Page 77 of Venomous Vows

And I’m independent as fuck with my own business and grateful for what he’s done for me. If Adrian wants his dick sucked and to sink deep inside me, I’m not obligated to give him anything else.

I don’t date right now anyway.

If the time ever came when I found someone I really liked, Adrian would have to deal with it. But lucky enough for him, I don’t.

I’m lifted off my feet then, still sandwiched between Adrian’s body and the stone figure behind me, and I mindlessly wrap my arms and thighs around him.

He enters me without warning, springing a gasp from my lips that Adrian promptly swallows. His cock stretches me to almost it being painful, but I welcome the burn and intrusion because, like I said, it’s been a while.

Adrian groans through my lips, still kneading my ass, and I buckle up for the ride. For the brutal force of each one of Adrian’s thrusts and the jealousy that he saw front and center.

Because I was jealous.

And I hated every moment of it.

“You’re so goddamn perfect,piccola diavola.I knew I’d have to go through hell just to get you like this. My own little demon…who made me work for it like no other.”

“You deserve nothing less,” I pant, earning a bite to my lip as Adrian sinks his teeth gently into it.

“Give me all you got,” he mutters. “And I’ll take it. I don’t give a fuck, Elena.”

His words might be sharp, but it’s an opening to what he’s willing to deal with.

Which is everything.

Adrian hasn’t been put off by my words and the dredging up of the past. He’s given me everything straight up, no filter, and even has been a bit vulnerable. Especially with the things he’s told me. The way he’s thought and fantasized about me.

Me.

The girl he used to traumatize and intimidate.

“Come for me,” he orders through a growl. “And then I’m taking you home.”

Disappointment courses through me, but what did I expect? It wasn’t like we were going to sit and talk when we were done. Like things were going to somehow shift and change and get better.

I arch into him, taking Adrian’s cock at a new angle, and we both groan in pleasure. He captures my lips again, preventingme from taking a deep breath, but I like the way he’s suffocating me. That I can only breathe him.

One of his hands comes around to play with my clit, still pounding into me so that I can feel him for a week. My spine hits the hard figure over and over again. Probably going to form a bruise, but I don’t care.

I need this.

And as much as I won’t admit it out loud, I crave what Adrian is doing to me right now.

My fingers dig into his shoulder blade as I feel the heightened climax, right before the fall, fill my gut. My head becomes fogged and heavy, and I abandon any thoughts of stopping this.

Him.

“You’re going to milk my cock, aren’t you,piccola diavola? I can feel you on the edge. You’re going to come all over my fuckin’ cock, aren’t you?”

It triggers my orgasm like a slingshot. His dirty words and images careen me over and I see stars.

Stars and shards of purples and blues in my vision.

Adrian doesn’t stop fucking me, kissing me, and taking everything from me. All my energy is exerted from what he’s just done to me and what he still demands more of.

The man in question growls then starts to shake against me and that’s when I feel him convulse and bottom out. His cum spills inside me, marking and violently getting his message across.

Adrian isn’t going to stop.

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