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

lean against the 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 wrong with me. A werewolf that knew how to perform spells? I’ve never been able to do anything like that in

a few spells that were mentioned, but I’ve

exact moment. I was still in shock at what I’d just done to Atticus. He only touched me like

few minutes later with a dress in

He says as he exits and shuts the

remove 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

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

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

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

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

blushed, unable to stop, “I spilled some juice all

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

you get the dress?” She

got the dress from so

you get the dress?” I

just never got the chance

dress for me? It was short but not too

did he know that I would like

hundreds of roses we saw delivered to the house

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

marked me and disappeared for the rest of

little better but still not enough to stop the pain I felt every time I thought about him leaving me to go to her. It felt like he’d

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 was done crying over him because of Anya. I wouldn’t let her win; I

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

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 possible that I was reading too much into nothing; the only way

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

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 with my full attention. I tried that before, and it didn’t

interested in these games?”

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

Scarlett and Clara join us. That

invite Scarlett

the mention of them, “every time you hang out with those girls,

deny. “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 here to

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

says suddenly. “Dante told me that Anya wants to see me. I’ll be

her disappointment at his

sure no one tries to bully