, he smiled.

“That’s the whole idea sweetheart. You need to be punished for being so bloody stupid. Do you have any idea what could have happened to you tonight if the wrong person had brought you outside? What are you trying to prove and don’t tell me nothing.”

“I’m not trying to prove anything Adrian. I’m just trying to get rid of the ball and chain between my legs. Well that’s how it feels to still be a virgin. No one wants to touch me because I’m one, so I figured I’d go find someone to lose it to.” She glared up at him. “I don’t know why you’re getting all bent out of shape. You made it perfectly clear you don’t want me. You reject me constantly and you told me to stay out of your life. There has to be at least one man out there who would want me.” She waved her hand towards the club. “You don’t have to worry about me and you don’t have to pretend you care.” He heard the slight catch in her voice and his eyes moved to her face seeing the shimmer of tears in her eyes before she turned away from him again.

“Damn you Faith. Why, why the fuck did you have to show up and complicate my life, why?” He began to pace restlessly, back and forth in front of her. “You just keep pushing me and pushing me. Are you trying to drive me insane?” He stopped to glare at her. “Fuck my life, fuck this, fuck you and fuck…just fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” He shouted as his frustration continued to rise. Damn her, he couldn’t look at her because if he did he’d want her, and if he wanted her too much, if his need became too great, he’d fuck her. He couldn’t take her virginity. The first time was significant for a woman and she deserved so much better than a vampire with a complicated life, and a career that didn’t make it possible for him to have a normal relationship. He couldn’t do that to her. Despite how much she pushed his level of control. he couldn’t break. He wasn’t going to be a bastard and take the virginity she’d offered him.

He stopped pacing briefly. “You know it’s not necessary to dress like a whore to get fucked either Faith. Most men want it all day every day, and the ones in there will be gagging for it by the end of the night when they’re tanked up on alcohol. He glanced over at her and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her face.

She stood there unmoving, her gaze on his as big, fat teardrops spilled from the corners of those beautiful blue eyes of hers and rolled down her face before dripping from her chin. She made no effort to stop them, she just watched him with such a wounded look on her face, he groaned and in three long strides he was before her.

He brought his hands up to cup her cheeks, feeling the dampness of her tears beneath his palms and as he stared into her pain filled eyes, he felt a stab of some emotion that made his stomach clench. It was an emotion he was familiar with, guilt. “Goddammit I’m sorry Faith ok? I just…you just…fuck you drive me crazy.” He snapped and watched as a fresh wave of tears trickled from her eyes and over his fingers. “Damn you to hell.” He said softly as he bent his head and his lips closed over hers, the taste of her tears against his tongue.

Faith

First my heart felt like it was being torn in two with Adrian’s cruel words. All he seemed to do was go out of his way to be hurtful to me and I couldn’t protect myself from the pain any longer. The tears had started despite my valiant attempts to stop them, and I could do nothing more than stare into the face of this vampire who I knew was my destiny, if he didn’t crush my heart to nothing first.

What I hadn’t counted on was his rapid turnaround, his gentleness and certainly never in a million years would I have thought he’d kiss me. At that first soft touch of his lips against mine, I gasped. How could they be so soft on a man?

As soon as my lips parted, his tongue pushed its way into my mouth. He licked over mine, caressing me, exploring my mouth and I was frozen for a moment, my senses overloaded with his scent, his touch and the taste of him as he kissed me.

Tentatively I touched my tongue to his, mimicking the way he’d caressed mine and I heard him groan, a deep groan that I felt rumble through his chest which was pressed to mine before vibrating against my lips. His hands left my face and moved down my neck, my shoulders until I felt his cool palms against my bare back. His grip tightened and I was yanked against him as one hand continued on down my back until he reached the swell of my buttocks.

I gasped again when he pulled me even harder against him and I felt my heart begin to drum out an erratic beat at the feel of his erection pressing into my stomach. He did want me. He could deny it all he wanted but he really did want me, no matter how hard he fought it.

As he continued to kiss me, overwhelm me and ignite an answering desire within me, I raised my hands and finally got to touch him as I’d longed to do. I could feel his muscles shifting as I slid my palms up his chest to his shoulders and finally into his hair. The strands were so soft and silky as I raked my fingers through them and I tugged gently on them, hearing him groan again. “Fuck, Faith. You smell so good and you taste so good, fuck.” He moaned against my lips and I felt a shiver of excitement course through me at his words.

“Adrian, Adrian.” I whispered his name against his lips before pulling his head closer and pressing his lips firmly to mine again. It was like something snapped, like the gun at the start of a race had been fired but in actual fact it was simply that his control appeared to snap. He backed me up until I hit the brick wall of the club. One hand slid down to grab a leg and he pulled it up against his thigh as he tilted his hips, bringing our bodies more into alignment. At this angle I could feel him, feel how hard he was, and it excited me and frightened me too. I wanted this, I wanted him but I was scared, scared that it would hurt, scared that I would disappoint him.

