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 altar. It was

broken that promise. If she hadn’t woken me, there’s no telling how far I would have taken things

grab the keys from the

going this hour?” Atticus

just what

he even waking at this

go for a drive.”

happen with Willow? We noticed that she isn’t in her

my throat, “I asked her to move into

He looked surprised.

you telling me she’s sleeping in the same

I demand. “She’s my wife, isn’t

in his pockets, “I know that. We all know that. However, I just never realized that you knew

your lectures, Atticus? Because I could do without a lecture tonight. Save it for someone that

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

didn’t press

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

garage and

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

had kissed her? She should have been angry with me;

the steering wheel. Was it, not her first

kiss or not had nothing to do

the gates for the underground ring, and

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

Dante.” She

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