The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 196

Book 3 Chapter 32

~DANTE~

I don’t know how to answer that question.

A part of me screams yes. Another part, the part of me that still belongs to Anya, shouts no.

I swallow hard once more, “do you want to?”

I don’t know why I’m entertaining this conversation but I want an answer.

Her nose is pressed against my throat, “do I want to what?” She asks.

Maybe I shouldn’t be driving when she’s distracting me like this. It wasn’t a good idea at all.

“Do you want to touch me?” I ask her. I don’t know why I’m even asking this. But I need to f*****g know her answer.

“I already am.” She whispers as she presses a kiss to my throat. I swear I f*****g see stars.

Stars? I must be losing my mind.

“You can touch me too.” She whispers seductively as she rubs her lower half against mine.

The damn thing was now hard as a rock. I was sure she could feel it under that tiny bikini bottom. It barely covered anything, to begin with. If I looked a little lower, I could see

f**k!

not think like that about her. I can’t. I would

I had to keep my grip on the damn thing before I used my hands to do

a good idea, Willow.” I try to

quickly turn my attention back to the road. Again, I knew the right thing to do was to stop the vehicle, but I knew if I did, I wouldn’t have anything distracting me from her. And I was scared of what I would do if

explain. “You don’t know what you’re saying or

in my throat when she presses harder on top

Motherfucker.

it if you knew I wanted you to

question. I couldn’t stop myself this time. Was this just the alcohol

her head to stop her from hitting the windshield when she is f****d backward. This time I had no choice but to touch her—one hand on her back and the

are breathing hard. The radio wasn’t on, making it much easier to hear

to touch you?” I ask in

want that from me. I wasn’t even aware she had thoughts like this on her mind. However, I knew there was a possibility that all of this was only because she was drunk.

when she grabs my hands and guides them

watch her beautiful breasts in my own hands. They fit perfectly, like they

vehicle pulls my attention away from her for a

her lips parted and cheeks flushed. All the blood drains from my face when

She cries as she continues to rub her lower body against mine. “Please repeat it, Dante. Tell me that I’m your wife. I want to

f**k. f**k. f**k.

things to my body. It was like a damn spell, an enchantment. She was trapping me with her voice