He began to thrust against me, his movements restless as if his control was just hanging on by a thread. His hands caressed me, cupping my breasts, before one moved down and pushed the short skirt of my dress higher. I felt his fingers slip under my panties and suddenly two were inside me. “Jesus Faith. You’re so wet, so beautiful.” I felt his lips against my neck and I tensed slightly when I felt the sharp edge of his fangs on my sensitive skin. “I just want to have a taste, just a little taste.” He murmured and I cried out when he bit down, burying his fangs in my neck.

It hurt, god how it hurt at first but then it felt different, nice, oh my, it felt really nice. I clenched my thighs in an effort to bring them closer together as the feeling rose in me. Adrian’s hand was still between my legs and he began to rub furiously over that little sensitive bud until with another cry, I let go, my orgasm rushing through me in wave after wave of intense pleasure. As I came apart, my body shaking and shuddering, he drove his fingers inside me again and I clenched around them through my climax.

When the tremors had settled a little Adrian pulled his fingers from me and leaned back enough to trace them over my bottom lip. “Taste yourself, see how sweet you are.” He whispered and stuck his fingers into his mouth, sucking my moisture off them.

I flicked my tongue out to lick them, tasting myself and suddenly feeling embarrassed. “Oh sweetheart, don’t be embarrassed. You taste so good, so sweet, you are beautiful.” He thrust restlessly against me again, his eyes heavy and dark with desire. “Fuck I want…” His voice trailed off as the club doors suddenly swung open and a group of noisy men and women walked out. They were talking and laughing loudly, a couple of them stumbling as if they’d had too much to drink and I felt Adrian tense against me.

“Hey, you two get a fucking room.” One of them called out and my knees nearly buckled when suddenly Adrian was gone, no longer holding me up.

When the men and women had gone off and piled into a couple of cabs leaving us alone again, I felt my heart sink when I met his eyes. The heat was gone, his expression a mask of nothing again. “Get in your car and go home Faith.” His voice was quiet.

“No but I…” I started to say but he spun on me his face filled with rage.

“I said get in the fucking car and get the hell out of here now, and for fuck sakes stay the hell away from me.” He yelled and spun away again. I watched him stride over to his car, climb in and with a roar of the engine and a squeal of tyres, he was gone.

“You came to me Adrian.” I whispered as I watched his tail lights disappear into the night.

When Adrian was gone, I hurried to the Mercedes and climbed in, closing the door and locking it before dropping my head to the steering wheel. As my mind relived the evening from when he’d kissed me and how quickly it had turned and gone bad, I burst into tears.

It had been beautiful, he’d been so gentle, so tender and I thought he’d cared, that he’d wanted me. Well he did, I’d felt him against me. He’d been hard so he’d wanted me.

Then those people had walked out of the club, and one had yelled that comment about getting a room, and just like that, the mood was well and truly gone. Adrian had done as he’d done so many times before. He’d turned on me, so angry and hurtful. Those few minutes of sheer ecstasy for me were effectively obliterated with his final words, before he’d jumped in his car and left me alone.

I let my tears do their worst to me for a while but eventually they stopped and my pain turned to anger, which in turn became frustration and finally determination. Like it or not, fight it or not, he did want me. Ok, his control was good, but then I guess in his line of work it had to be good, but my determination was strong. My sheer stubbornness even stronger and the longer I sat in the car, my head filled with flashes of past visions I’d had with Adrian, the greater my need became to prove him wrong.

“You want to go head to head? Well, prepare yourself for a battle. Like it or not, I will make you crack because I believe in my visions and I believe you deserve more than you think you do.” I whispered to myself. “Plus, I didn’t survive numerous foster homes by letting others push me aside. Prepare yourself for a battle.” I grinned to myself as I sat up, started the car and headed home.

Adrian

When Adrian let himself into his father’s home, he was relieved no one else was there. Well Damien and Flame were; he could hear them as he walked past their door. Hearing a couple having obviously hot sex wasn’t helping him after just leaving Faith, and his already hard cock got harder.

He stormed into his room, slamming the door and as he walked across the room, he started tearing off his clothes, tossing them around him with an uncharacteristic lack of concern. He was tidy by nature, well normally he was, but Faith drove him so crazy he was starting to act in ways not typical of his usual behaviour. Fuck, dry humping her up against a brick wall was definitely not usual behaviour for him. It was humiliating to be caught displaying such lack of control by those people, but it also scared the hell out of him that Faith had got under his defences that much. He wondered if he’d have been out of control enough to fuck her against the wall if they hadn’t been interrupted. He was a fucking gigolo, women paid him for sex and they all were amazed at his control and some saw him as a challenge to try and break him before he was ready to do so. None had succeeded and yet one little blonde woman, a fucking virginal one at that, with no sexual experience at all had almost brought him undone.

