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.

didn’t even kiss her

telling how far I would have taken things while thinking it was Anya beneath

keys from the desk in

are you going this hour?” Atticus

what I needed

he even waking

go for

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

throat, “I asked

He looked surprised.

you telling me she’s sleeping in the same

weird about that?” I

know that. We

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

good mood. I’ll let you go. We can

didn’t press on

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

the garage

person I could think about. Tonight was different. Since Willow’s scent was still all over my body, she was on my

that I had kissed her? She should have been angry with me; instead, she

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

her first kiss or not had nothing to do

to the gates for the underground ring, and the second they

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

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

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