Passion For Hire (Passion #5)

by J. a Melville

  It had been incredible that I’d finally been discovered lying there in that long reedy grass, but it was a miracle that it had been Adrian who discovered me. He’d almost tripped over me, and it made me realise just how badly burned I must have been when I’d seen his face through the narrow slits of my eyes, as that had been as far as my eyelids would open. Obviously it was bad since he didn’t even recognise me straight away.

  What I’d never expected though was his reaction, and what he’d said to me. My guess was he’d thought I was dead and faced with the realisation I was lost to him forever, he’d broken down. God his sobbing had torn at my heart. I’d wanted to hug him to me, tell him I was ok, but most importantly tell him I loved him. Thanks to Nadine and her poison I’d been unable to do anything but lie there feeling the effects of that burning, unrelenting sun, and listen to my poor Adrian weep like a broken man.

  “Adrian, please, could you help me up? I feel like I’m strong enough now.” I reached out and touched his arm, feeling the solid, reassuring strength of him under my hand.

  “Hey my sweet girl.” His voice was so gentle, his endearment so totally uncharacteristic for him, I smiled. His eyes filled with such warmth, I swear I could almost feel that heat over my body, plus there was something else, a light in them that I’d never seen before. Was this his love he now admitted to feeling for me, or was it relief? It was only as I curled my fingers around his arm more firmly that a flash of his face filled my head. He was laughing in the image, his head thrown back and suddenly I knew what it was I could see in his eyes, it was happiness. Adrian was happy. For what I guessed was the first time in his short adult and vampire life, he was happy.

  He straightened, sliding his arms under me and climbed to his feet with me cradled against his chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck feeling for the first time like it was ok to do so. When he was standing he gently lowered me to my feet.

  “You look so much better sweetheart. You look like you again.” He raised his hand and brushed my hair back off my face. “You are so beautiful.” He trailed his fingers over my cheek, his eyes following the movement as he seemed to take in every inch of me. This new Adrian was going to take some getting used to that was for sure. “What do want? Can I get you anything?”

  I too raised my hand and traced his full bottom lip with my fingernail. “I’m exhausted Adrian. I’d really just like to go and sleep. Now that I’m well and she’s gone, I would like to sleep please.” As if on cue, I yawned widely before stepping out of his arms and going to Sirene. I hugged her, kissing her soft cheek, then Fabian who stiffened slightly when I kissed him and finally I gave Lucas a big hug, feeling his arms close around me briefly.

  Behind me I heard a growl and suddenly Lucas was no longer holding me. When I looked up at Adrian he was glaring at his son. “Come Faith, I will take you to bed so you can get some rest.”

  I couldn’t help myself; I snorted and hit him on the arm. “Oh for crying out loud Adrian, first you rejected me all the time, now you’re jealous because your own son hugs me? His destiny is already decided. I just wanted to thank everyone for all you have done for me. You saved my life and I’m so grateful.” I turned my gaze to each of them.

  “We’re just glad you are home safe, and now well little one, and that, that woman can no longer do anything to harm any of us.” Fabian nodded to me before turning to Adrian. “Sirene and I will go to our room now. It is very late and we have much still to discuss with you son. We also need to get Katherine established in her new home.” He put his arm around Sirene. “Come my beauty, we will retire now.”

  With a final nod from Fabian and a smile from Sirene, they left the room. “I will go to my room too now father, Faith. It is good that you are safe and it pleases me to see you happy father. You have chosen wisely letting Faith into your heart.” He flashed him a brief smile, then turned to me briefly before leaving the room.

  “Come Faith. It is so late. We are not meant to be up this long without sleep. Let’s get to bed.”

  I looked up at him not sure what his intentions were now. “Do you mean together or you in your room and me in mine?”

  With a low growl he suddenly scooped me up, tossing me over his shoulder and with his long strides he took us down the hall to where all the bedrooms were. When he stopped at a door I could see from my upside down position over his shoulder that we were at his door. He didn’t stop though, opening the door and once inside, he kicked it shut, before carrying me to the bed and dropping me onto the mattress.

