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 married Willow, I promised myself never to touch her. I didn’t even kiss her on

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 beneath

from the

you going this hour?” Atticus

just what

he even waking

go for

“Did something happen with Willow? We noticed that she

clear my throat, “I asked her

He looked surprised.

sleeping in the

so weird about that?” I demand. “She’s my wife, isn’t

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

of your lectures, Atticus? Because I could

I’ll let you go. We can speak

that he didn’t press

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

garage and

Anya was the only person I could think about. Tonight

She should have been angry with me;

hands tighten on the steering wheel. Was it, not her first

clenches. Whether it was her first kiss or not had nothing to do

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

leave the vehicle and head to the first booth. The

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

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