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.

see her trying to move from her seat now that she didn’t have the seatbelt on

you think you’re doing?” I demand.

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

me. I knew I gave a different excuse, but the real reason was she looked too f*****g good. She made me want things I shouldn’t. Usually,

by paper, but my heart could never belong to her. I loved Anya. Only

her; I loved her sister, for crying out loud. Why did my d**k stir at just the f*****g sight of her? My desire to have her was much

her in the past. What was happening to me? And now she was acting very unlike 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

me a chance to get a

suddenly picks herself off the passenger’s

in this much shock before. I can’t remember the last time I fought this hard to

you doing?”

you I’m answering your

“What question?” I demand.

“You just asked it.”

Willow?” I ask, barely

on top of me while wearing nothing but the tiniest pieces of cloth I’d ever seen.

are my wife, are you not?” she repeats my question, reminding me of my own words. That’s

this answering my question?” I demand, finding

to drive. If she kept this up, I would crash my damn jeep

your question.” She whispers while looking

my f*****g mind. It’s even