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

me, there’s no telling how far I would have taken things while thinking it was Anya beneath

keys from the desk

you going this

just what

even waking at this

to go for a drive.” I

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

clear my throat, “I asked her to move into my

He looked surprised.

sleeping in the same room as

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

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

Atticus? Because I could do without a lecture tonight. Save it for

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

that he didn’t

place that has kept me sane for the past few weeks. And it was the one place that stopped me from

into the garage

think about. Tonight

She should have been angry with me; instead, she said it wasn’t a big

the steering wheel. Was it, not

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

for the underground ring, and the second they

vehicle and head to the first

She whispers seductively. “Why

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