The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 195

Book 3 Chapter 31

~DANTE~

My wife.

Ah, f**k. I knew it was a mistake right after I said those words. I didn’t know what happened to me. The second those men pulled up to us and started staring at Willow in front of me, I lost all f*****g control. The only thought in my head was to make them pay. When they started whistling and saying things, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back.

Willow was getting under my f*****g skin. I’ve never seen her behave this way before. She was always quiet and well-behaved. Not like this.

Tonight, she was anything but quiet. She spoke what was on her mind, and I don’t think anything has bothered me as much as this.

Why did I have to go and f*****g say what I just said?

“Suddenly, you acknowledge me as your wife?” Willow asks me with a judging look on her face. Her gaze was piercing, and f**k me; it made me nervous.

Nervous! f*****g nervous!

“You are my wife, are you not?” I ask her as the light changes. I don’t wait for her to respond as I mash down on the accelerator. I needed the drive to distract me from her. I needed anything, anything at all, to distract me from her.

I stiffen when she unbuckles her seatbelt. What was she planning on doing now? I was very aware that she’d had too many drinks today. When I got home, someone had to give me some answers.

I don’t believe that Willow willingly drank so much. Someone had to encourage her.

and could see her trying to move

doing?” I demand.

your question.” She snaps, leaving me baffled. Removing her seatbelt

for me. I knew I gave a different excuse, but the real reason was she looked too f*****g good. She made me want

my head. I knew we were married by paper, but my heart could

desiring her; I loved her sister, for crying out loud. Why did my d**k stir at just the

herself. This side of Willow seemed very hard to control. Not that I ever wanted to control her. But this side of her made it more difficult for me

chance to get

passenger’s side and climbs

this much shock before. I

doing?”

I’m answering your

“What question?” I demand.

“You just asked it.”

question, Willow?” I

nothing but the tiniest pieces of cloth I’d

not?” she repeats my question, reminding me of my own words. That’s what she was referring to? I couldn’t even remember why I asked that question in the first

is this answering my question?” I

for me even to drive. If she kept this up, I would crash

way to answer your question.”

mind. It’s even possible that the road