Page 86 of Venomous Vows

“Maybe I’m getting used to it.”

The side of my finger slides across her cunt, but it’s bare.

Nothing between her thighs but tights. When I grabbed her ass, I thought she wore a thong. But my woman came to a fucking club with no damn panties on.

“You better tell me right now, Elena, that your pretty little cunt was out because you expected me to come claim it.”

The back of her head drops to the black drywall, chin lifted, eyes fixed on me, and I swear to God I think she’s fucking with me. That all of this is just some sick joke where she’s reeling me in just to cast me back out again.

I can’t handle it if she does.

I’m not going to be able to keep doing the back and forth and giving her all this space. It’s eventually going to come to a head. And she’s either going to hate my guts or she’s going to want me as much as I want her.

“You or some other mobster who was going to take me away from all this.”

My palm slams into the wall next to her head, but Elena doesn’t flinch. In fact, her smile grows even wider. “I’d love to see that,piccola diavola.You obviously haven’t learned what I’m capable of.”

“I see that you’re still talking.”

My body mindlessly reacts and her tights are ripping within the next millisecond. Lifting her by the back of the thighs, Elena wraps them around my waist as I settle in, sandwiching her between my body and the wall.

I barely get my cock free before I’m positioning and thrusting inside her. Her cunt squeezes me home, teasing and warm, and this is exactly where I want to be.

Elena’s breathing instantly goes unhinged, accepting every drive of my cock and moaning encouragement for me to keep going.

I never thought we’d get here.

Elena Rossi was a fantasy that was too out of my depth, my reach. I’ve always been able to obtain everything and anything I’ve ever wanted, but she’s been top-tier for me.

And she’s about to be my wife.

“Who do you belong to,piccola diavola?” I ask, knowing damn well that she’s going to deny ever letting me own her completely.

“According to you,” she whimpers, “you.”

“What about in your head? You just told me that if someone took you away from all this, you would’ve gone.”

“I never said that.”

“You didn’tnotsay that. You’re playing a dangerous game here,piccola diavola.One that persuades even the most calm of me to lose my entire shit when you’re out here playing like this.”

Elena arches her spine, taking me deeper at another angle and I lose all mobility in my pace and what we were just talking about.

I sink deeper intoher.

Mentally, physically, and wholeheartedly fall.

My mouth crashes into hers in a bruising kiss that commands submission and to just feel. To receive all I can give her and look toward a future that’s bright and optimistic for the first time in my life.

Elena is that sunshine in the darkness. The missing puzzle piece that makes my life intact. I’ve already said that I look forward to seeing her. Now I’m even more enthralled to see her as my wife.

“I’m going to make you the happiest woman alive,piccola diavola. Anything you need or want, it’s yours.”

Elena shakes her head. “I don’t need anything.”

Of course she doesn’t.

“It’s there if you do,” I retort softly. “My job is to take care of you?—”

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