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.”

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

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

just the spell of seduction, or could I also cast other spells? There were a few

touched me like that because of a stupid spell. I

a few minutes later with a dress in his

for you outside.” He says as he exits and

sure if anyone will notice the change of clothes. It would be easy for practically any person to realize that this wasn’t

if they asked what happened? An easy response would be that something spilled

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

awkward between

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

spilled some juice

looks at Atticus, and he’s as stiff as a board. I don’t think we’re doing an

the dress?” She

where he truly got the dress from so quickly. It was my

the dress?” I

just never got the chance to

for me? It was short but not

that I

on giving it to her along with the hundreds of roses we saw delivered to the

the house? Atticus glares at his sister, and she

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 disappeared for

enough to stop the pain I felt every time I thought about him leaving me to go to

wanted this marriage to work. It didn’t matter that my heart would always only belong to him. I was done crying over him because of

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

happened to me, and maybe it’s possible that I was reading

about you, but I’m looking forward to that game tonight.” Clarissa grins. “I can see us having so much fun. Plus, I want to see if Tyler tries to win

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 with my full

you suddenly interested in these

to see the game, Damon?” She asks. “I’m just

and Clara join us. That would make it

Scarlett and

“every time you hang out with those girls, everything goes

“I think it’s quite the opposite. Everything goes wrong whenever Anya is in the picture, not those nice girls. They’re my friends. You will learn to like them because they’re

he doesn’t seem annoyed or angry. Instead, he looks impressed. What was he so impressed

guys can attend the classes together without me,” Damon says suddenly. “Dante told me that Anya wants to see me. I’ll be leaving

her disappointment at

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