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.

I didn’t even kiss her

she hadn’t woken me, there’s no telling how far

from the desk in front

are you going this

f**k, just what I needed

was he even waking at

need to go for a drive.” I

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

throat, “I asked her to move into my

He looked surprised.

the same room as you?” He asks

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

hands in his pockets, “I know that. We

one of your lectures, Atticus? Because I could

I’ll let you go. We can speak in the

didn’t

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

the garage

to 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

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

tighten on the steering wheel. Was

clenches. Whether it was her first kiss or not had nothing to

and the second

leave the vehicle and head to the first booth.

She whispers seductively. “Why are you here? Is

“Are