  “So I’m sleeping in your bed then?” I asked giving him a wide eyed and what I hoped, innocent look.

  “Oh hell yes sweetheart. My life is still fucked up, and because of me you nearly died, but no way are you sleeping anywhere but with me. My mother spoke to me tonight and I know they want to speak to me soon, but they said some things that got me thinking. Then Lucas told me what he felt in you when he touched you and dammit Faith, it was humbling, heart-warming, a little painful but it made me think. It made me believe that maybe I’m not so bad and that maybe it was ok to be loved and to love.” He began undressing me, carefully almost reverently. There wasn’t that much left to remove. My clothes were hanging off me in not much more than strips of charred fabric anyway. “I realised when I thought I’d lost you that I’d been a fool. I had a woman who was prepared to love me unconditionally. You already knew what I was before we met, and yet you still came for me, you still wanted me. I knew that if you lived, I couldn’t lose you. I couldn’t push you away any more. I’ve fought these feelings for what feels like so long now, but whether it’s selfish to want it, given what I’ve done and all the women I’ve been paid to have sex with, I still want you. You are too good for a man who had been nothing more than a male whore for two years sweetheart, but I can’t let you go. I want to know if you can look past all that I’ve done, if you can forgive me for what I’ve done to you, for what I’ve been, for what I am.”

  My heart ached at his words. He talked of having a better understanding of how everyone felt about him but underneath, despite the strong, in control persona Adrian portrayed, underneath, he was far from those things. I pushed his hands aside from where he was still trying to remove what was left of my clothing and cupped his achingly handsome face between my palms. “You are everything I could ever want in a man Adrian. You are strong, dependable, sexy, gorgeous, kind, caring, loving, considerate, gentle, beautiful and most importantly, you...are…mine. Everyone loves you, your parents, your brothers and sister. Your son loves you and I love you. Can’t you see? You are worthy of everyone’s love. I can forgive you because you have done nothing wrong. You took care of your son and Katherine when you could have walked away and let Lucas die, and let Katherine lose her son. You didn’t. You have spent two years caring for them both, and you heard what Lucas said, his mother is much better off since you came into their lives. Sadly she is going to die due to the cancer, but she has been given a better quality of life, and has lived longer thanks to you. Now she is going to go into a beautiful home where she can live out the rest of her days. She will have plenty of other people to talk to and laugh with.” I dragged his head closer to mine.

  “You…are…a…good…man. I love you Adrian. I dreamed of you for so long and now I finally have you, the man of my dreams.”

  He stared into my eyes for a few moments before pulling back from me and continuing to remove my clothing. When I was naked, he climbed off the bed; stripping out of his own clothes and scooping me back up into his arms. Gently he touched his lips to mine before allowing his gaze to move over my face.

  “You make me believe Faith. You make me think I am good enough for you, but even if for some reason you didn’t think I was, I can’t let you go. Thinking I’d lost you and that you had died nearly broke me. I treated you so badly in my garden last night, and all I could think was I would never get the chance to tell you how sorry I was for my behaviour. I can’t let you go. I will never be able to let you go.”
He kissed my cheek before carrying me into the bathroom. Shifting my body in his arms so he could free one hand, he reached in and turned on the shower and stepped inside.

  Slowly, reverently, lovingly, he bathed me, washing my hair until there was no more of the black smears on my skin from my burned clothing. Once he was finished and he’d quickly washed himself, he led me from the shower, dried me down and even took the time to towel dry my hair. He picked up a hairbrush and I watched him in the mirror as he brushed it, being so careful not to yank at my scalp as he untangled every strand.

