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.

myself never to touch her. I didn’t even kiss her on the

there’s no telling how far I would have taken

the keys from the

going this

just what I

was he even waking at this

to go for

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

“I asked her to move

He looked surprised.

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

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 realized that you knew

jaw clenches, “is this another one of your lectures, Atticus? Because I

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

that he didn’t press on

family would disapprove 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 Anya. It was

garage and started the

think

angry with me; instead, she said

the steering wheel. Was it, not her

her first kiss or not had nothing

and the second they saw my jeep, they let

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

not on tonight Dante.” She whispers seductively. “Why are you

flip the bottle cap in front of me. “Are there any