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.

rock. I was sure she could feel it under that tiny bikini

f**k!

I can’t. I would never forgive myself if

my hands to do something else. Something that I knew I couldn’t, not

idea, Willow.”

lingers on her lips longer than needed. I 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 given that

what you’re saying or doing. I don’t think this is

when she presses

Motherfucker.

consider doing it if you knew I wanted

stop at her question. I couldn’t stop myself this time.

she is f****d backward. This time I had no choice but to touch her—one hand on her back and the other still on her head, cradling her against my

making it much easier

you?” I ask in a hoarse

thoughts like this on her mind. However, I knew there was a possibility that

my hands and guides

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

the vehicle pulls my attention away from her for a few seconds. Where did this rain

in her direction, her lips parted and cheeks flushed. All the blood drains from my face

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

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

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