  I studied his gorgeous features, the small lines on his brow as he concentrated on what he was doing. Damn he was so incredibly gorgeous. It almost hurt to look at him he was so beautiful. I dragged my eyes from his image to look at myself, pleased to see my skin was clear and completely free of the burned and dried out look I’d had before from being out in the hot, blazing sun. It was still hard to believe that one of Adrian’s clients had wanted to kill me. That she had hated me that much, when it wasn’t really my fault that he’d been unable to love her the way she’d wished he could. I don’t know what she’d put in those chocolates but the affect had been frightening. It was just a relief that her blood had wiped away the paralysis caused by the poison. Kind of ironic that the blood from the person who’d tried to kill me had actually ended up saving me.

  “What’s going through that beautiful head of yours?” Adrian’s voice penetrated my thoughts and I turned my gaze back to him.

  “It’s nothing too deep.” I shot him a dimpled grin. “I’m just thinking how ironic it is that the blood from the woman, who wanted me dead, ended up saving me.”

  Adrian’s face darkened. “I had no idea Nadine was like that sweetheart. She’s always been so nice, kind, but she certainly proved that looks can be deceiving. I’m just happy that you are ok and that you are well again and looking your normal, sexy, beautiful self.”

  His words sparked a wave of desire through me and I gave him what I hoped was my sultriest look. “So what do you want to do now?” I asked, my tone suggestive, or at least I hoped it was.

  Adrian caught on immediately and raised an eyebrow at me. “Oh no you don’t Faith. You will not tempt me with your beauty and your body. It’s very late and we need to sleep or we will become weak. You have been through too much for me to fuck you now. There will be plenty of time for that later.”

  I pouted at him through the mirror. “Don’t you want me anymore?”

  With lightning speed, he lunged, his teeth nipping my shoulder, thrusting his hips against me, his erection blatantly obvious as he rubbed himself up and down between my buttocks. “Does that feel like I don’t want you Faith? I will always want you. Fucking you is unlike anyone I’ve ever fucked before. I struggle to keep myself in control when I’m inside you. Haven’t you noticed that?”

  I thought about the times we’d been together and images of him with his head thrown back, his long body shuddering over me flashed through my mind. Then there had been last night too. He had been out of control when he’d taken me against the fence in his front yard. When I finally realised that he had been quite obviously gripped by overwhelming desire, I nodded.

  He kissed my cheek and then took my hand, dragging me from the bathroom. “I will always want you Faith, but now is not the time, despite this.” He wrapped a hand around his hard cock. “We need to sleep, and then we can fuck, ok?”

  “Ok.” I smiled as we climbed into his bed. He pulled the sheets over us before tucking himself up against my back. I could feel his hard length as he slipped it between my thighs and as if unable to help himself, he gave a couple of lazy thrusts of his hips. When I heard his low, muffled moan, I smiled to myself again before closing my eyes.

  Despite feeling Adrian’s erection between my legs and having every glorious inch of his hard, muscled body curled up behind me, he wasn’t enough to keep the fatigue from claiming me. With one final softly murmured. “I love you.” I drifted off to sleep.

  Adrian

  When Adrian finally opened his eyes, he was momentarily disorientated. He looked towards the window with the heavy window coverings and could see it was dark. He also knew by just how dark it was that he’d overslept.

  The events of the previous evening and the day flooded his mind, and slowly he became aware of the woman lying beside him. Her blonde hair was fanned out over her pillow, one hand cradled under her cheek. She was still asleep from what he could see and he lay there simply staring at her. He couldn’t believe she was here, in his bed when it had seemed like she was going to be lost to him forever. Nadine had tried to kill her, and had almost succeeded. If it wasn’t for his mother’s abilities as a witch, she would be dead because they’d never have found her in time.

  He shifted closer to her, slipping the sheet down so he could look at the smooth expanse of her back. His eyes followed the beautiful lines of her body, where she dipped in for the waist before swelling out gently over the hip. Carefully he lowered the sheet even further and let his eyes take in the sight of her sweet ass. As he stared at it, he felt himself growing hard and as his cock stiffened, the need to touch her grew.

  She still wasn’t showing any signs of waking up yet though, and despite his mounting desire, he was reluctant to wake her. She had been through so much with what Nadine had done to her.