“Damn her.” He muttered and when he was naked, he headed into the bathroom. Once the water was warm enough he stepped in and braced his hands against the tiles, his head bowed while his mind relived the evening. The thing that really frustrated him was that Faith had nearly made him lose control in so little time and that was after he’d just spent hours with Donna. He’d had no problem holding himself back from coming with her and yet Faith had the power to break through his defences and his control. Fuck it, she had the power to break him and he had to keep her away from him. Too much was riding on it. He had too many responsibilities, and he needed to be in control at all times. She was dangerous because he finally conceded he couldn’t trust himself around her.

“Damn her.” He repeated, staring down at his cock which was still hard and he snorted at it, grabbing it and angrily flicking it, watching as it bounced and bobbed back, slapping him in the stomach. “You’re a traitor.” He cursed it. “You’re not supposed to want her.” He flicked it again before curling his hand around it, sliding his fist up until just the pierced head was showing in his grip.

Again he slid his hand down to the base, and slowly back up again, brushing his thumb over the head. “I’m not giving you what you want you know.” He squeezed himself hard, wincing at the slight pain but it did nothing to ease the ache in his cock and balls. “She’s a virgin and we don’t dip into virgins. It wouldn’t be fair to her anyway. I can’t be what she wants. I can’t be the man she sees in her visions. They’re just dreams, not reality. Reality is this, reality is me paying for what I did and that means no relationships, no love, no virgins and no her.”

Faith

When I pulled up at Fabian’s home, I hurried inside, relieved that no one else appeared to be home. As I rushed towards my bedroom, I heard some strange moans and a woman’s sigh coming from Damien’s room with a rhythmic bumping noise. I felt myself blush when I realised what those sounds were and when I realised the woman moaning was my sister. I hurried past their room and down the hall to mine, closing the door behind me and collapsing against it. Somehow hearing my sister in the throes of passion was awkward, and I’d probably blush when I saw her next. Still, if I was lucky, I would have an idea what it was all about myself by then, if I could get that stubborn black and blonde haired vampire to stop fighting me.

I peeled myself off the door and stripped the skin tight dress off flinging it onto the chair by my bed. “You caused me all sorts of problems tonight.” I muttered as I headed for the bathroom.

I’d bought myself some make up earlier, when I’d gone shopping for clothes I considered might make me able to seduce Adrian. I quickly applied some mascara that made my lashes appear really long and thick. I added some eyeliner to get that exotic look, or I hoped that was the look I’d achieved at least. I bent down and brushed my hair down to the floor from underneath it all then threw my head back to give it that wild, untamed look. It was like a huge crazy mane around me and deciding it was too much, I attempted to smooth it down a little.

I studied my features in the mirror wondering if Adrian would find me desirable looking like this. My eyes looked a little over bright but I suspected that was the combination of excitement and fear I was feeling. I quickly sprayed some of my favourite perfume to my wrists and neck before heading back out to the bags of clothes I’d bought earlier. After rummaging around I found what I was looking for and pulled it out.

It was a blue silk robe, a near match for the colour of my eyes and I slipped it on, cinching the belt tightly around my waist. It felt beautiful on, so smooth and satiny. I nervously went back to have a look at myself in the mirror and decided I was about as ready as I was ever going to be.

I knew Adrian was home because I’d seen the Trans Am in the garage so with a deep breath to steady my nerves, I left my bedroom and walked the short distance to his room.

After my gentle knock got me nowhere, I carefully turned the handle and stuck my head inside. The first thing that greeted me was Adrian’s clothes strewn across the floor like a paper trail leading to the bathroom.

I groaned silently. Not again, he wasn’t in the shower surely? I couldn’t climb in there with him again. “Yeah because we all know how well that went the last time Faith.” I mumbled to myself.

I crossed the room silently, my bare feet making no sound on the plush pile carpet and with my heart pounding, I stepped into the bathroom. The first thing I saw in the steam which was filling the room, was Adrian with his back to me, one hand braced on the tiles and the other one down in front of him.

Curiously I stepped closer because even me in my virginal state I was pretty confident I knew what that other hand was doing, and I hoped I was right, because if he was turned on, that had to help my cause surely.

I’d just made it to the glass door that separated him from me, and was about to try to get his attention when he spoke. I froze, thinking he was talking to me at first, until I realised he was talking to himself. Actually not himself, he appeared to be talking to his penis.

