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 all about fulfilling Anya’s

me, there’s no telling how far

the

going this

f**k, just what I

was he even waking at this

need to go for a

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

throat, “I asked her to move

He looked surprised.

sleeping in the same room as

I demand. “She’s

pockets, “I know that. We all know that. However, I just

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

in a good mood. I’ll let you go. We can speak in the morning. Hopefully, by

grateful that he didn’t press on

place my family would disapprove of. It’s the place that has kept me sane for the past few weeks. And it

the garage

wasn’t an easy one. Usually, Anya was the only person I could think about. Tonight was different. Since Willow’s scent was still all over my body,

angry with me; instead, she

on the steering wheel. Was it, not

it was her first kiss or not had nothing to do with

pulled up to the gates for the underground ring, and the

parking, I leave the vehicle and head to the first booth. The receptionist smiles

not on tonight Dante.” She whispers seductively. “Why are you here? Is it to see

“Are there any spots available?” I ask her, ignoring her