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.

I feel my d**k stir some more. 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.

f**k!

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

the steering wheel; I had to keep my grip on the damn thing before I used my hands to do something else. Something that I knew I couldn’t, not even if I wanted to. Not even if she begged me to do

idea, Willow.” I try

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

know what you’re saying or doing.

in my throat when she presses harder on top of

Motherfucker.

you knew I wanted you

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

This time I had no

radio wasn’t on, making it much easier to hear every sound from her

to touch you?” I ask in a

ever think that Willow would 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.

my hands and guides them to

eyes widen as I watch her beautiful breasts in my own

vehicle pulls my attention away

her direction, her lips parted and cheeks flushed. All the blood drains from my face when her arousal hits my nose. It was so f*****g high that it was possible she’d just. . . That can’t be true.

your wife.” 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 hear

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

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