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.”

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

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 to

I also cast other spells? There were a few spells that were mentioned, but I’ve never paid plenty of attention

just done to Atticus. He only touched me like that because of a stupid spell. I never wanted him that way; I

a few minutes later with a dress in

you outside.” He says as he exits and shuts the

what’s 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 that this wasn’t the same thing I’d been wearing earlier today. That thought

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

or to explain, but he’s reticent. I’m not sure

awkward between us, and I think

something happen to your clothes?” Clarissa asks. “I

stop, “I spilled some juice all over

as a board. I don’t think we’re doing an

the dress?” She asks.

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

the dress?” I repeat her

“I just never

It was short but not

that I

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 of what she

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 the rest of the night.

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

he proved that he wanted this marriage to work. It didn’t matter that my

only problem anymore, I had other things to sort out, and that was to figure out how on

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

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

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

in these games?” Damon demands from

wrong if I want to see the game, Damon?” She asks. “I’m just going to have some fun with Autumn. We deserve a girl’s night

could also have Scarlett and Clara join us. That would make it

Scarlett

time you hang

not true.” I deny. “I think it’s quite the opposite. Everything goes wrong whenever Anya is in the picture, not those

looks impressed. What was he so impressed about? I disagreed with

the classes together without me,” Damon says suddenly. “Dante told

hide her disappointment at his

no one tries to bully