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.”

this room half-naked. I wasn’t

wall when he leaves; I have plenty on my mind. I still wasn’t sure 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

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

to Atticus. He only touched me like that

returns a few minutes later with a

as he exits and shuts the door behind

left of my clothes and throw the 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. It would be easy for practically any person to realize

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

me what happened in there or to explain,

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

asks. “I know this isn’t what you

blushed, unable to stop, “I spilled some juice

he’s as stiff as a board. I don’t think we’re doing an excellent

you get the dress?” She

the dress from so quickly. It was my size and almost like it was

did you get the dress?” I

finally answers. “I just never got

but not

he know that I would

planning on giving it to her along with the hundreds of roses we saw delivered to the house yesterday?”

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

and disappeared for

better but still not enough to stop the pain I felt every time I thought about him leaving me

thought out of my head. I 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 belong to him. I

things to sort out, and that was to figure out how on

this was the first 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

to that game tonight.” Clarissa grins. “I can see us having so much fun. Plus, I want to see if Tyler tries to win

didn’t matter if Tyler played well; all of the attention and hope would be placed on Carter. As long as he performed, the fearsome beasts would win the game. This would mean 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 wasn’t actually interested in Tyler, but he didn’t have to know that. It was better for him to think he wasn’t the only one

in these games?” Damon demands from

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

also have Scarlett and Clara join us.

Scarlett

of them, “every time you hang out with those

goes wrong whenever Anya is in the picture, not those nice girls. They’re

at me, but he doesn’t seem annoyed or angry. Instead, he looks impressed. What was he so impressed about? I disagreed with him; didn’t he get

me,” Damon says suddenly. “Dante told me that Anya wants to see me. I’ll

her disappointment at

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