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.

married Willow, I promised myself never to touch her. I didn’t even kiss

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

grab the keys from the

are you going this hour?”

just what

even waking at

for a

Willow? We noticed that she isn’t

clear my throat, “I asked her to move into

He looked surprised.

she’s sleeping in the

weird about that?” I demand. “She’s my wife,

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

of your lectures, Atticus? Because I

mood. I’ll let you go. We can speak in the morning.

that he didn’t press on

for the past few weeks. And it was the one place that stopped me

garage and started

the underground ring 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 my

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

hands tighten on the steering wheel.

her first kiss

the underground ring, and the second they saw my jeep, they let

the vehicle and head to the first booth. The receptionist

surprise this is. You’re not on tonight Dante.” She whispers seductively. “Why are you here? Is it to

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