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

there’s no telling how far I would have taken things while thinking it was Anya beneath

the desk in

this hour?” Atticus asks

what

he even waking at this

for a drive.”

Willow? We noticed that she isn’t

throat, “I asked

He looked surprised.

me she’s sleeping in the same

I demand.

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

I could do without a lecture tonight. Save it for

you go. We can speak in the

grateful that he didn’t press on

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

walked into the garage and started

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

been angry with me; instead, she said it

steering wheel. Was

her first kiss or not had nothing

to the gates for the underground ring, and

parking, I leave the vehicle and head to the first booth. The receptionist smiles brightly when she

on tonight Dante.” She whispers seductively. “Why are you here? Is

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