The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 36

~AUTUMN~

Atticus.

Atticus.

Atticus.

I’m doing it. I’m repeating the spell. And somehow, it’s working. Somehow Atticus wants me. I can tell by the way he moves that this isn’t him. He isn’t doing it out of his free will. And for some reason, I’m not stopping it.

How did you even stop a spell that you weren’t even sure how you started to begin with? Mr. Samuel never explained how to stop it. How could a teacher give a spell and not tell his students how to end it?

The worst part was that I didn’t want this to end. I wanted him to keep touching me. He was ripping my clothes in half. And I didn’t mind one bit. I didn’t want him to stop.

I cry out when his hand grips my p***y through my pants. He’s rubbing me, easing the ache but making it worse simultaneously. How was that possible? How could I feel both things at once?

“Is that where you want me to touch you?” He whispers against my ear before his tongue pulls my earlobe into his mouth. “In your sweet p***y. Do you want me to touch it bare? Without any clothes on? Would that make it better?”

I gasped at just the thought of his hands there without any barriers between them. I grip his shirt and pull hard; that’s my answer without having to say the words. I want it. I want it so much.

He shoves a few cleaning products onto the floor from the table next to us and puts me on top of it. I gasped when he spread my legs wide.

My eyes roll back into my head when he shoves his face between them so that his mouth is now pressed against my aching wetness. I still have the pants on, and I hate them so much. I want it to be gone. I want to be able to feel it more than this. His tongue takes a slow, long, brutal swipe, and I cry out at the feelings that pulsed through me just by looking at how he did it.

I gasped as I remembered why he was even doing this in the first place. No matter how good this felt, I couldn’t allow him to continue with this. I will never forgive myself if I let this continue.

I grab his face and push him backward. “Stop!” I shout.

And just like that, I can see the spell leaving his body. Just like that, it was all over.

Atticus stares at me with a look of confusion and horror. I don’t know if he understands yet that I’m the reason he just lost control of his own body like that. But I know the truth even if he didn’t, and I’m now terrified of myself.

I wasn’t a witch; I shouldn’t have been able to do something like this. So what the hell just happened?

His eyes travel down my body, focusing on my torn clothes, clothes he’d just ripped.

He runs a hand through his hair and turns around, no longer looking my way. He mutters a string of curses; I think he’s blaming himself. I also insisted that he stop while he was in the middle of touching me. He may feel that I didn’t like it. It was quite the opposite of that, but I couldn’t say anything because that would mean that I had to explain why exactly I had stopped it, and I wasn’t ready to do that.

“I’ll get some clothes for you to change into.” He says suddenly. “Don’t go anywhere.”

possible to leave this room half-naked. I wasn’t going to try and escape if that’s what

what exactly had just happened. It may be a good idea to mention this to someone that may be able to provide me with the answers I needed, but I was terrified that they would say that something was wrong with me. A werewolf that knew how to perform spells? I’ve never been able to do anything like

it just the spell of seduction, or could I also cast other spells? There were a few spells that were mentioned, but I’ve never paid plenty of attention

anything at this exact moment. I was still in shock at what I’d just done to Atticus. He only touched me like that because of a stupid spell. I never wanted him that way; I wanted him to desire me without

a few minutes later

says as he exits and shuts the

change of clothes. It would be easy for practically

what happened? An easy response would be that something spilled all over my clothes, and I had

for Atticus to ask me what happened in there or to explain, but he’s reticent. I’m not sure what he’s

with Clarissa and Damon, things are still awkward between us, and I think they can see straight

to your clothes?” Clarissa asks. “I know this isn’t what you were

blushed, unable to stop, “I spilled some juice all over it.”

board. I don’t think we’re doing

you get the dress?”

looks nervous at her question, making me wonder where he truly got the dress from so quickly. It was my size and almost

get the dress?” I repeat

just never got the chance to give

me? It was short but not too short, and

he know that

you planning on giving it to her along with the hundreds

When were roses delivered to the house? Atticus glares at his sister, and she covers her mouth after realizing I wasn’t

gaze shifts to Atticus as I wait for him to explain. I never got any roses, but Atticus and I did have a fierce fight yesterday before he marked me and

still not enough to stop the pain I felt every time I thought about

he proved that he wanted this marriage to work. It

I had other things to sort out, and that was to figure out how on earth

time it’s ever happened to me, and maybe it’s possible that I was reading too much into nothing; the only way I can know for sure

looking forward to that game tonight.” Clarissa grins. “I can see us having so much fun. Plus,

dinner with him tonight; while I would want Atticus to think that I was going to the dinner, I wouldn’t actually do something like that. I don’t believe Clarissa would, either. This was all

in these

just going to have some fun with Autumn. We deserve a

also have Scarlett and Clara join us. That would make

invite Scarlett and

mention of them, “every time you hang out

opposite. Everything goes wrong whenever Anya is in the picture, not those nice girls. They’re my friends. You will

annoyed or angry. Instead, he looks

suddenly. “Dante

doesn’t hide her disappointment at

Clarissa; make sure no one tries to bully her while I’m gone.”