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

there’s no telling how far I would have taken things while thinking

grab the keys from the desk in front

this hour?”

what I

even waking

go for a drive.”

Willow? We noticed

“I asked her to move into

He looked surprised.

she’s sleeping in the same room as you?” He

so weird about that?” I demand. “She’s

brow at me and places both hands in his pockets, “I know that. We all know that. However, I

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

good mood. I’ll let you go. We can speak

grateful that he didn’t press

going to the one 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 me from thinking

walked into the garage and

think about. Tonight was different. Since Willow’s scent was still all over

been angry with

tighten on the steering wheel. Was it, not her

was her first kiss or not had nothing to

the gates for the underground ring, and the second they saw

the first booth.

Dante.” She whispers seductively. “Why

flip the bottle cap in front of me. “Are there any spots available?”