Page 51 of Venomous Vows

“No,” I deadpan with a roll of my eyes because she didn’t want the queen’s role in my life. If Elena had picked to be my wife, she would have everything she wanted and more. “You’re mine,piccola diavola.I don’t need to make a special time for you. It justis.”

On your knees, little devil.

I’ve had nothing but thoughts of my cum down her throat and her eyes watering from taking me deep. But that may be too much and the last thing I want to do is make this a thing where I was too rough on her the first time and she wants to whine about it.

I may have to work Elena up to my standards.

I’m okay with that.

“Adrian…this isn’t how this was supposed to work.”

Don’t I know it.

I shouldn’t be here. A text or phone call for her to come see me was the way this was supposed to go.

But, again, here I am.

There is something about sneaking up on Elena and catching her off guard, which has always been appealing to me. I remember one time when she was sixteen, I shoved myself in a laundry room with her because it was supposed to be some cheap-ass version of seven minutes in heaven.

I would’ve given anything for those seven minutes, but she was too young and I didn’t want anyone touching her when I was around.

I may have punched the little shit in the face who was supposed to arrive, but I told Elena he bailed. I’m sure it didn’t do much to her self-esteem, but he wouldn’t have been able to make her come that quick anyway.

“I decide how this works,” I say as I sink my fingers as deep as I can possibly get them to go. “Show me how you come apart. I want to learn every single sound you make when you rise and fall.”

Her palm falls to the top of my forearm and clutches onto me for dear life. I think it’s the only time Elena has ever let go with me. And I’m not sure if it’s because I gave her no choice or if she thought this was the better option.

Fucking me without the possibility of kids.

Honestly, I’d rather it be her. But I’m not there yet mentally to add anything onto my plate where Elena will be the biggest problem I have.

“You’re holding on,” I mutter along the shell of her ear. “But you won’t let go.”

“I don’t trust you, Adrian. There’s nothing good about you when it comes to me.”

Truth.

But there was no room to be her knight in shining armor. Zane was that tenfold in a way, keeping her happy. I just kept her safe.

“I’ve never hurt you,” I manage to get out as her pussy soaks down my hand. “Why would I do that now? I’ve given you freedom,piccola diavola.You don’t have to marry me.”

“But a wife might be just as dangerous. She would never?—”

“I decide what happens,” I grind out through clenched teeth. “I won’t change how I run things.”

“You can’t control everyone, Adrian. That’s now how?—”

“Irun the show, Elena. No one else. If she doesn’t fucking like it, then she can see her fucking ass out. I’m not going to hide you.”

Elena’s head whips around with owlish eyes. “What? No…hide me. I don’t want to be known as your?—”

“You’ll be known as mine, and everyone else can make their own assumptions. For all they know, you’re my assistant.”

“You’ve never had one before.”

“How would you know?”

“Adrian, please don’t make me look like a slut in front of your colleagues.”

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