Page 108 of Venomous Vows

“Not now,” she replies. “But…things happen.”

Not with me.

I plan shit and I know the next move. This is a mess, and it’s all over the place. My mind isn’t straight and all I can think about is how our relationship isn’t what it was supposed to be. I should’ve been married to her already, not almost dying in a plane crash. And she shouldn’t be pregnant because it’s not what she wanted to do.

“What do you need?” I glance down at her and those blue eyes connect to mine. “Are you hungry?”

“It’s not dinnertime yet.”

“I don’t care. Are you hungry?”

She rocks her head back and forth. “No. I just want you to understand me, Adrian. I need you safe, too. I have to know that you’re going to put this child first.”

“I’ll always put you and the child first.”

“Aboveyour need for revenge when someone has wronged you. You left when I was scared about what was going to happen to you. You didn’t care.”

“It needed to be done, Elena.”

She tsks. “Not when I love you, it doesn’t, Adrian. Get a fuckin’ grip. Revenge doesn’t need to be addressed when there are other matters at hand that?—”

“What did you say?”

Elena blinks as if going back in her head before I see the light bulb click on in her head. “Oh.”

My eyes narrow. “Oh, what?”

“You caught on to that, huh?” She shifts her weight around and I grab her by her biceps to steady her.

“Quit fucking around with me and tell me what you said.”

“Would it matter?” she challenges back. “Would my admitting that I’m starting to fall for you stop you from leaving last night?”

Honestly, it would’ve been a challenge.

“We had one shot at Spencer,piccola diavola,” I mutter. “He doesn’t have a schedule but one place that I knew he was going to be at. It just so happened that you wanted to keep riding my dick like you own it and—” Elena gives me a little punch to the gut and I grunt.

“Whoowns it?” she retorts evenly with squinted eyes, then she grabs my junk through my slacks. “Who owns this cock, Adrian?”

Oh, the shit I could do to make this girl lose her entire mind.

“We’re not married yet—” Elena puts pressure on my balls and I hold back a fucking squeal that wants to escape my throat. “You already know whose dick it is, Elena.”

“I need to hear you say it.”

“Yours,” I blurt out through a glower. “Whose else would it be?”

Elena releases my cock and lifts her chin. “Just checkin’ to make surewe’reon the same page.”

“We’re definitely on the same page with that. However, we’re definitely not on the same page of you scaring the living shit out of me.”

“I’m sorry.”

I study her face. “No, you’re not.”

Lifting onto her tiptoes, Elena closes in on my face. “I am. But I need you to hear me. Not just leave because you think you can.”

“I don’t do that every Friday?—”

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