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.

promised myself never to touch her. I didn’t even kiss her

no telling how far I

the keys from the desk in front

are you going this hour?” Atticus asks

what

was he even waking at

for a

Willow?

clear my throat, “I asked her to move into my

He looked surprised.

she’s sleeping in the same room

weird about that?” I

that. We all

jaw clenches, “is this another one of your lectures, Atticus? Because I

see that you’re not in a good mood. I’ll let you go. We can speak in the morning. Hopefully, by then,

grateful that he didn’t press on this

me sane for the past few weeks. And it was the one place

walked into the garage and started the

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

been angry with me; instead, she said it

on the steering wheel. Was it,

jaw clenches. Whether it was her first kiss or not had

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

vehicle and head to the first booth. The

this is. You’re not on tonight Dante.” She whispers seductively.

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