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.

kiss her on the altar. It

woken me, there’s no telling how far I would have taken things while thinking it was Anya beneath

from the desk in

this hour?” Atticus asks

f**k, just what I needed

he even waking

need to go for a drive.” I

happen with Willow? We noticed that

throat, “I asked

He looked surprised.

you telling me she’s sleeping in the same room as

so weird about that?” I

quirks a brow at me and places both hands in his pockets, “I know that.

jaw clenches, “is this another one of your lectures, Atticus? Because I could do without

good mood. I’ll let you go. We can speak in the morning. Hopefully, by then, your mood will

he didn’t

place my family would disapprove of. It’s the place that has kept me sane for the

walked into the garage and started the

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

not disgusted that I had kissed her? She should have been angry with me; instead, she said it wasn’t a big deal. How

tighten on the steering wheel. Was it, not

jaw clenches. Whether it was her first kiss or not had nothing to do with

underground ring, and the second they saw my jeep, they let me

the vehicle and head to the first booth. The

tonight Dante.” She

in front of me. “Are there any spots available?”