“You’re not supposed to want her.” His voice wasn’t that loud but I heard him, I heard every word and my heart skipped a beat. Hopefully I was the one he was talking about.

It was time to get his attention though before I chickened out of doing what I wanted to do. I untied the belt of my robe but held it together as I cleared my throat.

Adrian’s reaction might have been comical if I wasn’t feeling so vulnerable. He froze, his shoulders tensing. His hand on the tiled wall curled into a fist and he swore loudly. “Faith, what the hell are you doing here?” He ground out, still not turning to me, so I grabbed the shower door and pulled it open.

At the sound of it opening, finally he turned to me and when he did, my eyes shot straight to his penis, widening at the sight of it standing so long and erect in front of him. This close I could see he was pierced and that the studs through it were the centre of the eyes of the dragon tattoos that ran the length of it.

“What do you want? Why don’t you listen to me? Why the fuck won’t you do like I tell you to? I need you to stay away from me.”

“Why, why do you need me to stay away?”

“You know Faith, you know. What happened at the club can’t happen again. Don’t you get it? I can’t touch you. It’s not fair to you because you know where I go at night. You know what I do. Can you seriously tell me that you would be fine with me leaving you to go and fuck another woman? It’s not fair to you. You’re sweet and innocent and you deserve better than me.”

At his words I felt anger surge through me. I was tired of this crap, tired of everyone telling me I was sweet and innocent. I was a virgin only because I hadn’t found anyone I wanted to have sex with before. I was kind and compassionate but I wasn’t as sweet as everyone thought I was and I wasn’t sweet enough to spare Adrian now. I wanted him and I had to make him see that. Of course I hated the idea of him touching other women and having sex with them, but I could dismiss it by convincing myself it was his job, that it was simply a job.

With a toss of my head, I met his eyes defiantly and before he could say or do anything I shrugged off the robe, and let it tumble to my feet.

I watched his face, suddenly more interested in his reaction than my embarrassment at being before him naked. His large penis seemed to bob as if nodding and I saw his body tense up and his hands ball into fists by his side. “No Faith, please, don’t do this. I can’t…I…I can’t…” He fell silent and finally I met his eyes, and my heart contracted in my chest at the anguish I could see in them.

I ignored his plea and stepped forward, about to climb into the shower with him, but he moved first, lunging forward and grabbing my shoulders. He stood outside the shower, water running down his magnificent body and I watched it before leaning forward to lick my way over one nipple, lapping up the water and tasting his smooth but firm skin with my tongue.

“Fuck, fuck, Faith, dammit, dammit, damn you to hell.” He groaned and I could hear the torment in his voice. “Fine, fine, I can’t do this anymore. You think you’re going to win but you’re not. You’re going to wish you’d never asked for this, because all I can give you is now, I can’t give you forever. Are you sure that’s what you want? Can you accept that? Can you let me take your virginity, one of the greatest gifts you will ever give a man? Can you give it knowing this night is all you will have? This is your chance to back away while you still can because once I touch you, really touch you, there’s no turning back, there’s no changing your mind. Well Faith?” He met my eyes, searching my face for something.

I stared into those beautiful yet unusual pale eyes of his and the expression I saw in them, that fire, that glow that look which I now knew was desire made my heart skip. “Yes Adrian. Take me; make me yours, if just for this one night. Show me what it’s like for a man and woman to share their bodies, show me what it’s like to feel. Be my teacher, please.”

He stared at me for a few moments longer before reaching past me and my heart began to beat faster. All he did though was grab a towel and begin to hastily dry himself off. Once he was dry, he turned to me again and held his hand out. I placed mine in his and as he led me from the bathroom I felt my heart rate pick up until it was thundering away in my chest so loudly, I was sure he’d be able to hear it.

When he got me over to the bed he finally turned to me and tilted my face up until our eyes met. “Breathe sweetheart. If you’re having second thoughts, speak now.”

“No…no I want this, I want you but yeah, I’m a little nervous. I can’t help that. You’re so big and…and what if you don’t fit?”

Adrian chuckled. “Stop worrying. I will fit and anyway this is not about me, this will be for you.”

“Oh but I…aren’t you going to? Won’t you…?” My voice trailed off when he chuckled quietly again.

“You think too much.” He said and I gasped when he suddenly pulled me into his arms and his lips closed over mine. At the first touch of them, when his tongue invaded my mouth and began a slow sweep over mine, exploring me, caressing me, I gasped against his lips and raised my hands to tunnel my fingers into his beautifully soft and silky hair.

With every caress, every sweep of his tongue, I felt my nerves settling and my senses becoming invaded by everything that was Adrian. His scent, his touch, his taste and when he suddenly pulled me against him, his naked body to mine, I felt it, his penis, straining up hard between us.