Page 97 of Venomous Vows

“By whose standards?”

Elena lifts her head. Her dark curls are a mess and scattered every which way, but she still looks beautiful in every single way. “Mine. You don’t need to go out. You’re home.”

“I have some things to do,piccola diavola. I won’t be long.”

“Where?”

I’m not doing this.

Yet I keep my composure because she’s not used to this and it’ll take some time.

“Zane and I have some people to meet.”

Her blue eyes narrow suspiciously in on me. “After eleven?”

“Elena…” I warn, giving her a soft little tug on her hair. “Don’t start. I’ve been in this bedroom with you all day.”

Her palms shove into my chest, and then she lifts herself off me. “I’m sorry if I kept you all day from doing more important things—” Leaning up, I flip her over onto her back and gain the upper hand with my much larger body.

“Don’t go flippin’ shit around when you know that’s not it. I was almost assassinated. That’s not going to go unanswered.”

“Have your men do it.”

“This is personal.”

“Adrian—”

“I willnothave you out in this world where there’s danger lurking everywhere and anywhere. You are my responsibility and you will be my wife. But there isn’t going to be a Spencer Halley walking around much longer.”

“Adrian, you havemento do this…shit for you. I’m not condoning murder, but if you have to do it…I don’t want you to leave.”

“I won’t be long.”

“That’s not what I’m worrying about. What if they attack again and don’t miss you this time?”

“That’s not going to happen.” Because I’m going to catch him off guard while he has his mindless fun at the club he frequents.

“How do you know?” Elena presses. “You’re not invincible, Adrian. I hope you know that.”

“I do have nine lives, though.” She rolls her eyes at me and stares up at the ceiling. My palm cups the side of her face and those blue eyes flick down at me. “I promise I’ll come home.”

“You know what you should do…”

A thoughtless growl rumbles from my throat because it’s when she does this that has me rearranging plans and things I need to do. Elena offering her body to me, submitting and moaning with my cock deep inside her, will never get old.

Ever.

Now that I’ve had her, I’ll never be able to have enough. The way she looks at me yanks at my soul. It demands to own the damn thing and while I have no problem giving her other things, I’m paranoid that she’s going to change me.

“Piccola diavola,you know I love nothing more than fucking you. And I’ll make that shit up to you ten times over when I get home. I need to take care of this.”

“While that’s all fine and dandy,” she drawls simply, reaching for my hand that’s holding her face, “I was thinking that you should marry me.”

My brows crash together. “What?”

“We don’t need a huge ceremony,” she continues. “Just Zane and Marcella.”

“We can do that in the morning if you want,” I reply, unable to stop the fluttering in my heart that she mentioned it. Thatsheis pushing the marriage thing now.

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