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

I’d broken that promise. If she hadn’t woken me, there’s no telling how far I would have taken things while thinking it was

from the desk

going this hour?” Atticus asks

just what

even waking at this

need to go for a drive.” I

Willow? We noticed that she isn’t

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

He looked surprised.

she’s sleeping in the same

that?” I demand.

at me and places both hands in his pockets, “I know that. We all know that. However, I just never realized

of your lectures, Atticus? Because I could do without

that you’re not in a good mood. I’ll let you go. We

didn’t press on

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

garage

only person I could think about. Tonight

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

steering wheel. Was it,

kiss or not had nothing

and the second they saw my jeep, they

the vehicle and head to the first booth. The

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

of me. “Are there any spots