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.

her and could see her trying to move from her seat now

doing?” I demand. “That’s for

me baffled. Removing her seatbelt was somehow answering my question.

too much for me. I knew I gave a different excuse, but the real reason was she looked too

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

out loud. Why did my d**k stir at just the f*****g sight of her? My desire to have her was much stronger than

herself. This side of Willow seemed very hard to control. Not that I ever wanted to control her.

me a chance to get

the passenger’s side and

much shock before. I

are you doing?” I swallow

told you I’m answering

“What question?” I demand.

“You just asked it.”

question, Willow?” I ask, barely recognizing my

name with her on top of me while wearing nothing but the tiniest pieces of cloth I’d ever seen. Damn, this woman. She

my question, reminding me of my own words. That’s what she was referring to? I

question?” I demand, finding

for me even to drive. If she kept

to answer your

the steering wheel. I was losing my f*****g mind. It’s even possible that the road