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.”

I wasn’t going to try and escape if that’s what he

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 that in the past, so what was happening

spells? There were a few spells that were mentioned, but I’ve never paid

was too scared to try 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

returns a few minutes later with a dress

wait for you outside.” He says as he exits

dress on over my head. I’m nervous when I walk out the door. I’m not sure if anyone will notice the change of clothes.

easy response would be that something spilled all over my clothes, and I had to

for Atticus to ask me what happened in there or to explain,

we meet with Clarissa and Damon, things are still awkward between us, and I

asks. “I know this isn’t what you were

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

I don’t think we’re

the dress?” She asks.

got the dress from so quickly. It was my size and almost like it was made just for

get the

bought it for you.” He finally answers. “I just never got the chance to give it

really buy this dress for me? It was short but not too short, and it wasn’t fitted either; it

know that

her along with the hundreds of roses we saw delivered to

to the house? Atticus glares at his sister, and she

have a fierce fight yesterday before he marked me and disappeared for the rest of

I thought about him leaving me to go to her.

promised myself to stop letting them hurt me. I promised myself to be stronger. I wouldn’t let Atticus into my heart again until he proved that he wanted this marriage to work. It didn’t matter that my heart would always only

that wasn’t my only problem anymore, I had other things to sort out, and that was to figure out how on

could I trust to tell this secret to? The truth was that this was the first time it’s ever happened to me, and maybe it’s

about you, but I’m looking forward to that game tonight.” Clarissa grins. “I can see us having so much

that Tyler would expect us to go to 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 about teaching him a lesson, nothing else. I

in

“I’m just going to have some fun with Autumn. We deserve a girl’s night

also have Scarlett and Clara join

invite Scarlett

time

Everything goes wrong whenever Anya is in the picture, not those nice

or angry. Instead, he looks impressed. What was he so

classes together without me,” Damon says suddenly. “Dante told me that Anya wants to see me. I’ll

hide her disappointment at

sure no one tries to bully her while I’m