Free Passion By Control (Passion Series Book 2) by J. A Melville Page B

having me, tonight.
    “I want you my beauty more than any woman I have ever desired in a very long time. I wish to fuck you over and over again until you are not only sated but exhausted as well.”
    Well, that was laying his cards on the table for me to see. There was nothing coy or vague about Fabian. So the question was, would I agree to what he’d just proposed, if it could be called that? Now I was being coy with myself. Of course I would give in to him. That was the whole point. Still a little teasing wouldn’t hurt.
    “Is that right?” I asked, tongue in cheek as I tipped my head to one side to stare at him. “Do I have any say in this?”
    “No, it’s not open to negotiation. I want you, I’ve wanted you since I first saw you, and I think you want me too. You give a lot of mixed signals but I know women and I know you want me. The question for you is, will you deny it or accept that I am right?”
    Mixed signals? I gave him mixed signals? What a cocky bastard too. ‘I know women.’ He might know women, but did he know just what a witch was capable of? Still I would give him what he wanted. He could have me tonight, I wanted him anyway, so that worked out well, but I wasn’t going to make it easy for him. Sooner or later the fun was going to begin when he tried to mind control me. Did I let him try, or come clean about knowing what he was already?
    “Very well, I’m not going to deny it. You are right. I want you and I will allow you to have me tonight, but without any of your bullshit ok?” I warned him.
    He raised his eyebrows at me. “What bullshit would you be referring to? I would prefer to think that I will make you scream and you will come, until you cannot come again, but bullshit? Please explain to me what you mean by that?”
    “I think you know.” I told him quietly. “I have to get back on stage now. If you are staying, I shall talk after I’m finished.” I reached up and trailed a finger over his very sexy bottom lip watching excitement flare in his eyes. Unable to help myself, I rose up on my toes and pressed my lips to his, surprised that they were so soft against mine. Gently I kissed him, brushing my tongue over his lip until I felt him start to respond and his arms came around me.
    Hastily I pulled away and broke free of his hold. “I have to go Fabian.” I turned and started to walk away, stopping briefly to turn back and meet the heat of arousal I saw burning in his eyes. “I know what you are.” I told him and as surprise widened his eyes, I turned away and walked back to the stage, mounting the few steps and picking up my mic again.
    I couldn’t help grinning to myself. That should give him something to think about, and probably just fuck with his mind enough, that he’d be desperate for answers by the time I got off stage. Either that or he’d run like hell. Run or stay, I was easy either way.
     
    Fabian
     
    Fabian stared at Sirene as she started performing again and that voice of hers flowed over him. She was singing some song about Sweet Little Lies and her eyes shifted to him as she sang, making him suspect she was singing to him.
    Fuck, those last words of hers before she left him, kept playing over in his mind. What had she meant about knowing what he was? Did she mean she knew he was vampire and if so, how? This could be dangerous, she could be dangerous but if she knew what he was, she obviously hadn’t told anyone, at least not yet. That of course led to the next question running through his head. What the hell was she?
    He sure as hell needed to find out, and he needed to find out what she wanted from him. He growled with frustration and a group of women nearby gaped at him with wide eyes, before shifting away, putting distance between him and themselves.
    Great, now they thought he was crazy and Sirene was going to drive him crazy. How could one tiny, very compact woman mess with him so much? Fuck her, he wanted her so damned much but she made him nervous