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.

her. I didn’t even kiss her on the altar. It was

broken that promise. If she hadn’t woken me, there’s no telling how far I

the desk

going this hour?” Atticus

what

he even waking at

go for a

with Willow? We noticed that she isn’t

my throat, “I asked her to

He looked surprised.

me she’s sleeping in the same room as you?”

weird about that?” I demand. “She’s

pockets, “I know that. We all know that. However, I just never realized that

another one of your lectures, Atticus? Because I could do without a lecture tonight. Save it for someone

good mood. I’ll let you go. We can speak in

grateful that he didn’t press on

of. It’s the place that has kept me sane for the past few weeks. And it was the one place that stopped me from thinking about

the garage and started

Usually, Anya was the only person I could think about. Tonight

that I had kissed her? She should have been angry with me; instead, she said it

hands tighten on the steering wheel. Was it, not

first kiss or not had nothing to do with

for the underground ring, and the second they saw

to the first booth. The receptionist

pleasant surprise this is. You’re not on tonight Dante.” She whispers

bottle cap in front of me. “Are there any spots available?” I