  She shifted alongside of him, giving a soft moan, the sound like a purr low in her throat, and Adrian groaned under his breath. With one sexy moan from her, he was achingly hard now. He shifted closer to her, close enough that her sweet scent filled his nostrils. She stretched, her back arching, arms extended over her head, the action pushing her ass back towards him, touching his cock. He groaned, gritting his teeth, still reluctant to wake her, but fighting to keep his hands off her as his desire grew. When she moved her ass brushing him again, he couldn’t take any more, and his control snapped.

  His hand closed over her shoulder, flipping her onto her back and she gave a small shriek of surprise, grinning up at him, her dimples flashing in her cheeks. “Is there something wrong Adrian?” She asked.

  He narrowed his eyes at her, suspicious that she had been pretending to still sleep, and had been deliberately trying to arouse him. Well, she’d succeeded. He rolled onto her, pinning her slim body under his.

  “There’s nothing wrong sweetheart, just more a case of something’s come up.”

  She wriggled her hips and flashed him another grin. “Oh yeah and what do you want me to do about it?”

  Adrian thrust against her, feeling his cock slip between her thighs. Definitely heading in the direction it wanted to go, but not where he needed to be just yet. He lowered his head and brushed his lips over hers. “I want you to let me in.” He whispered.

  She laughed softly before lunging and grabbing his lower lip between her teeth, giving him a quick nip. “Oh I think I can manage that.” Faith shot him another cheeky grin, and he felt her thighs parting until she could wrap her long slim legs around his hips. “So now you have me Adrian what exactly are you going to do with me?”

  “This.” He said and lunged, feeling the swollen head of his cock slip past her soaked entrance and plunge deep inside her. Once he was as deep in her as he could go, he paused, groaning loudly at the feel of her tight little cunt closing around him, gripping him in an intimate embrace. “Oh fuck, fuck you feel so good Faith. I love you so much but I need you badly. I don’t want to hurt you, but I’m not sure I can do this the way you deserve it to be after all you’ve been through.”

  “I’m ok Adrian. You don’t need to hold back with me. I want you too. I love you and I want you to fuck me hard, fast, make me come.” She whispered arching her hips up under him and he felt her tighten even more.

  “Oh fuck.” His voice came out broken, almost tortured. Unable to control himself any longer he pushed himself up onto his hands, tilted his hips, and began to thrust into her, his movements punishingly hard, almost violent. She felt so good, and it was nice not
having to be gentle with her now she was vampire, plus hearing the tiny moans coming from her fuelled his desire.

  “Oh Adrian, oh please, faster, faster.” She cried and with a growl he slammed into her forcefully driving her higher up the bed with his thrusts. He could hear her moans becoming cries and she clamped down around him, her feminine muscles squeezing him, pushing him closer to his own release.

  She felt so damn good, and she was incredibly tight. He loved how firmly she clung to him, but he wanted to make her come spectacularly, he wanted to make the earth move for her.

  He pulled out of her, hearing her protest and her nails dug into his arms as she fought to bring him back to her. “Hang onto the headboard sweetheart.” He urged her, hearing the strain of his desperate need for her in his voice.

  Willingly she obeyed him, her brilliant blue eyes blazing even brighter with her need, and once she had a firm grip on the ornate ironwork, he pulled out of her and sat up, kneeling between her parted thighs. He glanced down, seeing how wet she was, seeing how wet she’d made his painfully swollen cock. The sight of her so ready for him, so exposed nearly pushed him over the edge and frantic for her, he lifted her legs onto his shoulders. At this angle her sweet, sweet cunt was so close he could smell her arousal. He would have liked to drag this out, maybe tease her and torment her a little, but his own need was too great. Nearly losing her and refusing to take her before they slept had escalated his desire to the point where he was struggling for control. After two years selling his body, he’d learned exceptional control, but Faith had the ability to wipe it completely. With her he was needy, desperate, lusting for her like a virginal boy eager for his first taste of pussy.