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.

I promised myself never to touch her. I didn’t even kiss her on the altar. It was all about fulfilling Anya’s dying wishes, nothing

I’d broken that promise. If she hadn’t woken me, there’s no telling how far I would have taken things while thinking it was Anya

from the desk in front of

this hour?”

what

was he even

to go for a drive.” I

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

clear my throat, “I asked her

He looked surprised.

the same room as

so weird about that?” I demand. “She’s my wife,

brow at me and places both hands in his pockets, “I know that. We all know that. However, I just never

jaw clenches, “is this another one of your lectures, Atticus? Because I could do without a lecture tonight. Save it

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

grateful that he didn’t press on this

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

into the garage and started the

drive to the underground ring wasn’t an easy one. Usually, Anya was the only person I could think about.

have been angry

the steering wheel.

her first kiss or not had nothing to

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

vehicle and head to the first

Dante.” She whispers

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