Page 85 of Venomous Vows

Although that’s a rookie move. Celine would never be found by the time I was done with her. But I wasn’t willing to risk Elena’s questions and lie to her just for it to bite me in the ass later.

I spot a few of my men in the crowd, eyes zeroed in on the same position, which only shows that Elena is near. I scan the area, finding those dark curls bouncing around with her sister, Marcella, and smiling as though she doesn’t have a care in the world. Zane said it was a few friends that he invited, minus Celine, but it doesn’t matter because she won’t be leaving with them tonight.

The closer I get, the more of Elena’s outfit I am revealed. It’s an all-black leather jacket that comes up to her forearms, a short black skirt, black tights, and knee-high boots.

She looks sexy as fuck and my cock immediately comes to attention.

This woman is all mine, and she’ll always remain that way. Her arms are raised over her head, dancing the night away to some remake of a ’90s song with more bass and she’s beautiful.

Addicting.

Alluring.

And all fucking mine.

I can’t help but inch closer and gain her attention. This woman has me on lock. I’m anxious to see her at the end of every day and know where she is at all times. The idea of her being my wife suffocates and drowns me to the point where I don’t need or wish to be cautious about it.

I just need her to know.

That wherever she goes and whatever she does, I’m going to be there to make sure she’s safe. And if that’s breaking into her bachelorette party with zero fucks to show that I’m always going to show up and be around for her safety, that’s what it’s going to be.

Those blue eyes skate over to me as if sensing that I’m near, but she doesn’t scowl or bore daggers into my head. Instead, she lifts a brow, showing that she’s shocked that I’m here, but she doesn’t stop moving. And if she’s dancing for herself or me, it doesn’t matter. All I want to do is glide my fingertips up her thighs and feel the rough material of her tights. To see if she’s wearing any panties—which she better be—and to fuck her to the loud music playing in the space.

She moves away from her sister, swaying those hips my way, and I let her come to me. Marcella notices me, smirks, then continues to dance with the females accompanying her. None that I’ve seen before and ones that I will be doing a full background check on if they’re going to be hanging out with my wife.

Elena twirls around and presses her spine up to my chest. Her knee-high boots put her ass in the perfect position to grind on my semi-hard cock, which is only growing by the second.

Craning her neck, she gives me a timid little smile, but it’s also filled with something sinister and devilish. As though she knows exactly what she’s doing and how it’ll affect me if she hasn’t noticed already.

My forearm wraps possessively around her abdomen as I pull her flush against me. I permit her to torture and play with me until the song is over, but the minute it flips to something else, I’m practically guiding her to the nearest place I can to get her up against something.

With a jerk of my head, my men follow ahead and behind. Two saunter down a dark hallway, open a door, then move for me to be able to get inside. I didn’t need to train them to know exactly what I need. They’ve been with me for so fucking long that they know my needs without words or orders.

Sliding inside the pink-illuminated room filled with neons, I shove Elena into the nearest wall and hike up her skirt tograb her ass. Her palms find my biceps, but she doesn’t push me away, only looks up at me expectedly—willing, waiting, and absolutely fucking drop-dead gorgeous.

My nose brushes up against hers and I lean over, smelling that lavender and honey that fits and drives me over the edge of sanity. With my patience weening, I hold and wait for my soon-to-be wife to give me any inclination that she doesn’t want this.

That she doesn’t want me.

Sliding my palms over her upper thighs, I grip the material of her thin tights and begin ripping at the material. Elena silently pauses, a small gasp leaving her lips, but no words come out.

This is our moment.

One she won’t shatter with lies and talks about how she doesn’t want this. That I’m one of the worst human beings she’s ever met in her life and she can’t stand to be with me.

“You were intoxicating out here,piccola diavola.What kind of outfit is this?”

“One I wear to go out and have fun with.”

“What kind of fun?”

Her lips coil into a diabolical smile, but she gives me an answer. “You don’t think I pondered the fact that Zane would tell you where I went? That I believed you’d show up here, unannounced, at my bachelorette party, just to induce your crazy obsession with me?”

My cock twitches at the subtle hint that this outfit was for me. “What are you saying? I’m gonna need you to spell it out for me.”

“It was only a matter of time before you showed up here. Took you long enough.”

“You say that as though you wanted me to.”

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