Page 82 of Venomous Vows

“And you’re full of me, Elena.” I drive forward, harder, and she flinches and suffocates a moan from her throat. “And that’s how it’ll always stay.”

She tries to pry my fingers away with hers, but I hold on tight. “You’re delusional.”

“I’m your savior. I retained your sister, saved your life, and you’re lucky I haven’t killed your father yet for the shit he pulled.”

“You wouldn’t.” She searches for any evidence that I would, but she’ll fall short. If I wipe him off the face of this Earth, then I might as well go fuck myself with her ever opening up to me.

“Your answer for your father’s life,” I grind out like the fucking asshole that I am. Now I’m playing by manipulation and force. She’s loyal to the bastard and I’m starting to believe she’ll never be loyal to me.

Ever.

That this is a fool’s dream. That Elena is so far out of my reach that I don’t have the tools to obtain it.

“Mark my words, Adrian…you don’t want me as a wife. I will make your life a living hell.”

Leaning over, I smirk, permitting my cockiness to show. “That’s where I already live,piccola diavola. You’re just the shining star leading the way.”

She scowls at me, but it’s not long before it disappears. Before she’s gripping onto my forearm that’s still attached to the hand that’s holding her face.

I come, mindlessly and selfishly, pumping every bit of my cum inside her like the devil I am. Elena gets off too with each one of my grunts and praises at how perfect she is for me.

I’m not sure if it’s because she got lost inside her own head or if it was because of me.

But I’m not going to dwell on it.

Because I’m ready for round three.

25

ELENA

Exhaustion takesover me as I lock up for the night at Flour Power and look forward to my bed, which just happens to be at Adrian’s house.

I have to admit, it’s the most comfortable bed I’ve ever been on. I’m in love with it, but being in Adrian’s home is unnerving.

It’s a mind fuck.

He’s at the dining room table every morning when I wake up. Sipping on black coffee and eating a well-rounded breakfast like he’s a full supporter of breakfast being the most important meal of the day. He makes sure that I have piping hot coffee, a bagel with cream cheese, and fruit.

But he never pushes on a conversation. Just allows me to eat in peace while I scribble down notes in my planner of all the things I need to do for the day.

Again, unnerving.

I receive a kiss on top of my head before he heads out and we don’t see each other until the evening where, most of the time, he’s holed up in his office and comes out to ask me how my day was. He gives me a once-over, places another kiss on my head, then promptly goes back to what he was doing.

At night, I sense him opening the door to my bedroom and peeking inside. He never breeches the doorframe, though, and then retreats. Since the night he brought me home from his bachelor party, we’re back to a safe distance and minimal words.

And I don’t know if I should be grateful for it or disturbed. The man wants a marriage, but I’m getting the guest treatment, which is something I should be thankful for.

However, I never pictured my life to be indebted to a man who wants my hand in marriage and then leaves me alone. It was supposed to be for love and a future. And I don’t know what those two things hold for Adrian and me, but he’s driving me insane.

Like he always does.

Turning toward the parking lot, I jolt in surprise to see a man leaning up against a blacked-out SUV and my heart slams into my chest before recognizing Adrian.

He strides toward me, an impeccable black suit lining his chiseled frame as his power status drips from his shoulders. His gaze never leaves me and all I can do is stand next to the front door of the bakery like an idiot.

“What are you doing here?” I finally ask when he’s close enough and I get the words to leave my mouth.

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