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.

Willow, I promised myself never to touch her. I didn’t even kiss her on the altar. It was all

me, there’s no telling how far

grab the keys from the desk in front of

are you going this hour?” Atticus asks

just what

he even waking

to go for a drive.”

happen with Willow?

my throat, “I asked

He looked surprised.

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

I demand.

both hands in his pockets, “I know that. We all know that. However, I just

I could do without a lecture tonight. Save it

see that you’re not in a good mood. I’ll let you go.

grateful that he didn’t press

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

garage

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

was she not disgusted that I had kissed her? She should have been angry with me; instead, she said it wasn’t a

the steering wheel. Was it, not her first

jaw clenches. Whether it was her first kiss

up to the gates for the underground ring, and

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

Dante.” She whispers seductively. “Why are you here? Is it to see

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