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.

kiss her on the altar.

no telling how far I would have taken

the

going this hour?” Atticus asks

what I

even

go for a

with Willow? We noticed that

“I asked her to

He looked surprised.

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

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

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

“is this another one of your lectures, Atticus? Because I could do without a lecture tonight. Save it for someone

in a good mood. I’ll let you go. We can

grateful that he didn’t press on this

place my family would disapprove of. It’s the place that has kept me sane for the past few weeks. And it was the one place that stopped

into the garage and

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 not disgusted that I had kissed her? She should have been angry with me; instead, she

on the steering wheel. Was

clenches. Whether it was her first kiss or

the gates for the underground ring, and the second they

I leave the vehicle and head to the first booth. The

You’re not on tonight Dante.” She whispers seductively. “Why are you

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