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.

to touch her. I didn’t even kiss her on the altar. It was all about fulfilling Anya’s dying wishes,

telling

the keys from the desk in

this hour?” Atticus

f**k, just what I needed

was he even waking at this

need to go for a drive.”

Willow? We

my throat, “I asked

He looked surprised.

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

about that?” I demand.

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

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

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

grateful that he didn’t

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

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 all over my body, she was on my mind

She should have been angry with me; instead, she said

hands tighten on the steering wheel. Was it, not her first

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

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

and head to the first booth. The receptionist smiles brightly when she sees

She whispers

me. “Are there