Page 13 of Venomous Vows

I knewit was a bad idea.

I never should’ve followed Elena outside. There should have been zero attraction coursing through my veins the moment I found her pacing like a little lunatic in my backyard.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

There was no love lost when my family moved out of Sutter and to Bellbrooke where I reside now. Elena was a childhood memory. One that wasn’t supposed to come back into my life and shake it.

But the moment I found her, I needed tohaveher.

Those radiant blue eyes instantly sucked me in and bled me dry. It pumped blood furiously into my cock because those lips and that fucking long, curly dark brown hair was attached to the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my entire life.

Elena was my nemesis.

Now, she’s my wet fantasy all wrapped in a perfect opportunity to break her in for me andonlyme.

The woman still has a fire lit under her perfectly tanned skin and I find myself, surprisingly, actually enjoying it. I haven’tgone toe-to-toe with a woman since Elena and my brain took the challenge like it does all the other ones.

But she is an undertaking that I want to own.

I’ve either officially lost my shit. Or I’m tired.

Either one doesn’t excuse anything that I’ve conjured up in my head over dinner and watching her every move as she purposely didn’t serve me at all, but I don’t give a fuck.

I have nothing but time to permit Elena to do her so-called job that my brother gave her and let her hash the details out.

Well, most of the details.

We obviously haven’t gotten down to the favors and what she’d owe me if I went in to get Marcella, but that’s about to go down right now.

Because when Elena ambles into my office with tight blue jeans that hug her thick thighs and curvy waist, I’m back on my shit again.

Shit that I’m not entirely sure is a suicide mission or the best idea I’ve ever had my whole life.

“Take a seat,” I offer her before she closes the door to my father’s—myoffice. This space has never felt like mine, but I moved in after my father’s passing. Relocating it felt odd and it was already hard enough to function in the house without him here.

Elena does what I ask and remains silent throughout as I refill my glass of bourbon placed on my desk.

“Can I get you something to drink?”

“No,” she replies instantaneously. “Thank you.”

So she did grow some manners after all.

I try my best to keep my eyes off the white tee she’s wearing that has some sort of verbiage on there and resume our meeting.

She’s not going to like this.

Elena is going to disagree, fight, and tear me a new asshole with my arrangement to bring her sister back home, but I’m here for it.

Because, either way, I’m going to get what I want.

“I’m sure you’ve been on pins and needles awaiting what I had in mind for?—”

“Just spit it out, Adrian,” Elena carps back through a glower and those pinched blue eyes. “I think you’ve tortured me enough.”

I’m sure other men who have endured my form of torture would say otherwise, but I don’t correct her.

No need to make this to be worse in her head than it’s already going to be.

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