Page 70 of Venomous Vows

When Adrian gets ballsy and runs the pad of his finger along my asshole and gives a little pressure to it, I’m surprised when I collapse inwardly and into my orgasm. My whole frame shakes as I moan through each wave of rapture, continuing to ride Adrian’s face like I can’t get enough and I don’t want to.

Elena, calm down. Aftermath of orgasm. You’re not thinking right.

When I’ve finally calmed down, Adrian crawls back up my body and I expect him to finally do what he’s been saying he would, but he just hovers over me like the sexy cloud of a man that he is.

“I’ll order you breakfast.”

Does this man know the fine art of seducing a woman to a tee or have I been that out of the game?

I watch him crawl out of bed, plucking his cell as he goes, and saunters off into the living space of the penthouse suite.

Leave it to Adrian to get the most expensive room on this unexpected trip.

I hear his voice a moment later, rattling off something before he’s back in the room again and he’s wearing this cocky little smirk that hints at all the things he just did to me.

What he’ll never let me forget.

“Need help out of bed?”

I glower at him. “No.”

He chuckles right before his phone goes off again and he glances down. I see the hesitation before he answers and brings the phone to his ear. “Hello?”

Silence fills the space when his gaze connects with mine and I’m not sure what to make of the way he stares at me, but I see the heavy sigh that leaves his chest.

“That sounds great,” he says with a curt nod, then averts his gaze from me. “I’ll meet with your father to arrange everything, then.” His jaw locks and I see the tension that rolls up his shoulders. “Whatever you want, I’ll be there.”

Be where?

I can’t help but have the question pop into my head. Not knowing what Adrian does is probably for the best, though. I’ve already gotten myself involved in a gang. I don’t need to get deeper into a mob.

“I’ll talk to you soon then, Kira.”

And then he hangs up.

Kira.

Whatever you want, I’ll be there.

A heated blush takes over my face, mixed with embarrassment that I just played the role Adrian wanted me to.

The whore.

He’s about to have a wife and I’m going to be the home-wrecker.

“Wipe that look off your face,piccola diavola. You knew I had to find a wife.”

I did.

I can’t deny that, no matter how much I wish I could. But it still doesn’t take away from the guilt and shame of sleeping with Adrian while his wife is at home taking care of his household and, eventually, having his children.

You didn’t want that. You told him that you didn’t want his name and to spawn any children.

“I just didn’t expect you to talk to her around me,” I bite out.

“Why not? You knew she’d exist, eventually.”

I hate this.

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