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.

never to touch her. I didn’t even kiss her on the altar. It was all about fulfilling Anya’s dying wishes,

broken that promise. If she hadn’t woken me, there’s no telling how far I would have

the keys from the

this

just what

was he even

need to go for a drive.”

asks. “Did something happen with Willow?

throat, “I asked her to move into my

He looked surprised.

she’s sleeping in the same room as

that?” I demand. “She’s my

that. We all know that. However,

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

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

that he didn’t press on

the past few weeks. And it was the one place that stopped me from

walked into the garage and started the

drive to the underground ring wasn’t an easy one. Usually, Anya was the only person I could think about. Tonight

been angry with me; instead, she said it wasn’t a big

steering wheel. Was it,

her first kiss or not had nothing to

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

the vehicle and head to the first booth. The

a pleasant surprise this is. You’re not on tonight Dante.” She whispers seductively. “Why are you here? Is it to see

me. “Are there