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 on the altar. It was all about fulfilling Anya’s dying wishes,

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

the desk in

going this

what

was he even waking

for

Willow? We noticed that she isn’t in her

my throat, “I asked her to

He looked surprised.

the same

that?” I

that. We all know that. However, I just never realized that you knew it

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

not in a good mood. I’ll let you go. We can speak in the morning.

he didn’t press on

It’s the place that has kept me sane for the past few weeks. And it was the one place that stopped me from

into the garage and

the only person I could think about. Tonight

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

the steering wheel. Was it, not

clenches. Whether it was her first kiss or not

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

the vehicle and head to the

tonight Dante.” She whispers seductively. “Why are you

in front of me. “Are there any spots