The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 174

BOOK 3 CHAPTER 10

~DANTE~

I can still f*****g taste her. Smell her. Feel her. Willow was softer than any woman I’d ever had in my life in the past, including her sister.

I was angry, f*****g angry that I had done something so unforgivable, even if it was in my sleep.

How could I have thought that she was Anya? I should have awakened the moment her scent hit my nose. It wouldn’t have taken me long to know that it wasn’t Anya beneath me but Willow.

Damn it.

What the hell was wrong with me? I brought Willow to my room to protect her from the rumors; I did not bring her to bury my d**k inside her.

Why did that thought even cross my mind?

I felt sick to my stomach. I was a sick bastard.

She was Anya’s sister, for crying out loud.

I couldn’t stay here. Not tonight. Not when her scent still surrounded me. I hated to admit it, but the moment I’d tasted her in my mouth, I wanted b****y more.

I must be going insane; that’s the only explanation for this. As a man, my need to have a woman beside me was messing with my head. That would explain my desire for something more.

To hell with that. I rathered spend the rest of my life without a single woman than have strong desires for a woman that wasn’t Anya.

even kiss her on the altar. It was all

me, there’s no telling

the desk

are you going this

f**k, just what

he even waking

to go for a drive.”

“Did something happen with Willow? We noticed that she isn’t in her

“I asked her to move into

He looked surprised.

in the

about that?” I demand. “She’s

hands in his pockets, “I know that. We all know that. However, I

Because I could

see that you’re not in a good mood. I’ll let you go.

grateful that he didn’t press on this

the past few weeks. And it was the one place that stopped me from thinking about Anya. It was my

walked into the garage

ring wasn’t an easy one. Usually, Anya was the only person I could think about. Tonight was different.

not disgusted that I had kissed her? She should have been angry with me; instead, she said it wasn’t a big deal. How was it

wheel. Was it, not her

was her first kiss or not

for the underground ring, and the second they saw my jeep, they

leave the vehicle and head to the first booth. The receptionist

She

front of me. “Are there any spots available?” I ask her, ignoring