Page 53 of Venomous Vows

Elena squeezes my forearm, digging her long fingernails into my skin, and I don’t bother wincing. This is what I get for not paying the fuck attention.

Which only means I’ll need to do this again.

And again.

And again.

Technically, there is no limit as to how many times I can have her. It’s all up to me and what I want. For the stressful days where I feel like killing somebody, to the deals that go wrong, and everything in between. I will use Elena for my pleasure moving forward and no longer be showing up at her fucking place of business just to be able to get her like this.

It’s not about her. It’s about me. I served and did what I was supposed to do. I followed my side of the deal. And that’s it.

There’s nothing difficult about this. Besides finding a new wife in her place and being able to tend to the two areas that I need in order to continue the succession of my lineage.

Elena bows forward, palms placed along the stainless steel table sitting in front of her, and I still have my fingers deep within her. I’ve been in a trance as this went down. I have no words other than disappointment that I wasn’t able to enjoy this.

And this shit is going to stop today.

“I need you at my place tonight for dinner at nine o’clock. Don’t be late.”

“I can’t. I have to close up tonight?—”

“I didn’t ask for your itinerary,” I lash out. “I want you on your knees tonight—” Elena whips around, forcing my fingers out of her, and glowers at me.

“Fuck you, Adrian,” she clips out. “I’m not your lap dog. I’m busy tonight.”

I bump my chest into hers and sandwich her legs between mine. “Did I say that I cared? I don’t.”

“I have to close up tonight.”

“Your friend can do it.”

“No.” Elena lifts her chin. “You need to wait. I know that’s not something you’re used to doing, but there has to be a line of respect.”

“I’m sorry,” I grind out. “Did I not do exactly what you wanted? Now I’m getting yanked around becauseyoudon’t like something. I needed a wife and you threw a fit about that. Now, you’re my mistress and I can’t even get my dick sucked?—”

“The more you talk about it, the more I don’t want to do it.”

She’s unbelievable.

And I’m damn well not putting on my best game. I may have done half of it, but when I started getting lost, I began to get impatient and it went all downhill from there.

I’ll never have Elena.

In no way, shape, or form. The woman doesn’t want me, never has, never will, and since when do I care?

I should’ve just made her my wife and wooed her to fucking death until she could stand me.

Why the fuck would you want to do that? You just said you didn’t care.

My hands ball into fists. I’ve never felt this out of control. I’ve always been able to ground myself even in the worst situations and think clearly.

But withher,I’m in a rainforest that keeps growing rapidly around me and I’m starting to suffocate.

She’s no good for me. For what I need. This was a fucking mistake.

“Can we do lunch tomorrow?” Elena asks softly, rearranging the waistband of her leggings. “I can make some time?—”

“Continue on with your night,” I order flatly, stepping away so that I can make my leave. “We’ll arrange something else at another time.”

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